Found Love

Red Mary should have been taking notes on square footage. Instead she tracked every sway of Darcia's hips as the agent moved through the loft, sunlight sliding over the curve of her ass each time she paused to gesture at a skylight. The open space felt empty, silent except for the soft tap of heels on concrete. Darcia sat first, crossing one smooth thigh over the other, skirt riding high. Red Mary dropped beside her, closer than necessary. Her fingers brushed Darcia's knee, lingered, then slid higher, slow and sure. Darcia's breath caught; she didn't pull away. Red Mary's mouth found the shell of her ear. 'I've already decided,' she whispered, hand slipping beneath silk. Darcia spread just enough. Two fingers pressed in, finding wet heat. Darcia's head tipped back against the cushions, thighs trembling, while Red Mary worked her open with steady, unhurried strokes, the city glittering through the glass like it was watching.