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Rey was bored. Her team had just wrapped a huge project; it would be a bit before the next one was teed up. There were things she could do, but none of them were pressing. None of them needed to be done now. The truth was, Rey had to admit, that none of the tasks on her plate were all that interesting.
But there was something else that was.
Rose Tico was one of the marketing specialists who worked on Rey’s floor. She helped determine direction for Rey’s design projects. She seemed shy, but she was smart and funny and really engaging once you got to know her.
She was also drop-dead gorgeous. Beautiful face, shining black hair, not to mention that killer body. Whenever Rose walked by, Rey stopped what she was doing to look. She was normally discreet about it, but today she was too bored to care. Plus, today Rose was wearing a white dress, clingy but not too tight, just snug enough to hug the curves of her hips and ass and the swells of her breasts. Rey had to make sure she didn’t miss any details.
Rose had passed Rey’s desk three times now, but it wasn’t enough. Rey willed her to come closer, to stop nearby. She stared as Rose strode past a fourth time, running her eyes along the lines of Rose’s dress.
Rose stopped and turned. “Hi, Rey!” she said cheerfully.
“Hi,” Rey said, hoping her face wasn’t turning red. “How are you?”
“Good!” Rose said, voice and face both bright. “My A/B test was greenlit. I’m just trying to get the creative brief together.”
“Oh, great!” Rey said, grateful that Rose hadn’t seemed to notice the staring, but also genuinely happy for her. The marketing analysts were encouraged to pitch test ideas, and they all did, frequently; it was pretty competitive.
“Yeah!” Rose said. “I’ll hopefully have something for you guys by end of week.”
“Sounds good!” Rey said, and Rose smiled broadly and continued on her way.
Rey slumped in her chair and let out a long breath. It probably wasn’t great to objectify a coworker like this. Although...was she really objectifying Rose, if she also liked her as a person? Was it so wrong that she also found her irresistibly hot?
Rey poked at a couple low-priority projects: organizing her email, archiving files. So boring! Rose walked by a few more times, and Rey let herself look, because, damn it, there was nothing else to do.
She could just make out the outline of Rose’s bra beneath the soft fabric of the dress: the clasp in the back, the straps going over her shoulders. It must fit properly, because Rey didn’t see the top of the cups.
What she did see was Rose’s generous cleavage.
Rose stopped at Finn’s desk with a stack of papers. She set it down and spread the papers out and leaned forward to show Finn something. Her ass was sticking right out in Rey’s direction. Rey could see her pantyline, sweeping over her hip and arrowing down between her legs.
Rey tried to control her breathing, tried not to openly stare, but fuck. Rose was right there. Rey wished she could—
Rose straightened, turned, smiled at Rey. Rey froze. Rose walked over, her gait slow, casual.
“See something you like?” she murmured.
Rey couldn't breathe. She couldn't speak. She stared, eyes wide, trapped.
Rose suddenly clapped a hand over her own mouth. “Sorry!” she whispered urgently. “You were zoning out and I wanted to tease you, but that was totally inappropriate! I’m sorry!”
Rey found her voice. “Oh!” she said. “No! I mean, that’s okay!”
“I always just blurt stuff out like that,” Rose moaned softly. “I’m really excited about my new dress, I think it’s really nice, so I was trying to joke about you wanting to steal it. Then I realized…”
She trailed off. Her entire face was red.
“Well,” Rey said, her breathing coming back under control, “I do want to steal your dress.” Take it right off you, she didn’t say. “It’s so pretty,” she did say. “Though it might not be the right cut for me.”
Rose looked relieved. “You’re so beautiful, I bet you look great in anything,” she said. “I have to dig through everything at the store just to find one thing that fits my chest.”
“Oh,” Rey said, gaze dropping to Rose’s cleavage again. When she realized what she was doing, she snapped her eyes back up to Rose’s. “I guess it must be a pain to find clothes. But you always look—” Totally hot. Fucking gorgeous. Unbelievably beautiful. “—really good.”
Rose smiled widely, ducking her head. “Thank you,” she said. “You always look nice too.”
“Oh, whatever,” Rey laughed. You didn’t have to dress up to be a digital artist. She wore jeans and T-shirts most of the time.
“You do!” Rose protested. “You’re like. Really pretty. You make any outfit look good.”
Rey was sure her own face was red now. “Uh,” she said.
“Sorry!” Rose said quickly. “Ignore me, I’m not so good at doing talking.”
“No! You’re fine!” Rey said. “I just. Thank you.”
They smiled at each other, and then Rose went back to her own desk.
Rey tried to turn her attention to her exceedingly boring administrative tasks. But as she dragged and dropped files into folders, her mind wandered back to what had just happened, spinning it in a different way.
What if, she imagined, Rose had meant her comment the way it sounded? What if she’d seen Rey notice her, and was flattered? What if that had been a come-on?
What if Rey had swept her eyes up and down Rose’s body, licked her lips, and said yes?
What if Rose had taken Rey by the hand and led her to the copy room? What if she’d locked the door and pressed Rey up against the wall next to the large format printer, held Rey’s face, pulled her into a kiss?
What if Rey had put her hands on Rose, finally? What if she’d felt the heat of Rose’s skin beneath her fingers, the lines of her body, the places where she was soft, the places where she was angled? What if Rose had let Rey take that dress off and really see her?
Rey squirmed in her office chair. Work was really not an appropriate place to get this…excited. She was starting to regret not wearing a bra; her hard nipples stood out pretty obviously through her Captain Marvel T-shirt.
Maybe she should just…go take care of this.
Rey considered. The bathrooms were fairly private, with fully enclosed stalls, but nothing stopped sound from carrying. One little moan and anyone would know what she was doing.
The copy room was nice to fantasize about, but practically it wouldn’t work at all. Too public.
She shouldn’t be trying to get off at work anyway, she told herself. She could handle this. She could be cool.
Rose came into view again, sitting down on the edge of Poe’s desk and leaning forward. Her arms squashed her tits together, pushing them up and nearly out of the dress.
Fuck it. Rey would go to her car.
Rey grabbed her keys off her desk. At the sound of them jangling, Rose looked up. “Rey!” she said, pushing off Poe’s desk and hurrying forward. “Are you going to lunch?”
Rey could do nothing but say “Yes” and pick up her purse as well. She’d brought a sandwich, and conveniently it was in her purse. She could just eat it in her car after she—
“Where are you going?” Rose asked. “I haven’t eaten yet, either.”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know,” Rey said.
