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She was supposed to be on an epic shop-a-thon with her sister in Escada, but instead they are stuck in the Apple store because Lizzie needs someone to fix her phone. Her phone stopped working at brunch and she’s afraid to be off the grid so now Lizzie dragged her along to wait for a so-called genius to fix it for her.
“I’m just heading around the corner.” Josie murmurs to her sister. She was fed up listening to this teenager try to ‘woo’ Lizzie with his ‘tech’ skills. She didn’t even wait for her sister's answer as she already walked out the store. They live on the outskirts of the city and visit the shops at the heart of the city a lot, so she knows where she is going.
Josette Saltzman is all grown up and secretly wearing something naughty beneath her studious student uniform consisting of a short skirt and a hoodie. All though that’s not what she’s wearing today.
Today she’s got her Jimmy Choo fuck-me boots zippered over her skinny Sevens and a wool jacket over a silk camisole because it is December and her nipples can only take on so much cold. She slings her thin purse strap over her shoulder and joins the Sunday flow of shoppers on the cobblestone sidewalk.
She walks into Victoria Secrets. It’s not the usual place she likes to buy her private collection of lingerie, but it will do, over waiting for her sisters’ phone to be fixed. Inside is a sea of silk and lace. Satin cups and black ribbons, it oozes feminine power and celebrates all things sexy. Just what Josie needs to help boost her confidence.
“Need any help?” A young sales girl approached Josie with a fake smile, looking entirely done with her job for it only being the afternoon.
“I’m going to look around for a bit.” Josie answered and the young sales girl nodded, more than happy to walk away.
Josie smirked to herself, letting out a small laugh as she examined the ‘Hello Kitty’ thongs.
“Something funny, Miss Saltzman?”
Damn it.
Josie sighed and rolled her eyes. She kept her back to Penelope. Her sister’s new incredibly hot bodyguard hired by her fiancée. Her secret crush, with short black hair, sharp features and hypnotizing green eyes. Her totally off-limits babysitter for the weekend, now that Lizzie is back in town. “How did you find me? Did you put a tracking device in my purse?”
Penelope laughs quietly and walks around the display until Josie’s got a view of her slim fitted black dress pants and satin dress shirt. Josie doesn’t know how a bodyguard could wear that and be comfortable to take on any action when needed, but she guessed Penelope isn’t really meant to look like a bodyguard.
Her shirt fits tight around her perky breast and flows down loosely until it is tucked into her pants at the front. There is probably a hard set of abs under there, but Josie has never gotten close enough to test that theory.
Josie’s eyes don’t look up at Penelope’s face. Instead her eyes stay focused on her chest. She blushes before she looks back down at the display of panties in front of her.
Josie is totally fine with Penelope knowing that she is thinking about her tits. Penelope’s not fine with it, but that’s her problem.
Penelope clears her throat and crosses her arms over her chest, swinging a collection of Lizzie's and Josie’s shopping bags in front of her body, blocking off any further free views for anyone in the store. “Your sister said I might find you in here.”
“And you left Lizzie alone?”
“Hope showed up.” Of course, she did. That meant her shopping spree time with her sister was over. Well shit.
“Then I guess I’ll just head home.” Josie says quietly. She isn’t even trying to hide her disappointment. She doesn’t get to see her sister that often anymore now that she’s in college and her sister moved in with Hope, another town over.
“You can head home if you want.” Penelope mocked her and outrage surges all through Josie’s body.
She picks up a thong that has bonus straps meant to torment the person looking at the wearer and holds it up between them. “What? Don’t think I should do that Penelope. ” Josie puts a mock on her name. “You think I should buy these panties and wear them out tonight? Maybe get peeled out of them by a hot girl I just met at the end of the night?”
Josie is being a whiny brat and she doesn’t even care. So, she stares a Penelope, daring her -fucking daring her- to tell her she can do whatever she wants, because she can.
Penelope stares back at her, her face unreadable and not full of attitude like Josie’s.
