Page 26 of When Ice Queens Collide
Alexandra's skin was warm and flushed in the lamp's amber light, and Simone's mouth followed her hands, sucking a bruise into the swell of her breast while her fingers worked the clasp of the bra. It snapped free easily, but Alexandra didn't yield. Her legs tightened around Simone, her heels digging into Simone’s ass, pulling her closer until Simone could feel the heat radiating through Alexandra's slacks, pressing against her own core. Simone ground down, watching Alexandra's face as those composed features cracked, her eyes half-lidded but fierce, lips parted on a silent curse.
Simone's obsession bloomed, physical and unrelenting. She'd studied Alexandra from afar. She had pored over reports and sat across tables memorizing the way her fingers tapped the table when she thought no one was looking, but this was the woman stripped bare and Simone wanted to consume every piece of her. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Alexandra's slacks, yanking them down along with her underwear in a single, impatient tug. The fabric caught on Alexandra's hips for a second, bunching awkwardly, and Alexandra lifted her ass off the desk, her hands never stopping their search—now sliding under Simone's skirt, fumbling at the hem, and pushing it up to expose her thighs.
Naked from the waist down, Alexandra's pussy was right there, slick and open, and Simone didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, the carpet rough against her skin, and dragged Alexandra to the desk's edge by her thighs. Alexandra's hands flew to Simone's hair, gripping tight. Simone spread Alexandra’slegs wider, her thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and leaned in, her breath hot against her clit before her tongue flicked out, tasting salt and need. Alexandra's hips jerked, a low moan escaping her, and Simone pressed harder, licking broad and flat, then circling with the tip of her tongue, building pressure without mercy.
Alexandra tugged on her air, tangling strands without rhythm and her fingers occasionally slipping to clutch at Simone's scalp as if she couldn't decide where to hold. It was nothing like the comfortable touches Simone knew from past lovers. From Alexandra, this was pure, feral want, uncertain and voracious, and it made Simone's own pussy clench. She sucked Alexandra's clit into her mouth, teeth grazing just enough to sting, and slid two fingers deep inside her. Alexandra was wet and hot, clenching around her, and Simone curled them upward, stroking that spot that she knew would make Alexandra's thighs tremble.
“Fuck,“ Alexandra moaned, the word fractured, her body bowing off the desk. Her free hand slapped down on the wood, knocking over a wine glass that rolled and shattered on the floor. Simone pumped her fingers faster, her mouth relentless, tongue lashing until Alexandra's breaths came in ragged bursts. The orgasm hit her hard, her walls fluttering around Simone's fingers and hips grinding up into her face, a choked cry breaking the silence. Simone didn't stop as she rode it out, licking through the spasms until Alexandra's hand yanked her hair hard enough to pull her up.
Alexandra locked eyes with Simone, wild and unyielding, and she sat up, hands grabbing Simone's shoulders to drag her to the desk. Simone's knee banged the corner and a penholder tipped over, but Simone felt a streak of heat course through her knowing that Alexandra's strength matched her own. She shoved Simone back onto the desk, papers crinkling under herweight, and straddled her hips, grinding down with purpose. Simone's skirt was hiked up around her waist now, the fabric of her panties soaked, and Alexandra's hands tore at them, ripping the fabric with a tear that echoed in the empty office.
Simone grabbed Alexandra's wrists, pinning them briefly, but Alexandra twisted free, leaning down to bite Simone's lip hard enough to draw a taste of copper. The pain sparked something feral in Simone, and she released, letting Alexandra's hands roam. They were everywhere—clumsy squeezes on her breasts, fumbling at the open blouse to expose more skin, then sliding down to part Simone's thighs. Alexandra's fingers were less precise here than Simone usually craved, but the rawness of it and the way they trembled as they found her entrance made Simone arch up as a groan escaped her.
Alexandra pushed a finger then two inside, rough and deep. Simone felt the stretch, her body clenching around the welcome intrusion. Alexandra's thumb circled her clit, pressing too hard at first, then softer, learning by touch alone, and Simone's hands dug in the desk's edge, nails leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints in the wood.
Simone's orgasm built fast, coiling tight under Alexandra's relentless thrusts, but she fought it, wanting more. She bucked up, wrapping a leg around Alexandra's waist to flip them again, but Alexandra rolled with her until they were both half-off the desk, their bodies tangled. Simone ended up on top, straddling Alexandra's thigh, and she ground down, her slick pussy sliding against Alexandra’s skin while Simone pinned Alexandra's arms above her head. The position gave her leverage; she released one wrist to grab Alexandra's throat lightly, her fingers pressing just enough to feel her pulse racing.
Alexandra's eyes flashed with challenge, her free hand coming up to grip Simone's wrist. Simone squeezed a fraction harder, leaning down to capture her mouth in a desperate kiss,and slid her hand back between Alexandra's legs. She was still wet from before, swollen and sensitive, and Simone's fingers slipped inside easily, three this time, stretching her even more. Alexandra moaned into the kiss, her hips lifting to meet each thrust, and her hand—the one not gripping Simone's wrist—reached down to touch her clit, fingers brushing Simone's.
