Web Exclusive - Scene 1129 Mariah Milano Destiny Dixon

Destiny sat on the edge of Mariah’s couch, knees drawn up, her voice low as if the lamp above might broadcast it. “Marcus hasn’t touched me since what—February,” she said, tasting the word like cheap coffee. “And now every morning this guy walks past my cubicle, collar open, and I forget my login.” Mariah studied her friend a moment, then rose without ceremony. She crossed to the door, slid the deadbolt, and returned holding the phone to her shoulder. When she spoke, it wasn’t for Destiny so much as someone already half-waiting on the other end. “Grant? Hey. Yeah, you’re still on late shift. Remember Destiny? Put your hands on your desk for me.” A pulse of silence. Destiny felt heat crawl up her neck while Mariah’s mouth curled at one corner like she’d already heard the answer. Mariah hung up, stretched, slipped her blouse buttons loose with one hand as if she were peeling a peach. “Top stays on,” she told Destiny, settling beside her. “Just raise your skirt, knees apart. You need more than sympathy tonight.” She said it like another favor traded—casual, frank, inevitable. Destiny obeyed. Cool air met damp cotton. Mariah’s fingers hooked under the fabric, eased it aside, found wet and waiting heat. The first stroke was sure, two fingers sliding in to the knuckle; the second curled, deliberate, rubbing the ridge that made Destiny’s thighs jerk. “God.” Destiny’s nails dug crescents into the upholstery. The room narrowed to the rhythm of Mariah’s hand—slow, then faster, pulse-matched—and the faint whisper of fabric brushing skin each time Destiny’s hips lifted. When the orgasm hit, it twisted through her belly like a pulled knot finally giving way; slick flooded down the inside of her thigh, and Mariah caught the last wave with a flat palm, pressing, grounding her. Mariah leaned back, licked the glistening palm once, almost absently. “Now finish the story, Des,” she said. “About the guy with the open collar. Every detail. I like my friends well-informed before their next stupid mistake.”