“I don’t think Hope is planning on going to dinner with you two, if that is your concern.” She finally says and it only pisses Josie off more. She exhales loudly as she tries to pull herself together. Let Penelope think she’s a haughty bitch. Josie doesn’t care.
“Miss Saltzman,” she starts and Josie spins the thong around the tip of her pointer finger before she drops it back on the display with the others.
“I’m not a child. You can call me Josie, or nothing at all. That would be my preference.” Josie swings past her. She would have made Penelope wait outside the changing room while she tried on the lacy material and maybe even a lacy bra to match because the thought makes her achy and wet, but she wasn’t in the mood to tease her today.
She stops at the entrance of the store and meets Penelope’s emerald gaze head on who was following close in her trail. “Call the driver.”
“Yes… Josie.” Her jaw clenches and she grabs her phone out of her pocket.
-x-
Penelope gives Josie a wide distance of space on the way to the car. She’s pissed at her and it’s her job not to react. Penelope can be her emotion punching bag to a point if she needs it.
Penelope isn’t Josie’s bodyguard so she doesn’t get to enforce protection by walking in front of her, seeking out any possible threats.
Unfortunately, walking behind Josie comes with its own set of problems.
She’s off limits, not because Penelope works for her family and is her sister’s bodyguard, but also because she’s four years younger than her.
But it’s hard when she’s taunting Penelope with lace panties in her face and wearing jeans that accentuate her ass so well. Penelope would love nothing more than to smack her childish ways out of her ass right now.
Another reason Josie Saltzman is off limits. Penelope would punish her until her ass was rosy red and she’d be panting and begging Penelope to stop. Then she would haul her up to her knees and taunt her with how wet she is for her. Penelope would press her hips into her sore bottom and make her remember who is in charge.
Penelope isn’t usually a jealous woman, but when she thinks of Josie with someone else, her chest tightens up. She couldn’t just hook up with Josie, it would need to be exclusive. Which is exactly why she keeps her distance from Josie.
Penelope isn’t an idiot. She sees how Josie looks at her with wanting eyes. It can never happen though. The image of Josie naked and on all fours flashes through Penelope’s head again and she needs to swing the bags she is carrying in front of her to rid her dirty thoughts.
Josie ducks her head as she bends down and makes her way into the limousine. Penelope gets a reminder that she’s one of the richest twenty-one-year old's in the country. She’s the youngest of two and on paper a good girl. A straight A student and not a wild child like her older sister Lizzie. Penelope liked Lizzie until she was pissing her off by ditching her for Hope.
Penelope shuts the door behind Josie when she sits down and makes her way to the passenger seat. She wasn’t being subtle with Josie, that’s for sure. It’s been four months of them circling around each other and two months of Penelope getting herself off to her fantasy of Josie on her knees, her teaching Josie how to eat her out just the way she likes.
Two months of Penelope punishing herself for being a pervert but it doesn’t stop her from doing it again the next time she gets home after seeing Josie for the day or even a few hours. She imagines Josie sliding down her body slowly, sucking her nipples then making her way down to kiss her abs.
Penelope groaned and shook her head.
-x-
Josie was sitting in a restaurant with Lizzie later that day. Neither of them was eating, instead drinking a bottle of expensive wine and discussing the small things of life that were going on since they’ve been apart. “I’d do anything for you Lizzie.”
“Same to you, Josie.” Lizzie said as she raised her glass, nodding her head.
“Even let me date Penelope?”
Lizzie laughed. “No, not that.”
“I didn’t want to date her anyways.” Lizzie gave her a look and Josie stuck her tongue out at her. “I don’t! I just want her to…”
“Ew, that is even worse, Jo.”
“Why?”
Lizzie gaped before she closed her mouth and shrugged, “You’re right. It’s not. Do I need to give you a safe sex lecture?”
“No. I just want… It’s time, you know?”
Lizzie winced. “Stay a kid forever.” Josie shook her head. “Then be safe. Because a woman like Penelope-” She cuts herself off and takes a long fortifying gulp of her wine. “She can overwhelm you if you aren’t careful.”