“Have you tried Maz’s?” Rose asked. “It’s really good.”
“No,” Rey said. The terror of Rose finding out what she was actually up to did not seem to be affecting her arousal. Except maybe making it worse. Rey saw Rose glance down, probably noticing Rey’s rock-hard nipples…and when Rose politely looked away, Rey knew she must have.
“Want to?” Rose asked. “If you don’t have something else planned.”
Rey had something else planned, all right. But she couldn’t very well say Sorry Rose, I need to go rub one out while thinking about you.
“Um,” she said, looking into Rose’s friendly, hopeful eyes. “Sure.”
“Great! Just a sec!” Rose spun around and darted off to her desk to grab her clutch. Meanwhile, Rey tried not to be too obvious as she rubbed her thighs together.
“I’ll drive,” Rey said automatically when Rose returned, because she always drove. It was just too weird to be a passenger in a car.
“Okay!” Rose said.
The trip from their floor to the parking garage was interminable. First the elevator ride, then the walk through the employee exit. At this point, Rey was convinced Rose could smell her arousal.
When they got to Rey’s ancient Dodge Charger, it occurred to her that driving involved keeping her legs spread. Well. Wouldn’t this be interesting.
Rey opened Rose’s door for her; Rose giggled and settled in. When Rey put it in gear, Rose grabbed the oh-shit handle.
“Sorry! I’m sure your driving is great,” Rose said. “I just get nervous!”
Good, Rey thought. Maybe she’d be too focused on that to notice that Rey’s chest was practically heaving with desire.
She felt herself clench and rolled her eyes in exasperation.
This wasn’t fair, honestly. She was supposed to be getting off right now, working herself over with her fingers, releasing some goddamn tension. Instead, here she was trapped with the object of her desire, almost literally on fire with want.
Jesus.
She couldn’t even blame Rose for this, not really. It wasn’t Rose's fault she was drop-dead gorgeous. Wasn’t her fault that that dress was incredible on her, like it had been designed to perfectly accentuate her body.
No, the only one to blame here was Rey’s raging libido.
Rey shifted in her seat. “Want to listen to some music?” she asked, reaching for the radio. She forgot that she’d had the volume up super high that morning when the local mix station played The Cranberries, and so it was still super loud when it blared:
“I’LL MAKE LOVE TO YOU—”
Rey smacked the knob to turn the radio back off again. “Sorry,” she said.
“No worries,” Rose answered with a small giggle.
The universe had it in for Rey, it appeared.
Maz’s turned out to be a hole-in-the-wall Mexican-South African fusion restaurant with low lighting and small tables. They specialized in pap en vleis tacos. So Rey would be eating a taco…just not the one she really wanted.
God, Rey needed to get her mind out of the gutter.
As soon as they were seated, Rey hopped back up. “I’m gonna use their restroom,” she said.
“Oh!” Rose said. “Good idea. Me too.”
For fuck’s sake.
Rey managed to pee, thus justifying her trip to the bathroom. But then it was time to wipe.
Ugh, why. Why was this happening to her?
Rey was just as wet as she thought she was. It took her two wads of toilet paper to get it all. On the first pass, she had to bite back a gasp. On the second pass, she bit her lip, barely managing not to groan. Rose was in the very next stall, because of course she was, and Rey didn’t want to have to explain any weird noises.
She finished mopping up with her opposite hand clamped over her mouth.
The two of them met at the sink. “I’m really excited to see how you like this place,” Rose said, scrubbing her hands.
“Me too,” Rey said, though she was hardly thinking about the food. Rose had had her dress pulled up in there, she realized belatedly. Right next to her.
Then Rose turned toward the paper towels, and Rey couldn’t help but gasp. Rose had caught the bottom of her skirt in her panties. The backs of her legs were bare all the way up to her ass, which was also partially bare.
Damn it.
“Rose,” Rey said, forcing herself not to look, “your dress.”
“What?” Rose asked, twisting at the waist, and then she saw herself in the mirror. “Oh! Oh, shoot!” she said. “Can you fix it? My hands are all wet.”
Rey’s hands clenched into fists, noisily crumpling the paper towels she was holding. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she managed. “Just go ahead and dry your hands.”
“Okay!” Rose said, turning away again and giving Rey the full view. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable!”
“No, no, of course not,” Rey said. Her gaze kept straying to Rose’s ass as Rose dried her hands. Finally Rose reached back and untucked her skirt from her panties, pulling it back down over her legs, and Rey let out a quiet sigh—half relief, half disappointment.
Someone accidentally baring their ass shouldn’t be sexy, but Rose seemed to make everything sexy.
When they got back to their table, Rey had the silly idea to pull Rose’s chair out for her. So she did, and Rose giggled and slid between the chair and the table, and Rey tucked the chair in behind her.
“I feel like a princess,” Rose said, beaming at Rey.
I would certainly like to worship you, Rey didn’t say. She settled into her own chair carefully and picked up her menu. “So, these tacos?” she asked, trying not to think about how Rose’s legs were right there under the tiny table.
“They’re really good,” Rose said.
Your legs are really good, Rey thought, failing at not thinking about Rose’s legs.
This was so dumb. She should be able to control herself. She must be about to get her period or something. Stupid hormones. Rey took a long swig of water.
Their server arrived, and she and Rose both ordered tacos. Rey tried to concentrate on not moving her feet. She didn’t want to accidentally kick Rose under the table—or, worse, stroke her ankle up Rose’s leg, like she now could not stop thinking about.
“Are you okay, Rey?” Rose asked, and Rey realized she was making a face, scrunching up her lips and nose the way she always did when she was concentrating.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” she said. “Just thinking about what I need to do when we get back to work.”
Rose pouted at her. It was unfairly cute. “Don’t think about work!” she said. “This is your private time.”
“You’re right,” Rey said. Her eyes dipped of their own volition down to Rose’s cleavage. “What should I think about?” she asked, dragging her gaze back up.
“Hmm,” Rose said. “Tell me about your ideal date.”
Rey blinked at her. Was this ‘girl talk’? Did Rose think Rey was straight? “Um. My ideal date is anything involving a beautiful girl,” Rey said, because there was no way she was letting a misconception like that stand.
But Rose giggled. “Mine too!”
