It wasn’t the first time she’d given in to Coralyn and it
wouldn’t be the last. Coralyn was different and Giana knew
she was a different person when she was with her. She’d never
had an addiction before. All the stuff she’d amassed filled the
empty hours between running an empire and when she could
go back to running it. Empty, lonely hours. She didn’t have a
problem with self-denial either. But she did have a Coralyn
problem.
Coralyn responded, her hands grasping Giana’s blouse, and
finally succeeding at wrenching the buttons away. They
scattered, just like the pins in her hair had. She was coming
unbound. Her clothing was going to be stripped away and she
was going to be naked and visible in the most vulnerable way,
but for once, she didn’t care. She knew she couldn’t trust
Coralyn. She couldn’t trust anyone. People were fallible. They
made mistakes. They did things like drive home drunk and end
everything. Coralyn had already lied about the most
monumental thing. And yet…
Giana needed this. God, maybe she’d always needed it.
Maybe she’d always needed Coralyn Anderson.
Chapter 16
Coralyn
“Bedroom,” Giana commanded. Panted. The syllables
were broken.
Coralyn had literally just torn Giana’s shirt open, exposing a
black lace bra that made her slick and burning with molten
heat between her legs. Her panties were soaked. She’d debated
surprising Giana by not wearing any, but she delighted in the
many clever ways that Giana employed to divest her of them.
“Which one?”