Simone watched, obsessed with the sight: Alexandra's composure shattered as her hand moved without grace, chasing her own release while Simone fucked her harder. The second orgasm ripped through Alexandra faster than the first, her body seizing and pussy clamping down on Simone's fingers as she came with a guttural sound, muffled against Simone's shoulder. Wetness coated Simone's hand, dripping onto the desk, and she kept moving, drawing it out until her body slackened.
Alexandra wrestled free, shoving Simone onto her back across the desk. Papers stuck to Simone's sweat-damp skin, the wood cool against her spine, and Alexandra was on her in seconds, her mouth latching onto Simone's neck, biting down as her hands finally found purchase. One hand dove between her legs, Alexandra’s fingers plunging in deep. Simone's body betrayed her control, her hips canting up, and she grabbed Alexandra's hair, pulling her down for a kiss that was more teeth than anything.
Alexandra's fingers were everywhere—curled deeply inside her, thumb grinding against Simone's clit in erratic circles. It was too much, too raw, and Simone's desire deepened, a physical pull that made her want to devour every inch of this woman. She bit Alexandra's shoulder hard as her own release crashed over her, waves of heat pulsing through her core while her pussy tightened involuntarily around Alexandra's fingers. She came with a sharp cry, her body arching and nails raking down Alexandra's back in red lines. Alexandra kept moving, drawing out Simone's aftershocks until she was gasping, then pulling herfingers free to lick them clean, eyes locked on Simone's in a way that was pure defiance.
Simone felt a surge of heat flash through her as she flipped them and buried her face between Alexandra's thighs again. This time, she was hungrier, tongue probing deep, lapping at her folds while her hands gripped Alexandra's ass, spreading her. Alexandra's legs draped over Simone's shoulders, heels pressing into her back, and her hands—god, those hands—clawed at the desk, then at Simone's head, pulling her closer.
The third orgasm for Alexandra built slower, her body wrung out but still fighting, hips grinding against Simone's mouth. Simone sucked her clit hard, fingers joining her tongue in synchronized rhythm, and when Alexandra came, it was with a full-body shudder, a flood of wetness that Simone drank down. Alexandra's cries were broken now, raw sounds that filled the empty office, echoing off the cold glass windows.
Finally, Alexandra pushed her away, her breath ragged and body slick with sweat and come.
The intensity fractured first in the silence that followed, heavy and charged. Simone's heart pounded, her body buzzing with the afterglow, but awareness crept back in. This was Alexandra's office, and what they'd just done hung in the air like a signed contract neither could back out of.
The room came back in pieces. Simone was aware of her own breathing first, then the cold from the air conditioning against her shoulder blade where her blouse had ridden up, then the distance between her body and Alexandra's. They were no longer touching. The separation had happened in the last thirty seconds, a mutual withdrawal, and the air that filled the space between them now felt different than it had before.
Alexandra was already reassembling herself. Simone had watched a lot of people recover from things—bad deals, bad news, the moment in a negotiation when the floor bottomed outand there was nothing left to catch them—and she had never seen anyone do it with this kind of speed.
Alexandra straightened her sweater and pushed her hair back from her face with one hand, a gesture so controlled it could have been rehearsed. She picked up the wine glass that had tipped, spreading a dark stain over her notes, and set it upright. Every motion was precise and economical, a woman restoring order to a room she'd spent her career keeping orderly.
Her hands were perfectly steady now, and that was the thing that hit Simone hardest. Three minutes ago, they had been on her body with raw desperation, and now they were folding a napkin into quarters and placing it in a wastebasket. The shift between those two versions was so fast and so complete that it told Simone everything she needed to know about how many times Alexandra had done this.
“I think,“ Alexandra said, her voice level, “that we should acknowledge what just happened and agree that it doesn't change the terms of our professional relationship.“
Simone almost admired it. The phrasing was immaculate, as though they were amending a contract.
“Agreed,“ Simone said. Her own voice sounded foreign to her. “The ceasefire proposal stands on its own merits. Tonight doesn't affect it.“
“Good.“
Alexandra was behind her desk again, putting it between them like a barricade, and she stood with her hands flat on the desk. Simone was still leaning against the windowsill with her arms crossed, holding herself in place. If she uncrossed them, she knew they were going back on Alexandra's body. Her desire hadn’t diminished by being acted on. If anything, it was immeasurably worse because now it had specificity. She knew the exact pressure of Alexandra's grip on the back of her neck and the low, guttural sound Alexandra had made when she hadbeen brought over the edge. And Simone had no idea what to do with this.
“I'll have Ruth review the framework this week,“ Alexandra said. “If the terms are workable, we can formalize the ceasefire before the December board meeting.“
“That works.“ Simone uncrossed her arms and reached for her coat on the back of the chair. She picked up her tablet and met Alexandra's eyes across the desk.
Alexandra held the eye contact. Her composure was nearly complete, but her eyes were too open, carrying something she hadn't managed to tuck away yet.
“Goodnight, Alexandra.“
