Read Online Thirteen Hours by Meghan O'Brien - Free Book Online

turned her head and grinned at Dana. “How was that?”
    “Thorough.” Dana managed a nervous cough. “Good.”
    Laurel sat up and brought the hand she used for her little demonstration to her mouth. Winking, she parted her lips and pressed two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as if licking them clean of juices.
    Dana’s pussy clenched at the sight, sending a jolt of pleasure skittering up her spine. She made a strangled noise at her surprise release, shocked to have experienced it without being touched.
    Laurel’s eyes flashed, like she knew what she had just caused.
    “Truth or dare?”

H OUR E IGHT —2:00 A.M.
    D id that turn you on?” Laurel asked with an innocent air that made Dana forget about pretending otherwise.
    “Yeah, how could it not?” she answered candidly. It felt risky but exciting to be the ‘real’ Dana for a change.
    “Your turn,” Laurel said.
    Dana thought for a moment. Ah, hell, what did she really want to know? With a tremor of anticipation, she asked, “What do you like? Sexually, I mean.”
    Laurel broke into a goofy grin. “It might be easier for me to tell you what I don’t like.”
    Could she possibly be sexier? “We’ve got time on our hands,” Dana said, surprised by the throaty invitation in her voice. “What do you really like? Your favorite things.”
    “I love going down on a woman. Love it.”
    Dana struggled to breathe, imagining an enthusiastic Laurel engaged in that particular act. Between my legs. She let herself enjoy the fantasy. “What do you like being done to you?” This could not be her, asking a stranger such intimate, explicit questions. She was almost too afraid to ask herself what she liked. Or needed.
    Dana wasn’t sure when exactly she’d decided to back away from the inevitability of being alone forever. After spending so long ignoring her own desires, settling for an active fantasy life instead of anything real, she was suddenly ready to take a chance on whatever might happen tonight. It was her birthday, and letting go was a gift to herself. She was trapped in an elevator with a gorgeous, free-spirited, brilliant woman, and she was happy, comfortable, and painfully turned on. All bets were off, and more than anything, she wanted to see where this would go.
    “I like being licked, too,” Laurel said. “Or are you looking for something kinkier?”
    There’s something kinkier? Never one to let an opportunity go to waste, Dana gave a vigorous nod. “Kinkier is good.”
    “I like”—Laurel stared at her with faint challenge—”being spanked.”
    Dana fought not to pass out right then and there. “Spanked?”
    Laurel’s slim, long-fingered hand skimmed over the top of the gray fleece blanket. She picked at one corner, fighting what looked to be an uncontrollable grin. “When I’m being fucked. Or just as foreplay, you know?”
    Dana’s nostrils flared in arousal. Something about that idea made it hard to breathe. “Spanked on your butt, you mean?”
    “Not just my butt. I like…” She covered her face with one hand, giggling a little. “Why am I feeling so embarrassed to talk about this stuff right now?”
    Screw embarrassed, Dana thought. I need to hear this. “Where else do you like being spanked?” She wished she had her Franklin planner, so she could take notes.
    “My breasts.” Laurel crossed her arms upward, holding herself.
    The gesture made her seem achingly vulnerable. “And my pussy,” she murmured so quietly, Dana found herself leaning in closer to hear her.
    Thank God she was sitting down. She felt light-headed. “So is that the extent of your kinky desires? Getting slapped around a little?”
    Laurel uncrossed her arms, giving Dana a nice view of her hard, cotton-covered nipples. She ran a hand through her hair, a sheepish grin plastered across her face. “Well, I also like when a woman talks dirty to me while she’s…you know.”
    “Spanking you.” Dana released a low whistle. “You’re a