Seduction of Moxie (22 page)

“Who?” Wil asked.

“Violet and that whore.”

Wil merely blinked. “Well, maybe if you had been a little more accommodating, she wouldn’t have to pay someone else for it.” When Moxie only glared back, Wil acquiesced. “Just kidding. I doubt she’s actually paying her for it.”

Irene leaned closer to Wil. “You’re not helping at
all,
” she whispered out of the side of her mouth.

Wil looked moderately contrite. “Sorry, but I’m not very good at this. People don’t invite me places because I’m sensitive or help them feel better. They invite me places because I tell great stories and have a tendency to drink too much and lift my skirt.”

“Are you going to go look for her?” Irene asked Moxie.

Moxie considered the possibility. The train was large, so searching for Violet might prove arduous, not to mention frustrating. Ire was welling inside her. No, she refused to dash off to find Violet like her little dog. Moxie was better than that, and she deserved more. “I’m going to have lunch,” she snapped. “And it’s going to be the best fucking meal I’ve ever had.”

“Mmm, yum,” Wil said.

Chapter Thirteen

Wil, Irene, and Moxie started back to their drawing room with considerably less excitement than they left it. Most of the lunchtime conversation had revolved around Wil and Irene’s attempt to engage in diversionary small talk, with little success.

Moxie shuffled down the passageway behind them, too distracted and troubled to even feign interest in whatever they were discussing now. No doubt Wil was recounting how some star had inserted some inanimate object—or God forbid, a live one—where it was never meant to go.

How had she let things end up this way? How did she not see this coming? Violet had seemed so enamored of her, so attentive. She had claimed that while in Hollywood she had been unable to think of anyone but Moxie, yet when faced with an opportunity to spend time together, Violet had consciously chosen to be with someone else.

“I’m such a dope,” she whispered to herself.

Before she could curse herself further, someone reached out and pulled her by the wrist from the corridor and into a stateroom. By the time Moxie realized what was happening, she was pinned up against a closed compartment door, and Violet’s face was alarmingly near hers.

“Did you miss me?” Violet kissed Moxie hungrily before she was able to form a reply.

Moxie didn’t
want
to kiss her back, but somehow her lips didn’t receive that directive from her pride, where it originated. Their mouths moved against each other and Violet nibbled Moxie’s lower lip.

It was all Moxie could do to slide her arms behind her own body to trap them against the door. She warred with her desire not to let them roam Violet’s body because, goddamn it, she was angry.

Violet moved her lips to Moxie’s throat, her teeth gently grazing Moxie’s exposed shoulder. “What’s wrong?” she breathed, continuing her tour of Moxie’s neck.

“Hmm?” Moxie was finding it difficult to maintain her steely resolve. Sure, she was irate and hurt. But in some perverse way, the power of those raw emotions seemed to blur with the intense carnal yearning that Violet evoked in her. Moxie had never imagined she could have enraged, bitter sex, but now she was starting to see things differently.

“Why aren’t you participating?” Violet asked, her voice throaty with passion.

“I’m mad at you.”

Violet’s gaze bore into Moxie’s, her gray eyes darkened with ardor. “Why?”

“I saw you with that woman,” Moxie replied softly, “in the dining car. You two seemed very familiar.”

Violet grinned ever so slightly. “I don’t know her. She’s just some actress who’s doing me a favor.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not hear about your anonymous favors. Call me old-fashioned.”

“Not
sexual
favors.” Violet’s eyebrows arched. “I talked her into switching rooms with me. I told her that I had a slightly larger room that shared a drawing room with an agent whom I can’t stand. She said she completely understood, that all agents are bastards, and that she wouldn’t tell him where I was on the train.”

“So you—”

“Missed lunch because I was hastily moving our belongings in here, while Mr. McCann was cloistered in the water closet. I wasn’t having a tryst with someone else.”

A wave of relief washed over Moxie, instantly replaced with romantic giddiness, a much better complement to her barely controlled lust. “You must be very…hungry.” The desire in her voice sounded foreign to her.

Violet’s eye’s softened. “I’m fucking famished,” she said, her mouth once again descending on Moxie’s.

They no longer had any reason to wait or hold back. At last they were able to act on their insatiable craving.

