Free Undisclosed Desires (High Rise Novella Two) by Harper Bliss

countless climaxes after Claire had left, with her fingers, or her strap-on—and most likely also with whatever importance her bed partners attached to her name—but never with this kind of affection. Not after Claire.
    Her first instinct was to towel off and bolt out of there, but she stayed. Her instincts had betrayed her too much of late, like when she’d been convinced she had to set Isabella up with Sophie. And again, when after their first blind date Isabella had been reluctant to see Sophie again. Nat realised she’d conveniently mistaken fear for instinct. In front of her, joy painted across her face, promise dancing in her eyes, stood the woman who’d made her see.
    “Your turn.” Isabella freed herself from Nat’s hug and opened the shower door. She held out a towel for Nat as she waited for her to follow. Mischief burned in her glance, her usual reserve replaced by something Nat couldn’t put her finger on.  
    Isabella rubbed Nat dry, avoiding her breasts and behind—as if they hadn’t just done what they’d just did. This was still their first time after all. Nat returned the favour and soaked up the water dripping from Isabella’s hair with a soft white towel.  
    Their eyes met and a bubble of tenderness seemed to explode in Nat’s belly. To think that, if they hadn’t run into each other in the lobby with their respective mismatched dates, Nat could be lying in bed with Cindy right now, eyes wide open while she waited for the girl to fall asleep, the usual mixture of instant remorse and addictive satisfaction clouding her brain. Instead, here she stood, eye to eye with Isabella, the one woman who’d had the courage to call her out on her destructive behaviour. Nat suddenly felt quite vulnerable.
    “Come on.” Isabella grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Like in the living room, two walls consisted solely of floor-length windows, revealing a sprawling view over the city.
    “How much do you charge per hour?” Nat had found her voice again. “This place must have cost a fortune.” With a towel wrapped around her she looked down on the glowing lights beneath them.
    “A parting gift from my ex-husband.” Isabella approached her from behind and put her hands on Nat’s neck. “He’s a generous man.” She rubbed her thumbs into Nat’s muscles—the ones that were always tense from hours of hunching over her laptop in a bad position. Her body reacted instantly, her clit and nipples reaching skyward.
    Nat let the towel slip off her and spun around. Isabella hadn’t bothered to cover her body and tiny droplets of water glittered on her skin in the dim glow of a floor lamp.
    “I take it my boudoir has left you suitably impressed.” Isabella’s voice was a mere whisper. “Judging by how swiftly you just disrobed.”
    “It’s more the owner.” Nat brushed a lingering drop off of Isabella’s cheek bone. “And perhaps her shower habits.” Nat planted the softest of kisses on Isabella’s nose before letting her lips travel to her open mouth.  
    Isabella started walking backwards to the bed, dragging Nat with her and, soon, on top of her. They shuffled upwards until completely supported by the mattress. Their breasts touched, then their nipples, and Nat felt a hot glow spread through her. Isabella’s red-painted fingernails stood in stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Nat wished she could read her mind. She wanted to know if Isabella had dreamt of this moment, at night, when she lay alone in bed, but she was rendered mute once more. If only she knew, Nat thought, what power she holds over me.
    And then, without seeing it coming, Nat was on her back. Isabella had flipped her over and stared down into her eyes, her lips drawn into a sly smirk.
    “I let you have your way with me in the shower.” Wet strands of Isabella’s hair fell to Nat’s breasts. “Quid pro quo time, once again.”
    Nat responded by pulling Isabella close and sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. In