Showcase: Jane Wilde

Jane Wilde and her coworker Paige Owens hated each other with a heat that kept their boss watching the clock. Miss one deadline because of another screaming match and both of them were off the project. Jane swallowed her pride and called. When they finally met to knock out the overdue work, every word Paige offered was met with Jane’s quick, sharp replies. Then something Paige said landed wrong—or right. Jane froze. The other woman’s voice, the exact tilt of her mouth—it was her ex staring back at her. The ex who had left her twisting in an unfinished goodbye. Paige offered to listen. Jane shook her head, then changed her mind. "Just… talk like her," she asked, voice small. "Give me one clean ending." Paige took a shaky breath and slipped into the role. "Tell me what you need," she said, words borrowed from another mouth. Jane answered by lunging forward and sealing their lips together. The kiss tasted like anger and apology and relief. Breathless, Jane pulled away just far enough to beg. "Fuck me like she should have. One last time." Paige didn’t argue. Clothes came off where they stood—blouse unbuttoned against the filing cabinet, skirt pushed to the floor under the conference table. Jane dropped to her knees, spread Paige open, and licked through slick folds until her chin shone. Two fingers sank in next, curling, urging choked little sounds from Paige’s throat. They switched places. Paige hauled Jane onto the table edge and returned the favor, sucking and stroking until Jane’s heels drummed against her back. When they climbed onto the polished wood together, thighs scissored tight, nothing existed except the wet drag of clit on clit, hips snapping in ragged rhythm. Their cries filled the empty office, sharp, urgent, unstoppable. The shared orgasm left them trembling. Sweat cooled on skin. For the first time in weeks, Jane could breathe without tasting the past. Maybe—maybe—a working truce could follow.