Highly aroused, Moxie barely considered the fact that she didn’t really know what she was doing. She mentally kicked any reservations into the back of her mind, to the left of her indulgence and just behind her lust. She brazenly pushed Violet backward onto the narrow bed, then locked the door. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

In one moment, Moxie was on top of Violet, and in another, her tongue was in Violet’s mouth. The sound of Violet’s moan spurred on Moxie’s confidence, and she let her right palm travel to Violet’s breast, awed by the sudden stiffness of her nipple.

Violet covered Moxie’s hand with her own, urging her to knead the tender flesh even harder. Quickly, Violet turned her attention to unbuttoning Moxie’s dress. “I love how you touch me.”

Moxie was overwhelmed by Violet’s admission and gazed at her as she moved her fingers provocatively down to Violet’s waist. “I’ve thought about this moment so much.”

“Tell me what you’ve imagined.”

“When I’m fantasizing about you? About us?”

Violet’s look was smoldering. “Yes. Give me every detail.”

“Well,” Moxie said self-consciously, “more often than not, you…well, you sort of…take me.”

“Take you?” Violet rolled Moxie onto her back so that she was straddling Moxie’s thigh. “And what do I do to you?” She ground slowly against her as her hands caressed Moxie’s hips.

Moxie felt breathless at the bold promise that Violet might do whatever she asked of her. “You make love to me with your incredible mouth,” she whispered, brushing Violet’s lips reverently with trembling fingers.

Violet suddenly appeared as though she wanted to devour Moxie whole, her eyes half-lidded with passion. “Really?”

“Like there’s no tomorrow.”

When Violet began unbuttoning Moxie’s dress again, the incidental brush of her fingers made Moxie’s skin tingle in anticipation. Their tongues hungrily fused as they stripped their clothing off and flung it aside until they were completely naked.

Violet pressed her mouth to a rosy nipple of Moxie’s bare breasts, tracing it with her tongue. “And when I take you, am I gentle?” she asked, then increased the force to illustrate another option. “Or rough and urgent?”

Moxie arched her back. “Oh, you’re urgent, and use your teeth. Oh, shit. Just like that.”

Violet pulled away for a minute. “And what’s my tongue doing? Is it staying up here?”

“No. Your tongue is…doing what it was doing in the baggage car.”

Violet slid her hand down between Moxie’s thighs. “So you want it down here?” she asked, beginning to stroke her with two fingers.

“Oh, my God, yes! There.”

“So you want me to stop doing this?” Violet put her mouth back on Moxie’s erect nipple, now licking it in perfect rhythm with the movement of her hand against Moxie’s slick clitoris.

“No, wait. Don’t stop. That’s so…mmm.”

Violet needed no further coaxing, and she followed Moxie’s instructions as closely as possible. She was urgent, and she was
definitely
using her teeth.

Moxie’s hips rocked in time with Violet’s ministrations, and their pace quickened as Violet moved her lips over to Moxie’s other, heretofore neglected, breast. It was clear that Moxie was close to orgasm, and though she contemplated putting it off, it had already been delayed far too long, days and weeks too long.

When Moxie’s climax came, Violet savored every moment of it—Moxie’s head thrown back, her suddenly rigid body, and her deep, guttural growl.

Moxie’s chest heaved as her hands moved to her flushed face. “I don’t think I’ve ever—what are you doing?”

Violet slowly descended farther down Moxie’s body, pausing to kiss Moxie’s stomach on her way south. “I can’t stop thinking about how you taste, and how you thrust against my tongue when you’re in my mouth.”

“Shit,” Moxie hissed.

“You’re not the only one with fantasies, sugar.” This time, Violet’s movements were slow and deliberate. She kissed and licked Moxie everywhere, but lingered in the areas that made Moxie moan and, more strikingly, spew profanities.

Moxie’s fingers threaded through Violet’s hair, and she began to caress Violet’s scalp, subtly directing her. Again, Violet followed the trajectory that Moxie set, and when she boldly slipped a finger into Moxie’s vagina, she didn’t slow her mouth’s pace.

When Moxie’s second orgasm hit, it seemed to last longer than the first, and Violet struggled to keep pressure directly on Moxie’s clitoris to maximize it. Once it abated, Violet moved back up the bed, her eyes locking with Moxie’s.

“That was incredible,” Moxie gasped, kissing Violet deeply. “I want to make you feel this way.”

