“I’m Meghan, by the way.” Her eyes studied Jordan, the interest in them still evident. Her gaze roamed over Jordan’s body, and she unconsciously licked her lips.
Jordan felt the heat rise in her face again. She was used to women blatantly checking her out, but it had been a while since a woman had grabbed her attention so quickly. “Jordan.” She spun around, needing to break the connection between them. “You ready?”
Meghan put her mouth guard in and punched her gloves on tighter. “Ready.”
She stepped back on her right foot, planting her weight on her heel and dropped her right shoulder. She grazed at her chin with her gloved hand, a sign she was ready to spar.
Thirty minutes later, the women sank to the mats, completely out of breath and totally drenched in sweat. It was several minutes before either of them spoke.
“Wow, you are really good.” Jordan said with admiration. “I don’t even work that hard with my trainer.”
Meghan chuckled softly. “Well I should have told you before. I boxed in college, and I kept it up for fun ever since then. I had an unfair advantage. You held your own alright, though.”
Jordan blushed. The compliment, spoken so honestly, warmed her through and through. “I’m sure you were taking it easy on me.”
Meghan sat up quickly, feigning innocence. “I did no such thing.”
“Sure.” Jordan sighed and pushed herself off the mat, her knees cracking in protest. “I’m gonna hit the showers. See you around?”
Meghan nodded yes. “Hey, if you’re not in a hurry, you want to grab a drink? I mean, if you’re available.”
Jordan smothered a smirk. It had taken her all of thirty minutes to ask her out.
Chapter 5
Meghan waited while the bartender set drinks down then held hers up to Jordan. “To whatever comes next.”
Jordan clinked her glass and smiled as sincerely as she could muster. She knew exactly what came next. Sex. She could read between the smiles and the innocent touches. She could tell the interest was mutual, as was their desire for a quick and unencumbered night of passion. They hadn’t exchanged last names. There was no need to pretend that this night would continue tomorrow morning.
“So what do you do, Jordan?”
The question had been asked nonchalantly, as if they were acquaintances meeting for coffee. But she saw something underneath the inquisitive look. Meghan was searching for something. What it was she wasn’t sure, but Jordan felt the need for nondisclosure. “I’m an…investor.”
That was generic enough and held some truth. She did invest her life, so to speak, to bringing justice where there was injustice. “How about you?”
Meghan regarded her closely. She knew she had been lied to, or at least the real truth had been withheld. She knew the game. She’d had these encounters before, more often than she would like. Sometimes, she even imagined that she could commit to someone, but then her true nature came through, and she would go in search of another one nightstand. “Banking.”
It wasn’t entirely untrue. She was a banker of sorts. She was actually the managing director of the Helping Hands Fertilization Clinic. That wasn’t something she told her dates though. It wasn’t sexy, and more times than not, the conversation sparked an evening of delving questions, and she wasn’t up for that tonight. No, tonight she wanted to separate her mind from her body and just fuck. One look at Jordan and she was sure she would accomplish that tonight.
“Sounds interesting.” Jordan feigned interest in what she was sure wasn’t really Meghan’s profession. She downed her drink and waived two fingers at the bartender. When he had refilled them, she met Meghan’s interested gaze. She ran her knuckles over Meghan’s jaw. “Listen, let’s not pretend this is anything more than sex.”
“Fair enough.” Meghan sighed with relief. “I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep up the conversation much longer.”
Jordan laughed wickedly. “Your place or mine then?”
Meghan dropped a twenty on the bar and slid off her stool. “Mine, it’s right around the corner.”
Jordan followed her out of the bar and in the darkness of the night, slipped her arm through Meghan’s. “Lead the way.”
Two minutes later, they were ensconced in the warmth of an elevator, the nine-floor trip flying by quickly. Meghan opened the door to her apartment and turned on a hall light. She shut the door behind them and held out her hand. “I’ll take your coat.”
Jordan shrugged out of her knee-length leather coat and draped it over Meghan’s arm. She let out a low whistle. “Nice place. The banking business must be pretty good.”
Meghan smiled.
“I’ll take a beer if you have it.”
Meghan led them into the kitchen and pulled two bottles out of the fridge. She twisted the tops off and handed one to Jordan, who took an appreciative swig.
“It’s a local brewery. Goose Island.”
“I know it well. My mom is a waitress there. Has been since I was a kid.”
“Small world.” Meghan set her beer on the bar and stepped closer to Jordan, pressing her against the countertop. She looked down at her, her eyes twinkling. She ran a fingertip over the collar of Jordan’s shirt, dipping into the vee between her small breasts. She licked her jaw seductively, and Jordan felt her knees tremble. When Meghan’s tongue dipped into her ear and swirled around it, Jordan shivered. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
True to her word, Meghan slid a hand over her crotch. She let out a disappointed sigh. “You’re not packing. I figured a butch like you would come equipped.”
Jordan smiled ruefully. “Not tonight, darling. You didn’t give me much notice.”
Meghan shrugged. “No matter. Besides, I prefer to be the one with the cock.” She opened Jordan’s jeans and slipped her hand inside her briefs. Her finger dipped inside Jordan at the same time as her tongue teased its way inside her mouth. She was a skilled lover, and before long, Meghan had Jordan bracing the countertop, her fingers drawing out a fierce orgasm. When her breathing returned to normal, Jordan leaned against Meghan. “Fuck, your hands are dangerous.”
“You know what they say, practice makes perfect.” Meghan’s voice was oddly devoid of feeling, and Jordan wondered if she were present. She met her eyes, and they had turned decidedly remote.
Jordan wasn’t sure what prompted her next move other than the emotional distance making her even more turned on. “Then I guess I should get some more practice in.”
She spun Meghan around and hoisted her body up on the bar. They were at eye level now, and she ran her tongue over Meghan’s lips, darting inside her mouth. She undid her shirt and pulled her bra away. Leaning over, she captured Meghan’s nipple in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it roughly. She heard Meghan moan, and when she spread her legs, Jordan stepped between them.
Jordan had questioned Meghan’s skirt, given the temperatures, but it did allow her easier access, and she quickly slid the material up, exposing Meghan’s naked sex. She licked her thighs, her nose taking in her heady arousal. She pushed Meghan back roughly and slid her tongue inside her wet creaminess. She pulled her hips towards her face, burying her tongue even deeper.
Meghan could feel her muscles contracting and her arousal building deep inside until her clit was a painful peak. She pulled Jordan’s face into her body roughly and started to ride her tongue. “Fuck, Jordan. Eat my pussy. That’s right, eat my fucking pussy.”
Jordan’s own arousal though already sated came back with a painful ferocity. She felt her jeans rubbing against her clit painfully. She lifted her leg over Meghan’s foot and started to rub against it, trying to assuage her own need. She slid two fingers into Meghan’s aroused center and captured her clit in her mouth.
She stilled until Meghan moved against her, begging to come. She pulled her fingers out then slammed them