“She’s been ignoring all of my advances. I doubt she’ll even want to hook up.”
“Have you tried being straight with her?”
“What?” Josie’s cheeks turned red. Straight should not be a part of her vocabulary when it involved anything with Penelope.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce her or something.”
Maybe. Josie cleared her throat. “How else… Help me out.”
“Josie, if you play games, she’s not going to know you want more. Just be straight with her.”
“Was that what it was like for you and Hope?” They talked about almost everything, but they never talked about how she started dating Hope. Probably because it started with something dirty, at least that’s what Josie gathered from the news, YouTube and anything on social media really.
Making a face and reaching for her wine, Josie retracted her question. “Never mind, don’t answer that.”
Lizzie laughed. “It’s different for everyone. We had strong feelings in the beginning.”
Josie giggled and Lizzie realized she had way too much wine in her system to even nod correctly. “No more wine for you.”
“Of course not.” Josie reached for the bottle and Lizzie didn’t stop her from filling up her glass for the third time that night.
“Looks like your ride is here.” Lizzie nodded to Penelope at the entrance of the restaurant. Josie didn’t look. “What do you want from her?”
“Sex.” Josie said immediately.
“Then go get it.” Lizzie responded as she took Josie’s glass of wine out of her hand and emptied it with one swallow.
“Really?”
“I’m going to call Hope to pick me up.” Lizzie pulled her phone out. “Don’t get hurt.”
“Oh please, your bodyguard isn’t going to hurt me.” Not even if I beg her to.
“Right. Don’t hurt her then.” She smirks before standing up and leaving the restaurant.
Josie took a deep breath, placing some bills on the table before she stood. When she turned around, Penelope was standing not too far from her. Blocking Josie’s line of sight with her dark hair and suit that fits slim to her body in all the right places. Josie's heart pounded in her chest. She shook her hair out and gave Penelope a nervous smile. Lizzie had gotten her hopes up and Josie thinks it’ll work. She’s got this.
-x-
Penelope can handle Josie being coy, prissy and her waving lace lingerie in her face, but she can’t handle Josie being nervous. Josie is a woman, a young beautiful woman who is wearing her heart on her sleeve.
The little black dress swings around Josie’s hips and her hair bounces on her shoulders as she makes her way over to Penelope. The whole picture is the definition of temptation. Long, smooth legs, black heels. Bright eyes and lips with a hint of a shiny color. Enough to draw Penelope’s eyes to her plump lips. Penelope knows when she kisses her, she’ll taste an eager, ready woman.
If . Not when Penelope kisses her.
Not if either.
Penelope is not going to kiss her.
Penelope is going to break her heart and it’s going to hurt.
She shoved her hands in her pockets, taking a deep breath to refrain from reaching out to touch Josie.
She stops walking in front of Penelope. Her heels make her almost a foot taller than her and Penelope gets the perfect view of Josie’s tits in that dress that, upon closer inspection, looks like it’s offering her breast up for a taste.
“I can escort you where you want to go next.” Penelope said, looking around Josie.
A small smile twists at her lips. “Do you…” Josie trailed off, squaring her shoulders. The nerves leave her face, she may be young and innocent but she’s strong as steel to her core. “I want ice cream.”
Penelope didn’t know what Josie was going to say but she certainly didn’t expect that. “Ice cream? That’s all?”
Josie grins, her eyes crinkling. “Nope. That’s not all. But I want that first. Can we do that?”
“Yes, we can get you ice cream.”
They hit a Cold Stone a few blocks away from the restaurant and Josie can’t decide what flavor she wants. She chooses four flavors before Penelope cuts her off and pays for her. They walk back outside making their way to Josie’s apartment. Penelope glances at Josie in only her small black dress. “Are you cold?”
“No,” Josie says, “But it’s not much further away.”
Penelope takes her jacket off and slings it around Josie’s shoulders. She isn’t carrying her gun this weekend so she doesn’t need to keep her jacket on. “Let’s get you back to your apartment.”
