The air inside the private jet's lavatory smelled of ozone and expensive citrus. Eve leaned against the polished chrome sink, her breath hitching as she stared at the glow of her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly, the adrenaline of the closed deal still humming in her blood. She typed quickly, the clicks of the screen the only sound against the distant drone of the engines.
"Deal finalized.
Everything is in place."
She hit send and leaned her forehead against the cool mirror. The corporate victory felt hollow compared to the ache blossoming between her thighs. A second later, the phone buzzed in her palm. A message from Jane.
"I miss you Eve. I can still feel how you shook when I pushed you past your limit."
Eve's knees buckled. She slid down the wall, the silk of her pencil skirt bunching up around her hips. She closed her eyes, and suddenly she wasn't in a bathroom at thirty thousand feet; she was back in that dimly lit room, the smell of rubber and sweat filling her lungs, Jane's fingers relentless and precise, driving her into a screaming, blinding orgasm that had left her sobbing and depleted.
The memory triggered a sudden, hot surge of lubrication. Eve felt the dampness soak into her lace panties, a heavy, honeyed warmth that made her gasp. She shifted her hips, rubbing her clit against the seam of her underwear, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.
"Come over the moment I land," Eve typed back, her thumb sliding over the screen.
When the jet finally touched down and the stairs descended into the humid city air, Eve stepped out into the glare of the runway lights. Ethan was right beside her, his tailored suit sharp, his expression one of smug satisfaction. He stepped into her space, the scent of expensive cologne and aged scotch clinging to him. He wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her into a kiss.
It was a practiced kiss, professional yet possessive, the kind of kiss a boss gave a prized subordinate. Eve returned it, her lips moving against his.
"You were indispensable on this trip, Eve," Ethan murmured against her lips, his voice a low rumble. "Go home. Get some rest. I'll see you in the office tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, Ethan," Eve replied, her voice slightly breathy.
She didn't linger. She practically sprinted to her car, the drive home a blur of neon lights and mounting desperation. Every red light felt like an eternity. By the time she unlocked the door to her apartment, her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
The lights were dimmed, the scent of sandalwood and something muskier filling the foyer. Jane was already there, leaning against the kitchen island, a glass of red wine in her hand. She wore a black silk robe that hung open, revealing the tanned, athletic curves of her body and the dark shadow of her chest.
Jane didn't speak. She simply stepped forward and seized Eve, her hand diving down to grip Eve's ass with bruising force. She pulled Eve's body flush against hers, their breasts crushing together through the fabric of Eve's blouse. Jane's mouth crashed onto hers, a violent, hungry collision of tongues and teeth.
Jane pulled back just an inch, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the scent of Eve's neck. Her voice was a low, dangerous purr.
"You smell like him. You smell like a man."
Eve shivered, her head falling back. "You know i had to.
"Let me wash him off you",Jane whispered.
Jane didn't give her time to respond. She gripped Eve's wrist and hauled her toward the master bathroom, the sound of their heels clicking sharply on the marble. Once inside, Jane stripped Eve with a clinical efficiency, tearing the blouse open and sliding the skirt down until Eve stood naked and shivering in the cool air, her pussy already glistening and swollen.
Jane turned on the shower, the steam quickly filling the room, turning the space into a humid sanctuary. She pushed Eve under the spray, the warm water cascading over them. Jane didn't use soap at first; she used her hands. She scrubbed Eve's skin, her palms rough and firm, erasing the ghost of Ethan's touch.
"Stay still," Jane commanded.
Jane knelt in the shower, the water drumming against her shoulders. She parted Eve's legs, pushing them wide until Eve was leaning back against the tiled wall. Jane's eyes locked onto the drenched, pink folds of Eve's vulva. With a slow, deliberate motion, Jane slid two fingers deep inside her.