“Oh,” Rey said, caught flat-footed. “Wow. Good. I mean, yeah.”
“Do you like for your date to pick what you do?” Rose asked.
Rey considered. “Yeah, I guess.”
“I like to be the one who decides,” Rose said.
“Oh,” Rey said. She let herself imagine again. What if this wasn’t a work lunch between colleagues? What if this was a date? What if Rose wore that dress just for Rey?
What if Rose took Rey’s hand across the table? What if Rey leaned in and kissed Rose?
What if Rey took Rose back to the car—
“If your date wanted to feed you, would you let her?” Rose asked.
Rey spluttered. “Wow. Uh. I’ve. Never thought about that.”
“It can be fun,” Rose said.
“Huh,” was all Rey could think to reply.
“Do you kiss on the first date?”
Rey swallowed. “It…depends?”
“On what?”
“On. Like. How the date is going. And how long we’ve known each other. Or maybe not even that. But the feeling has to be right. You know?”
“Yeah,” Rose said, leaning her chin on her hand and smiling. “Yeah, I do.”
Oh, god. Rose wasn’t just hot. She was super cute, too, with that huge, unselfconscious smile that crinkled her eyes and made the whole room light up. And here she was, asking innocent questions about kissing, when all Rey was thinking about was crawling under the table and—
“What about sex?” Rose asked, and Rey’s brain malfunctioned.
“What?”
“How long do you wait?” Rose asked. She was leaning toward Rey with her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand, and unless Rey was seeing things, her eyes were half-lidded.
Was Rose a natural tease, oblivious to the effect she was having?
Or…was she doing this to Rey on purpose?
Surely not. Surely Rose was just making conversation. She was friendly and she had no filter. That’s all this was.
Still. Rey could test it, to make sure.
Crossing her arms on the table, Rey leaned forward too. This put their faces mere inches apart. She thought she heard Rose take a quick inhale through her nose, but she could have been imagining things.
“Sometimes,” Rey said, “I’ve been thinking about how hot a girl is all day, and so if she was into it, I mean…” She trailed off, and licked her lips for good measure.
This time, Rose definitely sucked in a breath. “I see,” she said. Her fingertips were pressing into her cheek.
“What about you?” Rey asked. She deliberately looked at Rose’s cleavage this time, because why the fuck not? It was such a long shot anyway.
“I—” Rose started, but then the server arrived with their food. They both sat back as their plates were set down in front of them.
Rey’s pussy was throbbing. She sighed and shifted in her seat.
Rose picked up a taco. “I’m the same,” she said. “Sometimes I’ve been thinking about how hot a girl is all day too. Maybe I think about how hot she is every day.” She smiled and glanced away. “We should eat.”
Rey stared. Blinked. She could swear she could feel her pulse in her neck and wrists, pounding like crazy. Was Rose—? Did she just—? Had she been—? This whole time—?
It would be awful if Rey was wrong. She didn’t want to make Rose uncomfortable, or worse. But.
Slowly, Rey picked up one of her own tacos. She brought it to her face and just looked at it for a moment. Then she pursed her lips and blew across it, looking up at Rose as she did so.
Rose was watching. She’d taken a bite, but she wasn’t chewing it.
Rey blew across the taco again. Then she put out her tongue and trailed it lightly along the edge of the soft taco shell.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rose squirm.
Okay. One more test.
Rey turned the end of the taco toward her mouth. She put out her tongue again, but this time she pressed it inside, pushing through the filling. Then she wrapped her lips around the end of the taco and sucked.
The slurping sound she made was pretty obscene.
Rose dropped her taco.
Rey was…pretty sure now that Rose wasn’t just being friendly. Her entire body tingled with excitement and want. She shifted in her seat and realized she was just as wet as she’d been earlier. Her nipples were so hard it was almost painful.
The question was…what did she do now?
She wanted to drag Rose out of her chair, yank Rose’s body tight against hers, kiss her, grope a hand down to her ass, use her other hand to stroke Rose’s hair and then slide it down to one of those amazing tits—
“Rey,” Rose said, and Rey blinked and looked at her. “You have that look on your face again. Like you did earlier at work. When you were. Looking at me.”
Maybe all of this had been Rose’s way of testing Rey. Maybe Rose couldn’t tell that Rey was literally dripping for her.
“Does it bother you?” Rey asked cautiously. Because she had to be sure. She couldn’t assume—
“Only if you’re not planning to do anything about it,” Rose said. Her bare foot nudged Rey’s calf.
Fuck.
Rey opened her mouth. No sound came out.
“Are you?” Rose asked. She suddenly looked a little uncertain.
Rey still couldn’t speak, but she nodded her head vigorously. Because. Fuck.
Rose’s face broke out in a huge smile. “Okay,” she said.
Rey’s tongue started working again. “Now?” she blurted without thinking.
Rose let out a surprised giggle, then gave Rey a coy look. “Okay,” she said.
When a beautiful girl wanted to let you touch her, you shouldn’t have to deal with stupid things like finishing up whatever you were doing. Nothing could be more important than Rey getting her hands on Rose, yet before she could do that she had to deal with lunch.
Eating anything other than pussy was the last of her priorities at the moment, so she waved down their server and asked for a to-go box and the check. Rose dragged her toes up the side of Rey’s leg while they waited for their cards to clear, and Rey did her best not to groan.
They both fumbled their wallets back into their bags as they stood up. (Rey stood so quickly she knocked her chair halfway across the room.) Rose grabbed Rey’s hand and pulled her toward the door and they stumbled out together, giggling.
As soon as they were through the door, Rose tugged Rey to the side, spinning her so that her back came up against the wall of the restaurant. Then she stepped in close. “Rey,” she breathed, leaning up, because even in heels she was shorter, “I’m going to kiss you.”
“Okay,” Rey answered, just as breathless. “I’m going to kiss you back.”
Rey bent to meet Rose’s lips with her own. She could hardly believe this was happening. Here Rose was, hands on Rey’s shoulders, chest pressing Rey into a wall, rising up on her toes, closing her eyes…
When their lips touched, Rey let out a whimpering moan that would have been super embarrassing if Rose hadn’t made the exact same sound.
“Rose,” Rey gasped, trying to kiss her at the same time, because she needed to kiss her but she also needed to tell her, “you’re—you’re so—”
Rose groaned and pressed even closer and sucked at Rey’s lower lip. She looped her arms around Rey’s neck and Rey suddenly remembered she could touch her. She wrapped her arms around Rose, squeezing her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other.
