<div class="floatright">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/351223450284720130/588434188890406932/Gina-Godfrey-plus-real-now-17_2017_9003.png)</div>Becky instinctively leaned in towards her girlfriend’s outstretched fingers, her cheeks still baring the flustered red glow as she attempted to nuzzle them against the palm, seeking out its comfort like a scolded puppy wanting forgiveness for chewing the doorstop. The praises Nissa laced with honey made the awkward brunette's gaze feel too heavy to look up and find those intense browns, leaving the soft green orbs circling around on the surface of her desk, noticing the flecks of crumbs buried in her between the nooks of her keyboard.<br/><br/>Eye contact was never something she was particularly good at holding. That was until the soft scraping of nails on her scalp sent a shiver running full tilt down her spine.<br/><br/>As Nissa grasped the tresses at the back of her neck, Rebecca drew an audibly shaky gasp, her lashes fluttering up to connect with those intense deep brown eyes and the electric shock that followed coursed down to her very core making the muscles of her pussy clamp and tingle. She knew what she was doing… she<em>always</em>knew what she was doing. Didn’t matter if it was inside or out of the meeting room. Nissa always had control of the situation. Always.<br/><br/><em>“I guarantee that man is driving in his car back to his office right now not judging the way you spoke, or what you spoke about….”</em><br/><br/>As the grip tightened, Becky lifted her chin, her lip quivering with the effort of holding that gaze, fresh shy embarrassment flushed her cheeks in new hues of pink and red. She grasped her hands in her lap while her fingers tried desperately to tie themselves into a knot.<br/><br/><em>“But about the way you stood up to him. The way you held your ground in that room…”</em><br/><br/>She wanted to look away but something within her made her sit and endure it further. She couldn’t help it. Powerless sometimes when she felt that familiar energy rolling off of the curvy blondes perfect body.<br/><br/><em>“How fucking good that ass of yours looked when you turned around in front of him.”</em><br/><br/>Whatever was going on in the bespectacled woman's head, it was evident by the look on her lovely soft features that it was akin to a ten car pileup on the interstate of her mind.<br/><br/>Now, that thick, deep sultry voice was hard to resist, even on a good day, but toss in that threatening almost predatory tone she equipped whenever she was in a very particular mood and Becky was as good as warm clay in her hands. However, the added element of Mateo into the equation completely through off the alchemy of it all. The thrill of being thought of… even wanted by such a powerful man made her feel a whole confusing jumble of things from disbelief to pride to confusion and then back to disbelief again. In truth, she rarely even pictured herself with men, always tending to favor the softer familiar hands of women. Particularly her girlfriend since the day they first met.<br/><br/>However, Nissa knew easily that if there was ever a type for Rebecca, Mr. Lucas surely was dead center at the bullseye of this particularly elusive target.<br/><br/>Becky shifted uncomfortably, her eyes almost tearing up with the effort of continuing to look back at those stunning browns before her as she felt the heated breath tickle against her lips and neck. It was Nissa, after all, who had insisted on almost bullying her into buying and wearing those jeans in the first place. She often preferred baggy clothing that she could easily hide in.<br/><br/>She had a hard time admitting how much she enjoyed the way Anissa treated her almost like a coveted piece of property. The trophy she enjoyed polishing up and showing off whenever they were out in public. Knowing she was admiring her ass alone was enough to send the brunette into a quivering mess.<br/><br/>“Nissy….” she murmured attempting to pull her eyes away, finally feeling the intensity breaking her willpower. “... st… stop teasing.”