Free Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 2: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) by Nova Black Page B

staring at it as a ‘what-should-have-been-an-obvious’ thought occurred: Lia knows.

    Of course there was the back and forth of “maybe it was coincidence” or “you kidding, of course Lia seduced every woman on the team” running through my mind as I stared at my opened suitcase. I needed to focus on my job, which included not getting sidetracked into hot sex with the subject.

    What should I wear? She had seen right through my power suit routine. Should I go super sexy minx and distract her into spilling the beans or dress in cold and unapproachable black?

    “She licked your pussy for two hours, I don’t think it matters what you wear, doofus.”

    I sighed, picking out whatever and dropping my suitcase to the floor. The clatter of my phone falling caught my attention. I felt a twinge in my stomach as I turned it over.

    Three missed calls from Eagleton and one number I didn’t recognize. I played it.

    “Hello Meghan.” My lower regions clenched, hard, at the sound of her voice. She could do phone sex, this woman. Her voice was that hot.

    “I called to invite you to dinner. But I’m now realizing you’re probably asleep, you’ve had a busy afternoon. I will see you tomorrow, let’s say 10:20am, and we can discuss dinner details. I have someone who wants to meet you, Meghan. And dear, try not to fall asleep in the bath, you’ll prune horribly.”

    “Witch!” I hissed, looking around for cameras or surveillance devices. I had swept the room when I first arrived, but I tore the room apart again, pouring out shampoo bottles and throwing away soaps. It would be her style to put a device in something so intimate.

    My paranoia began to abate when logic started knocking. She knew what she had done to me and my muscles would be sore. Hence, bath. She also knew I would be worn out: hence falling asleep in the bath.

    Calm down, Meghan. Don’t bug out now. She’s not all–knowing.

    But how had she gotten my number? It was a burn phone, assigned to my current alias only.  

    Also, who wanted to meet me?

    Curiosity piqued, I dressed quickly, pulling my hair into a ponytail, throwing on leggings and shoving sensible shoes on under my skirt. Purposely I had chosen plain black panties, though they did have a bit of lace on the trim. Heh, trim.

    I felt like a giddy teenager, waiting to see her crush in homeroom. What has she done to me? Could I stop it from progressing further?

    My eye caught the pile of dirty laundry heap on the floor by the bed, scarlet red panties peeking through. Did I really want to stop her? Or was the thrill of being pulled into her world of fantasy sex going to be the first step of a long fall?

    The time read 9:15 so I slowed down and enjoyed my free breakfast. Twenty minutes later I headed downtown to have a chat with Ms. Sexy Voice.

    I was early, almost twenty minutes and I hesitated at the door. Lia’s office was the furthest one down a long suite of offices. I didn’t want to walk all the way back to the waiting area, just to turn around and come right back.

    I knocked.

    “... A moment please, Meghan.”

    My finger touched the lettering on the door. Less than 24 hours ago my face had been pressed against it, begging for her to fuck me. Begging for her to take me anyway she wanted. Begging and begging and begging…  

    The heat between my legs rose, moisture slicking my plain black panties.

    A voice rose, not Lia. There was another woman laughing in Lia’s office.

    Before I could tell myself to stop I pulled open the door, freezing when I saw the head rising from under Lia’s desk. I blinked, my vision filled with Lia stroking the woman’s hair, giving her a kiss on the brow, the bridge of her nose. And then a long, passionate kiss of the lips, in which neither one gave me so much as a glance. I closed my eyes, trying to control the feelings I couldn’t even decipher.

    “Meghan. A bit early, no?” Lia turned to me in her chair, her face smooth as silk.

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