“You too,” Rose panted into Rey’s mouth. Rey couldn’t remember what she’d been saying. “I—I want—”
“Yes,” Rey agreed.
“Where—?” Rose sounded so desperate that Rey’s heart clenched.
“My car?” Rey suggested, because Rose needed her and she had to think of something but that was the only place that came to mind.
Rose broke the kiss, gasping for breath. She grabbed Rey’s hand again and practically dragged her to the parking lot. As they neared the car, Rey imagined laying Rose across the hood, pushing Rose’s dress over her hips, sliding her hands up Rose’s inner thighs and spreading her open. Eating her out right there in front of the fucking world.
Fuck. Could she? As Rose pulled her along, Rey looked wildly around the parking lot. They’d taken a somewhat late lunch, so it wasn’t exactly busy at the shopping center Maz’s was situated in, but it wasn’t a ghost town either. And the road was close, too.
Rey almost didn’t care. Rose’s hand was warm in hers, and she was looking over her shoulder at Rey with the biggest smile on her face, and Rey wanted nothing more than to get her out of that dress immediately.
But she had to keep her head. At least a little.
Rey unlocked Rose’s door and opened it, and when Rose climbed in Rey leaned in after her, kissed her mouth, kissed her cheek, kissed her neck. She very nearly climbed in on top of her, but she managed to break away and go to the driver’s side. Her breath was already coming hard.
“The windows aren’t tinted,” Rey said unhappily, starting the engine. She tried to think. “I don’t know where to go.”
Rose took Rey’s hand, kissed it, and then placed it on her own thigh, where her dress had ridden up to reveal bare skin. “Anywhere,” she said. “Drive.”
Rey drove. She had to take her hand off Rose’s thigh to shift gears, but every time, as soon as she was done shifting, Rose grabbed it and put it back.
Rose’s thigh was soft and supple and warm, and Rey’s fingertips were so close to Rose’s pussy.
They hadn’t even been driving five minutes when Rey pulled off the road.
The old mall was fairly private. It was abandoned, and nothing was being done with the property. The parking lot would be empty, Rey imagined.
And it was.
Rey pulled in and found a spot near a stand of trees, hidden from the road. She threw the car into park, shut it off, and undid her seat belt. Before she could even turn to Rose, Rose was grabbing her face, pulling her into a kiss. Rey put her hand back on Rose’s thigh.
“Rey,” Rose huffed, “that thing you did before. With the taco.”
“Yes,” Rey gasped. “Yes. Just…turn? Give me your leg.”
Rose unbuckled and turned toward Rey. She brought her left foot out of the floorboard area and up toward Rey, spreading her legs, exposing her panties.
There was a sizable wet spot at the center.
Rey caught Rose’s ankle and pulled her legs even further apart, settling Rose’s leg on her shoulder. Then she crawled forward, skimming her hands up Rose’s thighs. Rose tugged her panties to the side, revealing just how much her pussy was glistening.
“Fuck,” Rey said reverently. She could smell Rose now, her musky arousal making Rey lick her lips.
Rose whined. “Rey,” she said plaintively.
Rey was trembling with excitement. She was actually getting to do what she'd been dreaming about for so long. She was getting to touch Rose. To caress. Suck. Squeeze. Lick. Maybe even bite.
She wanted to do everything. She wanted to hurry up and slow down at the same time.
Rose obviously wanted Rey to eat her out. And Rey wanted to do that too, probably more than she’d wanted to do anything else in her entire life.
But Rose’s little hitching whimpers were intoxicating. Maybe Rey would tease her a bit first.
Rey slid her hands slowly up Rose’s body, over her waist and up to her breasts, cupping them lightly. They were so fucking beautiful. Big and round and perfect. Rey planted her knee on the seat between Rose’s legs and leaned up to flick her tongue along Rose’s cleavage.
“Rey,” Rose said again, and it was an outright pout now. Rey grinned and squeezed Rose’s tits, licking deeper between them. “Rey!” Rose squealed. Rey hmmed thoughtfully and tugged the neckline of Rose’s dress down, tugged the cups of her bra up to reveal her tits.
Rose’s nipples were dark and big, pointed peaks standing out at the center of generous areolae. Rey sucked at the skin alongside one, and Rose shuddered, pressed her ankle down hard on Rey’s shoulder. Rey realized Rose was trying to get leverage, to push her hips up to Rey’s leg.
“All right,” Rey laughed softly. “Just a second.” She took Rose’s nipple into her mouth and sucked it hard, then grazed it with her teeth as she let go. “There.”
Rose moaned, long and loud. “Rey,” she said, “go down on me now.”
A thrill jolted through Rey at the firm command. She shuffled back down Rose’s body, settled herself between Rose’s legs.
Rose was so wet. Rey was heady with it. She pushed her face right into Rose’s cunt, kissing and licking and sucking, lapping up everything she could.
“Ah—ah—ah,” Rose panted, the litany of moans ending in a squeak. The fingers of her free hand combed back into Rey’s hair, holding Rey against her like she was a sex toy.
Rey groaned and shook her head from side to side to rub her face all over Rose’s folds. She nudged Rose’s clit with her nose, probed her tongue all around Rose’s entrance. Then she pointed her tongue and stabbed it deep, curling it inside Rose’s body.
“Rey,” Rose shrieked, and Rey had to grab Rose’s thighs to keep her from bucking Rey off. “ Ah— ”
Rose’s thighs spasmed under Rey’s hands, and her cries turned to squeals, and her fingers tightened in Rey’s hair. Rey drank up Rose’s orgasm like she was dying of thirst. Because fuck, hadn’t she been?
She didn’t stop nosing and licking Rose’s cunt until Rose’s quivering subsided into occasional tremors. Then she gave Rose one nice long last lick and settled back to look at her.
Rose was a wreck. Her tits were bare and bright red, and her pussy was plump and dark pink and shining, and her inner thighs and shoulders and face were flushed too. Her hair had fallen flat with sweat, and her mouth had fallen open in a pant. Her mascara was running a little.
Rey had made such a mess of her. “Fuck,” Rey breathed.
It took Rose a moment to collect herself. She shifted in her seat, apparently trying to get back into a normal sitting position. Rey helped her get her leg back down where it was supposed to be.