“But I need milk to go with my ice cream.” Josie whined with an innocent look.
“I know what you’re doing.” Penelope muttered as they continued their stroll.
“What am I doing?”
“You’re turning this into a date.”
Josie laughed. “This is the worst world’s worst date.” Penelope snorted. “I honestly just want ice cream and milk.”
“This was a trap.” Penelope whispered. They were at the apartment building now and Penelope held the door for Josie to enter.
“It’s not a trap.” She whispered in Penelope’s ear as she passed by. They took the elevator up to her apartment and Penelope had every intent to drop off the ice cream and leave, but Josie pushed her onto one of the stools at the kitchen bar.
“Lizzie said I should just tell you what I want. So, we should talk about what kind of sex we should have.” Jesus.
“We’re not going to have sex.” Even as Penelope says it, she feels the heat go straight below her belt at the thought of getting naked together, of tasting every last inch of her.
“I just want sex. Nothing else.”
Penelope wants to tell her that there are a million other girls out there, or guys, to help her with that problem, no strings attached or drama, but the words die in her throat. She grunted instead. A sound that should turn her off since it reveals her as an idiot incapable of speech.
“No.” Penelope said, putting the bag of different ice creams on the bar. “Not another word either or no ice cream for you.”
Josie gasped, and her eyes twinkled when she sucked in her lips. She kicked off her heels in the middle of the kitchen floor and Penelope felt heat fill up her body again at the sight of her bare feet. She trailed over to Penelope, pulling off her jacket and placing it back over the rightful owners’ shoulders.
She walked over to the other side of the bar and pulled out the vanilla ice cream tub from the bag, taking off the lid. She leaned over the bar, showing off her cleavage and swiped her tongue on the top of the ice cream, batting her eyes at Penelope.
When Penelope doesn’t react, at least not outwardly, Josie rolled her eyes and proceeded to lick the ice cream a few more times. Some of it melts down the side of her mouth and Josie laps it up with her tongue, not letting any of it fall. Penelope feels pleasure twist in her stomach as she transcribes what she’s seeing in front of her into an X-rated fantasy of Josie on her knees in front of her, lapping at her dripping slit.
Aw, fuck.
Penelope crossed her legs and Josie laughed.
Josie dips her pointer finger in the ice cream and whispers, “Yummy.” as she sucks her finger off and releases it with a pop.
“Stop it.”
“Make me.” Josie winked.
They stare at each other, while Josie continues to dip her finger in the ice cream and licks or sucks it off. “Fine, you’ve got my full attention, why me?”
“You’re sexy.”
“Try harder.”
“You’re a good girl.” Not even a little bit. Penelope snorted. Josie waved her off. “Even with our fucked-up family and drama you soothe Lizzie over when she needs the help. You’re good with her, you get her. And everyone knows that’s impossible.”
“That’s my job.”
Josie shakes her head. “No. I’ve grown up around people in your line of work. Nobody just does the job, no questions asked. Everybody has an angle.”
That makes Penelope so mad at her father, he is a grade-A ass. “They should.”
“They don’t. But you do.” Josie held Penelope’s gaze. She licked her lips. “And you want me.”
“No-”
“Don’t deny it. You want me.” She repeats in a quick breath. “You’re a good girl and I want this. I want you to have sex with me because you’re a good girl and you’re sexy and you want me. I want you too, in case that wasn’t clear. But just for sex.”
“Whoa. Slow down.” If Penelope thought Lizzie was the earnest one, it was because she hadn’t had this conversation with Josie yet. “I do want you. Any human would. And I’m flattered that you think I’m good enough for you, but you don’t really know me. And if you did, you wouldn’t want me.”
“What matters is you wouldn’t kiss and tell. I don’t think knowing you matters for a one-night stand. I just need to trust that you won’t hurt me, and you’ll wash your fingers before you fuck me senseless, that kind of thing.”
