Rosia sighed. "I know...and that's exactly the problem." She crossed to where Leila stood. She was close. So close. The smell of coconut filled Leila's nostrils. Rosia reached out and grabbed one of Leila's undone wisps of hair, twirling it around her finger. "I'm afraid...it would be a conflict of interest."
Leila could feel all the breath go out of her body. Was this woman, this unearthly woman, really hitting on her? Was this really going to happen? But could it happen? If it did, how would it affect the job? Did she care?
"What if..." Leila whispered. Her eyes flickered up to Rosia's. They were so dark and soulful. Her lips...her lips in that pout. It was like they were begging, just begging for the tip of Leila's tongue...
"What if I'm interested too?"
Rosia Hernandez smirked.
"It's unprofessional."
"I know. But it could just be...you know, it could just be this one time. And after that, we forget it. We go back to being professionals. You haven't hired me yet, so it can't be counted as sexual harassment. I just...I have to know..."
Their chests were touching now, hands hovering just above the other's hips, the heat radiating through them, the sheer desire.
"Well, when you put it like that..."
Rosia closed the distance between their lips. It was unlike anything Leila had ever experienced. Her lips were angelically soft. Leila let her hands rest on Rosia's hips before they started to move, up to the curve of her waist, then down to the firm muscles of her ass. Leila couldn't help but dig her finger nails in. Rosia gasped with pleasure, her mouth still pressed against Leila's. Leila used the opportunity to run her tongue along Rosia's top lip. Rosia moaned, and let Leila's tongue into her mouth. Their tongues swirled together and Rosia's hands made their way up to the small of Leila's neck. She grabbed Leila with a sudden urgency, pulling her head back, forcing their lips to part. It was forceful, but not painful. Leila grinned at Rosia and pulled her hair out of its updo. Rosia watched with satisfaction as it tumbled down.
"God," she said, "you're so beautiful," and pushed Leila back against the wall. Leila closed her eyes and prepared for another incoming kiss, but she felt the cool of Rosia's mouth on her neck instead. She took Leila's tender skin in between her teeth and pulled. She made her way down Leila's neck to her sternum, kissing, sucking, biting. Leila let out sighs of pleasure. Out of all of her partners, this was different. Rosia kissed down Leila's chest and made it to where the fabric of her red sheath dress covered her breasts. Rosia looked up at Leila as if to ask permission, but there was also a hint of challenge in her eyes, as if to ask
Are you game?
"In your office?"
"There aren't any windows."
Leila gestured to the windows that overlooked the city.
"Not into the office. Besides, it's the fifteenth floor. Nobody's going to see us. And they certainly aren't going to hear us. I had it soundproofed." Rosia grinned. Leila cocked an eyebrow. "So they can't hear what deals I'm making, not so I can do this." The stunning brunette rolled her eyes. "You," she said, moving her head back to Leila's exposed, heaving flesh and giving it a long, suckling kiss, "are." Kiss. "the." Kiss. "First." Kiss. "Interview." Kiss. "To ever get this exclusive pleasure." She moved the fabric of the sheath dress aside, exposing Leila's breast, her nipples erect.
"No bra?" she teased.
"They're not big enough," answered Leila.
"No," said Rosia, "they're perfect."
She licked in between Leila's breasts, then moved her attention to the exposed flesh. She started on the outside, moving inwards slowly, kissing, sucking, biting. Leila's nipple seemed to grow harder by the second, screaming for the contact of Rosia's tongue. And there it was. Rosia licked under the nipple, slowly, teasing, watching Leila squirm. She took it between her teeth, gingerly, and pulled.
"Fuck," Leila breathed.
Rosia smiled and pulled with her teeth again. She close her lips over Leila's areola, and slid her tongue over her nipple, up and down, pulling all the while. She pulled down the other part of Leila's dress and did the same to her other breast while fondling Leila's nipple in her fingers. She finished with the second nipple and kissed her way back up to Leila's mouth, where Leila met her with an open mouth.
"That," she said between kisses, "was fucking amazing."
Leila was seized with a sudden desire to watch Rosia shudder underneath her.
"Your turn," she breathed. She grabbed Rosia by her waist, and pulled her close, eliminating any distance between their bodies. She began to kiss Rosia's exposed flesh, grinding against her. She felt Rosia's hands in her hair, and they made their way to the zipper of her dress. She slipped it off her shoulders and left it in a pile on the floor. Frenzied, she fumbled to unhook Rosia's dress. Rosia found her hands and guided her. Leila stepped out of the Louboutins and Rosia out of her Manolo Blahniks. They were closer in height this way - Leila standing there only in her lace black underwear, Rosia in a matching burgundy set that definitely hadn't come from Victoria's Secret. All Leila could think about was how badly she wanted to take them off.
She practically attacked Rosia, pushing her down to the floor. She straddled Rosia and smothered the smooth skin of her neck in the same long, suckling kisses that Rosia had given her. She felt Rosia squirm under her and moved her hips against Rosia's, feeling her wetness through her beautiful, expensive underwear. Leila sat back and beckoned for Rosia, who met her enthusiastically. Leila moved her hands to Rosia's bra and unhooked it. She pressed her own breasts agains Rosia's. They were exquisite. She moved her hands down them, squeezing the soft flesh. She moved one hand to Rosia's neck, tightening her grasp just enough. She pushed Rosia down, and began to kiss down her naked breasts. She licked Rosia's breast, and looked up at her. Rosia looked at Leila as she took the hard stub of Rosia's nipple in her mouth and began to suck. Leila smirked at her. She felt the involuntary jerk of Rosia's hips as she used her teeth to apply light pressure to the nipple.
"Oh my god," Rosia moaned. Leila kissed her way over to the other breast and repeated her motion. She tested the waters, her hand creeping further down Rosia's stomach. She brushed past the belly button lightly, nipple still in her mouth. Closer, and closer. Suddenly, Rosia grabbed her hand.
"Wait."
She got up, and Leila got the opportunity to watch her toned back muscles move and of course, the way her hips swung as she walked to the door and locked it. She turned back around to face Leila, and Leila was once again reminded why she had been so awestruck. This woman was perfect. And Leila wanted to make her do dirty, dirty things.
Rosia came back to Leila, and Leila quickly rolled back on top of her, her fingers resuming their exploration. She watched Rosia's face tense with anticipation as she slipped her hand under the satin panties.