“Rey,” Rose said, her voice quiet and dreamy and huffed. “Come here, please?”
Rey wasn’t sure what she meant, but she started clambering over the stick anyway. Rose caught her by the hips and guided her to straddle her lap, facing her. There was just barely enough room.
Rose wrapped her arms around Rey and pulled her into a slow kiss. Rey’s face was covered in Rose’s come but Rose didn’t seem to care, taking her time sucking and licking at Rey’s lips and tongue. Rey squirmed and let out a groan.
“I want to see your tits now,” Rose said. She still hadn’t covered her own back up. Rey glanced hungrily down at them as she leaned back enough to pull her T-shirt off over her head. “Oh, Rey,” Rose sighed, and she pulled her back in, latching her mouth onto Rey’s right nipple.
Rey groaned and shifted, arching her back and pushing her nipple into Rose’s mouth. She needed—she didn’t know what she needed. She heard herself let out a whimper.
“Well, it’s only fair,” Rose said in a teasing voice, switching to the other nipple. Rey whimpered again. Her eyes had fallen closed, but she felt Rose’s hands slide around her waist and drop to the fly of her jeans. She reached down to help her work them open.
“I need you to lift up, just a little,” Rose said. Rey pushed up onto her knees, raising herself out of Rose’s lap.
Rose immediately slid one of her delicate hands into Rey’s panties.
“Hold yourself up,” Rose instructed. Rey hurried to grab the oh-shit handle and prop her other hand on the headrest of the driver’s seat.
Rose’s fingers began to move against her in slow, descending circles.
“Shit,” Rey gasped as a violent jerk jolted her entire body. Rose let out a soft, appraising noise and trailed the fingertips of her other hand up Rey’s stomach, to her chest. When she pinched Rey’s nipple, Rey bucked again.
Rose’s fingers had found Rey’s wetness almost immediately, and now they were spreading it over her clit, working it up and down and in circles. Rey couldn’t hold back her moans if she wanted to. She rolled her hips and fought to keep herself in place, arms starting to shake.
“Are you going to come on my hand, Rey?” Rose asked, gently twisting Rey’s nipple.
“Yes—” Rey gasped, but Rose twisted harder and the word ended in a shriek. She came, thighs twitching and shuddering. Rose had wrung her orgasm out of her.
Rose slid her hand slowly out of Rey’s panties and brought it to her own mouth. She watched Rey’s face as she licked her fingers clean. Rey shuddered, panting, mouth falling open. “Kiss me,” Rose said, and Rey did.
Rose worked Rey’s jeans closed as they kissed. “You can relax now,” she said when she was finished, and Rey settled back into Rose’s lap, still breathing hard.
“Rose,” Rey said, but she didn’t know what else to say.
“Rey,” Rose said teasingly, nipping at her lower lip.
Rey looked down at Rose’s exposed tits again. “Can I—?”
“A little bit,” Rose said. “But we have to go back to work.”
Rey took Rose’s tits in her hands and squeezed them and rolled them and tweaked the nipples. She explored every inch she could.
“I guess you like them,” Rose said with a shy smile.
“Fuck,” Rey said eloquently. Then she raised her eyes to Rose’s and said, “I love them. I love everything about you.”
They both froze. Rey felt her cheeks going hot. She wondered if she should take it back.
Then Rose smoothed her hands up Rey’s sides, pulled her close. “I love everything about you, too,” she murmured, and Rey’s head spun.
They managed to put Rose’s tits away and get Rey’s shirt back on, but Rey was reluctant to get out of Rose’s lap. She wrapped her arms around Rose’s neck and squirmed against her and thought she might actually come again.
Then, suddenly, there was a loud rapping at the passenger window. “Ladies,” barked an authoritative voice.
Rey’s head whipped toward the sound, terror seizing her. The car windows had fogged up, but not quite enough to hide them: she could plainly see the tall, powerful-looking security guard who had stooped to peer in. Bright blue eyes, pale blond hair, red lipstick, broad shoulders.
Rey swallowed, pulled away from Rose a little, and grabbed the crank on the door to roll the window down. “Um,” she said, trying not to quail under the guard’s severe gaze. “Hi?”
“Having fun?” the guard asked wryly.
Rey and Rose looked at each other. “Um,” they said in unison.
“This is private property,” the guard said.
“We weren’t doing anything!” Rey said. At the guard’s incredulous look, she added, “I mean, we weren’t hurting anything.”
“Be that as it may, ladies, you’re going to have to find some other place to engage in these…activities.”
“Yes, okay,” Rey said, scanning for the guard’s nameplate. “Phasma,” she read slowly.
“You may call me ‘ma’am’,” Phasma said.
“Yes, ma’am,” Rey and Rose said together.
Phasma smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile, exactly. She looked pleased, but in an evil sort of way.
Rey found herself staring at her.
“Well?” Phasma said after a moment. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Oh!” Rey said. “No, ma’am.” She scrambled out of Rose’s lap, settling back in on the driver’s side. Then, because her hasty exit seemed rude, she kissed Rose on the cheek.
Rose giggled.
“Go,” Phasma said, face severe again.
“Yes, ma’am!” Rey said, hurrying to start up her car.
“Seat belts,” Phasma added.
“Yes, ma’am!” Rey and Rose chorused. They strapped in and Rey threw the car into gear. Phasma watched, arms crossed, as they drove out of the lot. Rose craned around to look back at her as they pulled out onto the street.
When she was out of sight, Rey and Rose both started giggling.
“Oh my god,” Rey said.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Rose said.
“Do you think she…saw us?”
Rose tapped her lip with a finger. “Maybe,” she said, and giggled some more.
“Rose,” Rey said, surprised.
“What? It’s fun to think about. Being caught.”
Rey’s cheeks warmed. “I mean. We were caught.”
“Yeah,” Rose said, and giggled again.
They got back to the parking deck at work without incident, but when Rey put the car in park and cut the engine and looked at Rose, she realized they probably shouldn’t be seen in the state they were in.
“I think we should try to get to a bathroom to clean up,” she said.
In response, Rose fisted a hand in her T-shirt, dragged her forward, and kissed her on the mouth.
“Rose,” Rey gasped, surprised.
“I’m…really turned on,” Rose confessed, only looking a little embarrassed. “Would you maybe finger me real quick?”
