Caught In The Act

Karma RX lost the file and every word stung. She called Jade into her office and the color drained from her face. Hours for a replacement. Hours without the deadline was impossible, her body already hummed with the need to burn something off. Fingers dipped between her thighs, slow and slick. The sound filled the quiet room. Then the door flew open. Jade froze mid-step. Her eyes went wide. Karma held her stare and did not pull away. "Close the door." Jade obeyed. Her back hit the wood with a soft click. Karma rose and guided the young woman's hand between her own legs. Jade's fingers trembled, then found heat and wetness and learned the rhythm that made Karma's breath catch. The same rhythm. Harder. Deeper. Karma tipped her head back, thighs shaking, and came with a low, broken sound that Jade swallowed in a fierce, open-mouthed kiss. When it passed she was steady again, the tension gone, the air cleared.