“Mmm, I second that motion.”

Moxie traced her fingertips lightly down Violet’s jawline and neck, to her breasts. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“I’m a little embarrassed by this question.”

Violet slid beside her on the bed and propped her head on her right fist. “It’s all in the wrist, if you really want to know.”

Moxie squinted her eyes and turned on her left side to face her directly. “Um, that’s good information to have, I’m sure. But I was wondering what I…or rather,
if
I reciprocated that first night we were together.”

“Reciprocated?”

“I mean, did I make you—”

“Sweetheart, what do you think happened that night?”

Moxie grimaced. “Well, I’ve imagined something very similar to what you and I just did.”

Violet tried not to smile, but had a feeling she wasn’t completely successful. “You don’t remember any of it?”

“I think I remember you kissing me.”

“Actually, you kissed me.”

“So I initiated everything?” Moxie asked, looking self-conscious.

“Honey, that
was
everything.”

“What?”

“Granted, without a doubt, that was the best kiss I’ve ever received.”

“So we didn’t—”

“You told me you liked me. Then you planted one on me—it made me see fucking stars—and you fell asleep.”

“You mean I haven’t been a lesbian all this time?”

Violet brought her index finger up to her mouth. “I don’t know, you taste a little like a lesbian.”

Moxie looked stunned, as though she had seen the dead rise and begin to spank each other. Violet felt a pang of guilt for being so glib.

“Why did you assume we had already been intimate?”

“The note you left me sounded very…and besides that, when I woke up my clothes were off.”

Violet brushed Moxie’s chin with her thumb. “I didn’t want your dress to wrinkle.”

“Oh. So you were just being nice?”

“Well, I was also dying to see you in your underwear.” Violet ran her hands along Moxie’s waist to the small of her back. “You didn’t disappoint, by the way.”

Moxie laughed. “Thanks. Did I do anything else that night that I should know about?”

“There was that bum on Fifty-second Street whom you tried to entice to suckle at your breast by baring a nipple and shouting ‘free milk.’”

“What?”

“No, wait. That was Wil. Sorry.”

“Thank God. So nothing else? I didn’t lift up my skirt in Times Square for passersby?”

“No,” Violet replied in amusement.

“Or offer to sing along with anyone who played a spirited ditty with a random body part?”

“Not that I recall. The only other noteworthy thing you did that night was get me to fall for you.” Violet leaned closer. “And make me want you so badly.”

“I did that?” Moxie’s face was only inches from Violet’s.

“Oh, yes,” Violet whispered, still slowly massaging Moxie’s waist and buttocks. “And I’ve ached for you ever since. I need you to touch me, love.”

Moxie kissed her, tracing Violet’s breasts, stomach, and the curve of her hip with her fingers. “Like this?”

“Mmm, that’s a very nice start.”

“Tell me what to do.”

Violet brought Moxie’s fingers to her lips, where she could nibble and lick them while Moxie watched, entranced. With great deliberation, Violet drew Moxie’s wet digits down her naked body, lingering on her left breast before continuing down her abdomen. “Do you want to keep going?”

Moxie only nodded, seeming mesmerized.

Violet continued to gently direct Moxie’s hand, guiding it between her legs and moving it sensually up and down. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

“God, yes.”

Violet shifted onto her back, pulling Moxie with her so that Moxie now straddled her right thigh. “Touch me the way you touched yourself last night. I want to feel exactly what you felt.”

Their mouths met, this time more insistently as Moxie began to stroke Violet in small, tight circles. As Moxie ground her pelvis against Violet, Moxie’s slick wetness on Violet’s skin was driving Violet crazy, and she began to rock her own hips in response.

Moxie briefly broke their hungry kiss as she continued her attention to Violet’s clitoris. “How is it that when I’m touching
you,
I’m so close to coming?”

The question, coupled with the breathless way Moxie asked it, sent a surge of raw desire through Violet that brought her that much closer to climax. “Wait for me,” she rasped.

“I’m not sure I can.” Moxie continued riding Violet’s thigh.

“I’m so close.”

“Oh, baby, please.”

Moxie’s desperate plea put Violet over the edge, and as the waves of rapture flooded her, she felt Moxie tremble above her, succumbing to her own release. Moxie’s body sank against Violet’s as they both tried to catch their breath.