“Fuck,” Rey said. Her own pussy throbbed. “Yeah.” She reached across to Rose’s seat, slid her hand between Rose’s legs.
Then she stopped and glanced around quickly. They’d taken lunch a little late; by now most people had already gone and come back, so there wasn’t anyone walking around the parking structure. She also knew the only security cameras were near the entrances.
“Okay,” she said, tracing her fingers up Rose’s thigh, pushing Rose’s skirt higher and higher until her panties were exposed. She cupped Rose’s mound gently and found that her panties were absolutely soaked. “Let’s just take these off,” she suggested. “Lean back and slide down.”
Rose reclined her seat back and scooted to the edge, so that her ass hung just over the edge of the seat. Rey helped her slide her panties down to her ankles and then pulled her knees apart.
“Try to stay quiet,” Rey whispered. She took another look around, then pressed her fingers into Rose’s dripping folds.
“Ah,” Rose gasped softly, bucking her hips up against Rey’s hand. She was really turned on, Rey realized. It probably wouldn’t take much.
“Do you like it in public?” she murmured, rubbing gently around Rose’s clit and entrance, not directly touching either. “Do you like the danger?”
“Hush,” Rose said, one hand white-knuckling the console between their seats and the other scrabbling at the door.
“You like being in charge, too,” Rey said. “You even said so at lunch.”
Rose squirmed. “You said you were going to finger me,” she whispered harshly. “I’m really close.”
Rey drew her fingers down to Rose’s opening, then hesitated. “Tell me to,” she said.
Rose turned her head to look at her, lips parted, cheeks flush with color. She chewed her bottom lip. Then she raised the hand that was on the console to Rey’s hair. “Fuck me with your fingers, Rey.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rey said, sliding her fingers straight into Rose’s slippery cunt.
She was so hot, so wet, and she was fluttering and clenching wildly around Rey’s fingers. Rey drew in a shaky breath and began to pump in and out, curling her fingers to drag along Rose’s walls.
“Yes,” Rose hissed.
“Is that good?” Rey asked.
“Very good,” Rose said.
Rey wanted Rose to give her more orders. She slowed down, dragging her fingers in and out at an almost leisurely pace. Rose’s fingers tightened to a fist in Rey’s hair. “No,” she said. “Faster.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good,” Rose gasped, arching her back against Rey’s renewed thrusts. “Keep doing that. And. Other hand. Clit.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rey said. She was tingling all over. Gently, she traced the fingertips of her free hand over Rose’s clit, and Rose let out a broken moan. Rey had managed to draw it out a little, but once she was touching Rose’s clit, it was over in seconds. Rose’s moans and whimpers shifted to a wail; she clapped her hand over her own mouth and screamed against it, and her entire body shook under Rey’s hands.
When Rose finally caught her breath, she seemed to remember she was still clenching Rey’s hair in her hand. She let go and combed her fingers gently back through it. “Thank you,” she sighed. “You’re right. I do like those things. Like. A lot.”
Rey shivered a little. “I like being told what to do,” she admitted.
Rose gave her an evaluating look. “I was kind of getting that idea,” she said. “From before. And how you were with that security guard.” She smiled slowly. “Touch yourself for me. Get yourself off, too.”
Rey’s face went hot. “Okay,” she said.
“What do you say?” Rose asked teasingly.
Rey flushed even more. “Yes, ma’am,” she said, and she started undoing her jeans.
“What if that security guard and I were both telling you what to do?” Rose asked, and Rey shuddered. “Oh, you like that?”
“No,” Rey said, because she did, but this wasn’t about the security guard, this was about Rose.
“It’s okay,” Rose said. “You’re allowed to find other people attractive. I hope you don’t mind that I also thought that guard was pretty hot.”
“Oh,” Rey said, surprised again, and relieved. “I mean, no. She was.”
“What are you supposed to be doing right now?” Rose asked pointedly.
“Oh,” Rey said again. She shimmied her jeans down her hips just enough to get her hand inside.
“Play with a nipple with your other hand,” Rose said.
Rey couldn’t quite believe this was happening. The situation was already unbelievable—Rose was actually into her, Rose had actually fucked her—but belying the shy impression she gave people, Rose was outright bossy, just like Rey liked. And into fantasies. And—
Rose leaned in and kissed Rey’s neck. “Stop thinking,” she said, punctuating the words with licks. “Show me what you can do. Show me how you make yourself come.”
“Sorry. I’m always imagining things.” Rey tried to explain and work her pussy over at the same time. “I just—where I grew up, I didn’t have much to do—so I was always pretending—”
“Tell me what you’re thinking, then,” Rose said, lips tickling the skin of Rey’s neck.
“I’m thinking—” Rey closed her eyes and shuddered as she ground her fingers against her clit. “I’m thinking about you. Like I have been. All day. And how you’re. So hot. And. Fuck. Telling me what to do. And.”
“Don’t think about what to say,” Rose interrupted. “Just say what you’re thinking.”
Rey had never done anything like that before, but she wanted to do what Rose wanted. “Okay,” she said.
“What if you. Like. Told me I couldn’t touch you, that I had to stay still while you touched me. And you had me stand with my feet apart, so you could run your hands all over me, and I wasn’t allowed to move.” She took a shuddery breath. “What if you ran both hands up one leg, higher and higher, but didn’t touch my pussy?”
Beside her, Rose let out a hum. “You like to be teased?” she asked.
Rey sighed and dipped her fingers lower into her folds. “Yes.”
“Good,” Rose murmured. “Because I like to tease.”
“God,” Rey said. “You’re amazing. This is like a fucking dream, I imagined being with you but I never thought you’d—fuck, you’re bossy and hot and I just want you to play with me, I want to do what you want, I want—ah—”
“Do you want to come?” Rose asked.
“Yes.”
“Don’t.”
Rey whined and stilled her hand.
“I didn’t say stop touching yourself,” Rose said.
“Fuck,” Rey said. Touching herself while trying not to get off was…it was fucking hot, and made her want to come even more.
“Talk to me, Rey,” Rose said. “Tell me everything.”
“I,” Rey said helplessly. She was so slick her fingers were making a squelching sound. “I can’t, you’re gonna make me come—”
“You won’t come without permission, will you, Rey?”
“Rose,” Rey begged. “It’s so—fuck, I want to be good, but trying not to come makes me—”
“You’re doing so well, though,” Rose said. “Just a little more.”