“That’s not being a good girl Josie. That’s just… Don’t have sex with anyone who uses that as the basic ground rules.”
“I haven’t.”
“Good.” Penelope glared at her. “But the answer is still no.”
Josie places the cover over the ice cream tub and places it into the freezer along with the others. Penelope watches her, “it’s not that I don’t want to. You’re gorgeous.” Josie didn’t say anything. Penelope is breaking her heart.
“You break every single one of my rules and I definitely don’t seduce women younger than me.”
Josie whirls around. “I am not much younger than you.”
“Another reason is this is against my rules.” Penelope said drily.
“I have to admit, banging my sister’s bodyguard is hot. So, if you keep pinpointing the forbidden aspect of why we can’t, that’s just going to convince me that we should.”
“I’m not convincing you of anything. I’m just stating the facts.” Josie walks around the bar and stops in front of Penelope, swirling her seat around until her back is against the bar. Rookie mistake. Penelope is now trapped between a determined sexy woman and a bar. And she’s no rookie.
“You’ve got rules.” Josie whispered, her wine and vanilla laced breath filling up Penelope’s senses, her lips twisted into a smirk. “And you think I can’t play within them?”
“Something like that.”
“You want to tell me what these rules are?”
“Nope. I want you to go to bed.”
“Tuck me in.”
“Not going to happen.” Penelope stands up and Josie turns around. Her long, honey brown waves spilling down her back as she glances back at Penelope over her shoulder.
“If you won’t come tuck me in, the least you could do is unzip my dress.”
Penelope cleared her throat. “You got into it; you can get yourself out of it.”
“I had help from Lizzie, actually, but okay.” She twists her arm behind her back. Fuck, how is she that bendy? This is getting out of Penelope’s control. Josie’s fingertips pull the zipper with a tug and a triangle of skin shows. There was no bra underneath. Is she wearing anything under that dress?
Penelope is close to breaking. She doesn’t think Josie realized how far she pushed her and she doesn’t want her to know. She scrubbed her hand over her face. “I don’t get involved with clients, or the family of clients. I don’t have one-night stands. And those are just some reasons why this can’t happen. What happens when you wake up from this hormone driven fun fest?”
Josie’s face slacks and fuck is Penelope an asshole.
“I’m the last person to romanticize sex, but-”
“Then don’t.” Josie says, crossing her arms over her chest. The straps on her dress loose and wobbly as one falls down the edge of her shoulder. All it would take is a shrug and it would drop down her arm exposing the top of her breast. Penelope can’t take her gaze off of it. “Don’t romanticize anything. Clearly I haven’t done a good enough job at making it clear that I’m only looking for a safe hook up.”
“I told you I don’t do casual hook ups, so you’re out of luck.”
Josie frowns, her lower lip plumping out in a way that says taste me, taste me then tell me you don’t want me . “What do you do?”
“All due respect, Miss Saltzman, that’s none of your business.” Josie uncrosses her arms and her dress slips a bit. Penelope looks away because she can’t stop staring at the bare bit of Josie’s chest. “And we need to stop talking about sex.”
“I thought your rule was that you always had to be in charge.” Josie whispered and Penelope snapped her head up to look at her. Penelope walks closer to her and she’s right where Josie wants her, and fuck she’s where she wants to be too.
Penelope wants her. She isn’t going to let herself have her of course. But she’s lying to the both of them when she says she wants Josie to go to bed. She wants Josie to drop her dress and come over to her in her arms, hot, needy, innocent and wet. “That goes without saying.”
“That you’d be in charge?” Josie asks, voice breathy and seductive. “And it would be good as long as I do what I’m told?”
Penelope doesn’t have an answer for that so she sticks with her lame offer, “we can’t happen.”
“Fine. I apologize for wanting to get in your pants.”
Penelope stares into her eyes and wonders how the hell she held out for so long. She steps forward and slides her arms around Josie, pushing her flush against her.
She definitely shouldn’t bring her mouth up to kiss her.
But that’s exactly what Penelope did.
And it was fucking worth it.