Rey could only describe the noise she was making as keening. “If I touch my clit I’m gonna come,” she said, “please don’t tell me to—”
“Touch your clit,” Rose said.
“Rose,” Rey cried.
“Come for me, sweet girl,” Rose said.
Rey shrieked. She bucked up against her own hand, squeezed her nipple tight, and rubbed her clit so hard she saw stars.
When the full-body tremors were over, Rey slumped back in her seat. Her chest was heaving. She closed her eyes.
“Don’t go to sleep,” Rose said. Rey could hear her raising her chair back to its normal position and shifting around. “Do you have napkins or anything?”
Rey was not really in planning mode right now. Remembering that Rose had wanted her to say what she was thinking, she slurred out, “I’m not really in the condition to think.”
The car creaked as Rose leaned over the console. Rey opened her eyes just as Rose kissed her.
“Wake up,” Rose said, gently but firmly. “We have to go get cleaned up and go back to work.” She kissed Rey again. “Though honestly I’m ready to go again, after watching you.”
Rey giggled a little, tiredly. Then she leaned up to make the kiss keep going.
Rose put a hand in the middle of Rey’s chest and pressed her into her seat. “Napkins,” she said. “Or tissues?”
Rey sighed. “I don’t really have anything in here,” she said.
“Hmm,” Rose said. “Okay, let’s evaluate. Show me where you’re messy.”
Rey’s hand was still in her jeans. She nodded down. “My hand. And my...you know.”
Rose giggled at that. “Don’t tell me you’re getting shy, after all that’s happened.”
Rey stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.
Rose laughed and clapped her hands. “You’re so cute.” It looked like Rose was having to force herself to get serious. “Okay, since we don’t have anything to clean up with, we’re going to have to lick up what we need to and then go straight to the bathroom,” she said. “Give me your hand.”
Rey slid her hand out of her pants. Rose took her by the wrist and guided Rey’s fingers to her mouth. She licked and sucked until Rey’s fingers were clean.
“I got to taste both of us at once,” Rose said. Rey closed her eyes and groaned. “Okay,” Rose said, “I’m just going to pull up my panties and hope for the best. If I sent you back down there to ‘clean me up’ we’d never make it out of this car.”
Rey swooned toward Rose, kissing her ear. “I think you’re right about that,” she said.
With Rose’s panties pulled up and Rey’s jeans buttoned and zipped, they were finally ready. Rey grabbed her to-go box out of the backseat before locking up the car. She looked at the hood longingly. Someday she would have Rose spread out on it. She would make it happen.
Rose caught her hand. “Come on,” she said.
Going back through security was terrifying, but the guard didn’t even look up from her monitors as they swiped in. There was a restroom on this floor and they made a beeline to it. As soon as they saw that the restroom was empty, Rose turned and shoved Rey up against the door. “God,” she said. “We walked right past her like this.” And she kissed Rey hard.
Rey’s head spun. Her fingers clutched at Rose’s shoulders, skimmed down to the tops of her breasts.
“Turn around,” Rose said suddenly. “Pull your pants down and your shirt up.”
“Really?” Rey panted, dizzy from the kiss.
“Now,” Rose said.
Rey turned and fumbled with her fly. Rose grabbed the waistband of her jeans and yanked them down to her ankles. “And the shirt,” Rose said.
Rey pulled her shirt up so that it bunched beneath her arms.
“Good,” Rose said. She put her hands on Rey’s hips. “Scoot back a little. Good. Lean forward and put your hands on the door. Yes. Perfect.”
This was a very vulnerable position, ass out, ankles trapped by her jeans, body weight suspended between her feet and the door. Rey shivered a little.
“Good girl,” Rose said. “You look so good like this.”
“Rose,” Rey said. She didn’t know what else to say.
“Do you want my mouth, sweet girl?” Rose asked.
“Oh, fuck,” Rey said. “Yes.”
“Well then,” Rose told her, and her hands slid from Rey’s hips to her asscheeks, thumbs pulling them apart, “you’re gonna get it.” A long moment passed, so long Rey started to squirm. Rose laughed. “I’m admiring you,” she said, her breath hot against the sensitive skin between Rey’s legs.
“Rose,” Rey whimpered, embarrassed.
“Yes?” Rose asked.
Before Rey could think of any sort of response, she suddenly felt the tip of Rose’s hot, wet tongue pressing just below her clit. She squeaked. Rose licked away, down across Rey’s folds, past them, up to Rey’s asshole. Her tongue flicked over the furl once, twice, three times.
Rey squirmed some more, turning her head so she could muffle her whines against her arm.
Rose had apparently decided she liked Rey’s ass. She probed around Rey’s hole with the point of her tongue, then lapped the flat of her tongue over everything, then repeated.
Rey’s thighs were already shaking. Of course, they had been under a fair amount of strain today…but having Rose play with her ass was so fucking hot, and felt so good. Rey groaned, eyes falling shut, and bit her own bicep.
“You like this?” Rose asked.
“Fuck, yes,” Rey said.
“Then I’m going to keep my mouth here, pretty girl,” Rose said, flicking over Rey’s asshole again. “Do you want fingers in your cunt?”
“Hnnnngh,” Rey said.
Rose sealed her lips around Rey’s asshole, sucked lightly, then pulled back. Rey thought she might pass out.
“I’m gonna need a yes or a no,” Rose said.
Rey, head spinning, had no idea what she was talking about. “What?”
Rose’s fingers tightened around Rey’s asscheeks. “Do you want fingers in your little cunny?”
Fuck, Rose talked dirty. Rey couldn’t help but moan. “Yes.”
Rey felt Rose’s face push close between her asscheeks, her nose at the top of Rey’s crack and her lips and tongue playing at her asshole. One of her hands let go of the meat of Rey’s ass, and soon Rey felt a phantom-light touch against her folds.
She was bent over, which was enough to bare her ass, but her feet were together, meaning her pussy was smooshed together by her thighs. Rose would have to probe a little to get to her entrance. But she wasn’t doing that; she was just trailing her fingertips back and forth. It kind of tickled, and combined with Rose’s mouth sucking and licking at her ass it was definitely a tease, gearing Rey up without directly touching her most sensitive spots. Rey couldn’t help but squirm some more, attempt to thrust herself back and down against Rose’s hand.
Abruptly Rose’s touch disappeared, both against her pussy and against her asshole, and Rey whined.
“Naughty girl,” Rose said. “Hold still and take what I give you. Don’t be greedy.”
Rey trembled. “Yes, ma’am.”
There was another long moment of nothingness. Then Rey felt Rose’s fingertips brush her lower back. It was so sudden she almost jolted, but she managed to keep herself still. The light touch moved up Rey’s bare back and around to her left tit, ghosting over it toward the nipple, then changing direction before reaching it. Rose’s fingers circled Rey’s nipple, again and again and again, not touching it as it hardened. Rey fought to keep her trembling from turning to spasms, but it took a valiant effort.
Suddenly, Rose’s fingernail grazed directly across the nipple. Rey let out a quiet shriek.
“God,” Rose said, “your body is incredible. I can’t wait to play with every inch of it.” She caught Rey’s nipple between her fingernails, dug them in.
Rey let out a wet gasp.
“Too much?” Rose asked.
“I—I don’t know,” Rey panted. “It was—a lot.”
“We’ll come back to that some other time,” Rose said, loosening her grip then rolling Rey’s nipple between her fingertips, both soothing it and stimulating it. “For now, let me get back to that pretty little ass of yours.”
Rose let go of Rey’s nipple and moved back behind her. Rey soon felt Rose’s hot mouth on her again, flicking across the rim of her asshole over and over. And then again came the gentle touch of fingertips against Rey’s folds, stroking along the seam without breaching it.
“Ah,” Rey huffed, closing her eyes and lowering her head.
Rose pulled back just enough to murmur, “I’m going to fuck you so good, Rey,” and then latched back on to Rey’s ass. Rey moaned and the desperate sound echoed tauntingly off the bathroom tiles.
Rose’s tongue started pressing at the center of Rey’s furl. Was she going to—? And then two of Rose’s fingers started pressing against Rey’s folds, parting them, pushing through. Rey groaned loud and long as Rose slowly penetrated both of her holes.
When Rose’s fingers were in as far as they could go, she curled them and dragged her fingertips along Rey’s walls as she pulled back out. Her tongue was inside Rey too, just past the rim of her asshole, probing at her in a fluttery way that sent sparks racing across her skin.
Rey wanted to say Fuck but she was beyond speech. All that came out was a slurred “Fuuuuhhhh.”
Rose pushed her tongue deeper as her fingers pulled nearly all the way out. She twisted them around at Rey’s entrance, then pushed them back in, faster this time. Her thrusts grew faster and faster, until she was fucking Rey so hard Rey had to push back to keep her balance. Her tongue was heavenly, the feeling impossible to describe as she explored Rey’s ass with it. Rey’s clit was so swollen she could feel it peeking out between her lips.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Rey said, feeling the crescendo building. She was going to—even without touching her clit—
Suddenly the door bucked partially open beneath her hands, slamming back shut beneath her weight.
Rey froze, and behind her, Rose froze too.
“Huh,” came a voice from the other side of the door. “Is it locked?”
“But it started to open, right?” someone else said. “Maybe it’s just stuck. Try again?”
There was a lock, Rey realized. The deadbolt switch was right next to her left hand. She grabbed it and twisted.
The deadbolt slid into place with a clunk.
Rey froze again. She was sure the people outside had heard.
She felt Rose’s fingers sliding slowly out of her pussy. Then there was a thump on the door. A knock? Rey tried to control her breathing. Rose was almost all the way out. But then, instead of sliding fully free, Rose’s fingers pushed back in, and Rey barely managed not to squeak.
There was another thump from outside. “No, it’s definitely locked,” the first voice said.
“Ugh. There’s another one in the cafeteria I guess.” The voices receded.
Rey let out a soft, relieved sigh. It turned into a gasp when Rose started pumping her fingers faster.
“That was Ko and Angie,” Rose said, voice full of mirth. Her mouth descended on Rey’s ass again.
“From HR?”
Rose pulled off to hum an affirmative.
“This is—ah—this is their restroom, isn’t it?” Rey’s arms were starting to tremble. Rose answered by pushing her tongue back into Rey’s ass. Rey jolted, groaning. “What if they say something? What if someone comes?” she managed to whine.
Rose’s tongue pulled away. “Then you’d better come quickly,” she said. Rey whimpered. “Can you do that?” Rose asked. She paused, then added, “Do you want to stop?”
Rey suddenly wanted to cry. “No,” she said. “But…”
“If it’s not fun, we should stop.”
Rey swallowed.
“Here, stand up. Let’s get cleaned up and get out of here.” Rose helped Rey straighten.
“I’m sorry,” Rey said.
Rose took a breath, let it out. “No, I’m sorry,” she said. “I was being unreasonable. This was too dangerous. I made you uncomfortable.”
Rey felt miserable. “I really liked what you were doing,” she said.
Rose smiled. “Me too. There will be time to do it again. If you want to.” She pulled Rey’s jeans up enough that Rey would be able to walk, then took her hands and guided her to the sink.
“Okay,” Rey said. Now that they’d stopped, now that the mood had been shattered, she was very aware of just how sore her pussy was, and how wet. The unreality of the situation flooded over her again. “This has been…”
“Kind of ridiculous?” Rose laughed.
Rey laughed too. “Yeah. But. Good.” She finally met Rose's eyes. “Amazing.”
They wet paper towels and cleaned themselves off thoroughly, asses and pussies and faces and hands. They rinsed their mouths out and brushed their hair with their fingers and washed off smeared makeup. When they were done, it was less obvious that they’d been having wild sex. Rose’s dress was wrinkled beyond help, and so was Rey’s T-shirt, and both of them were sporting swollen red lips, and they were both flushed—but at least they weren't both covered in come anymore.
The elevator ride back to their floor was quiet. Despite Rose’s assurances, Rey was nervous. Everything had been going perfectly. They had complemented each other so well. But then Rey had been too chicken to do what Rose wanted.
Maybe Rey had ruined it.
She’d spent nearly half her life waiting for people who never came back. Cognitively, she knew it wasn’t her fault her parents had left. She knew that she was worthy of being returned to. But deep in her heart, she was still afraid she would eventually drive everyone away.
Rose’s fingers brushed hers just before the elevator came to a stop. “I want to see you later,” she murmured. “If you want.”
Rey’s heart skipped a beat. Warmth flooded her body. “I do,” she said in a rush.
The smile Rose gave her then put the desert sun to shame. “I’m glad.”