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  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  By The Author

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  About the Author

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  Synopsis

  Three months before her wedding to her post-college sweetheart, reality show producer Annie Collins finally acknowledges her dormant desires. Wrapped in the arms of another woman—her trainer, Oksana Gorinkov—Annie experiences a physical heat she never knew existed. Soon the one-night stand meant to be her final farewell to the single life stretches into a consuming month-long affair, the genuine intensity of which neither woman can ignore. Annie sees where her heart belongs, and though the objections from her family and friends and the scars from Oksana’s ex threaten to drive them back to their respective sides of Los Angeles, Annie knows she must fight for this relationship, a real love worth much more than any fantasy she’s ever dreamed up.

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  The Fling

  © 2012 By Rebekah Weatherspoon. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-696-0

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  First Edition: April 2012

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Credits

  Editor: Cindy Cresap

  Production Design: Susan Ramundo

  Cover Design By Sheri ([email protected])

  By The Author

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  The Fling

  Acknowledgments

  I must thank the following people:

  My editor, Cindy. You are a saint.

  Olya, the only Russian exchange student my family wanted to keep.

  Inna Sysevich. I’m sorry I’ve forgotten eighty percent of the Russian you tried to teach me, but I’ll be back soon for more instruction. And thank you for all the hugs.

  And as always, Radclyffe.

  Dedication

  To Vanessa and Maria.

  I know you’re not doing it, but you totally should.

  And to T, the executive producer of my heart.

  Prologue

  The Fantasy Fulfilled

  Oksana’s nipples were pierced.

  Annie had already seen the tattoos that covered her trainer’s left arm, and from the occasional slip of fabric, she knew there was more ink across Oksana’s stomach and side. But for all of the body art that was revealed as Annie undid the ivory buttons hidden among the white ruffles running down the center of Oksana’s short sleeve blouse, the tiny gunmetal barbells going through the hard, pink nipples came as a complete surprise.

  A pleasant surprise.

  Annie let Oksana open the front closure of her bra. Annie’s breasts were way too big for front closure bras. Her cleavage destroyed the clasp if she was bold enough to cough. Oksana’s breasts were smaller. Small and perky, and even without the piercings, Annie would have been fascinated by the light pink tips, the same cocoa-pink as Oksana’s full lips.

  Annie swallowed. She should probably stop staring.

  “They don’t scare you, do they?” Oksana’s soft, husky voice filled the thick air of the hotel room.

  “No. Not at all.” Annie leaned a little closer and studied the barbells some more. She stopped her hand before her fingers brushed the left nipple. She looked up into Oksana’s dark green eyes that were darker and hooded in the golden light from the lamp near the TV. “May I?”

  Oksana swallowed and nodded bashfully, her teeth clutching the inside of her bottom lip. The gesture was pretty adorable. Annie smiled and took a deep breath. This was no time for her to be shy. This was all her idea. Oksana may have been the actual lesbian, and yes, she’d volunteered, but this was Annie’s plan. Annie’s fantasy.

  They’d met at the bar, greeted each other with the same smiles and the same warm hugs they shared in the gym. They’d chuckled foolishly the entire way up in the elevator, joked nervously about how big the bed was and the awkward placement of the huge desk protruding from the far wall.

  Finally, the laughter faded and they faced each other. Annie realized as Oksana looked down at her, still biting that lip, that she would have to make the first move. In all her fantasies and most of her wet dreams, she’d always been the aggressor. She’d always wanted to fuck another woman, to be the fucker, not the fuckee, and with the way Oksana watched her, seemingly reluctant to instigate the first bit of contact, Annie knew if she played her cards right, her whole fantasy would come true.

  Annie swallowed once more and forced herself to relax. Tonight she wasn’t Annie Collins, bride-to-be and line producer on three hugely popular reality TV shows, and Oksana wasn’t one of the best personal trainers Los Angeles County had to offer. They weren’t almost friends. Tonight, for one night, they were lovers.

  Annie licked her bottom lip and leaned forward. She’d skip the fingers and lead with her mouth. Her eyes closed as her tongue curved around the small piece of steel. She moaned when Oksana let out a light gasp. Annie never thought something so basic could be such a turn-on. She was simply licking someone’s nipples, but Annie’s body reacted instantly and her mind began to wander toward the opportunities these piercings presented. She’d been aroused the moment she saw Oksana waiting for her downstairs, but as the slick skin between her lips began to pucker even further, Annie could feel her own pussy soaking, the swollen muscles between her legs growing thick and hot.

  Annie pulled back as Oksana shuddered, and she drew the flat surface of her tongue up Oksana’s breast to the height of her ribs. Oksana took a small, faltering step back, whimpering once more as she grabbed on to Annie’s shoulders.

  “Are they sensitive?” Annie asked before licking up again then swirling her tongue over the very tip. She switched to the other piercing, hoping the answer was yes. She could easily suck on Oksana this way all night.

  “Yes,” Oksana pinched out, then drew in a deep breath. Annie followed as Oksana leaned against the bedpost. Oksana began to tremble. Annie took that as a good sign, pulling more of Oksana’s breast into her mouth, varying the swirling strokes of her tongue as she wrapped her arm around Oksana’s waist. “Annie. Wait.”

  Annie blinked up, panting as her own lustful need spiked. “Yeah?”

  “They’re really sensitive,” Oksana said. “Can we…can we go slower?”

  “Sure,” Annie replied with a shaky laugh. She knew Oksana was close to coming. She thought that was a good thing, but maybe Oksana wasn’t such a cheap date as Annie was. Annie liked coming right away, then coming ag
ain. She shook herself slightly. She should have asked what Oksana wanted before she went full force for her chest. Annie took a step back, but Oksana reached for her before she could retreat altogether.

  She decided to focus on Oksana’s eyes instead of her exposed breasts or where their fingers were touching.

  “You’re doing fine, but you wanted all night, remember?” Oksana’s tone was filled with patience.

  “That’s the plan.”

  “Then let’s take all night. We don’t have to rush,” Oksana replied. She stroked the back of Annie’s hand, reassuring her that Annie had made the right decision. Oksana was the one.

  Oksana got rid of her shirt and her bra then reached for the button on her flared-bottom trousers. Annie followed her cues and pulled her own top over her head and reached for the zipper at the back of her tight skirt. She watched Oksana as Oksana watched her, until they were nearly naked, underwear and shirts, and stilettos and flats in two piles beside the bed.

  Annie was nervous about how Oksana would view her body. Oksana had told Annie plenty of times how proud she was of her for reaching the fitness goals they’d set together, but that was praise from trainer to client, not a comment from lover to lover. They had only planned on one night, but Annie wondered what kind of woman was Oksana’s type. Was Annie too short? Were her breasts too large?

  With their encounter in mind, Annie had examined herself in the mirror earlier that night. Her thighs were slimmer than when they first met. Most of the fullness from her chin was gone, along with some of the weight on her stomach and arms. Her breasts had stayed the same size, though. They drew attention no matter what she wore, and they’d always produced a sense of awe in the few who had seen them bare. She felt so exposed as she tossed her bra to the floor. Nothing would happen between them beyond this night. Still, the temporary terms of their sexual relationship didn’t stop Annie from wondering what Oksana thought about her. And not just her body. Maybe Oksana really liked tougher women, with a lot more muscle and some knowledge of power tools. Maybe this was charity for Oksana in more ways than one.

  But as Annie looked back up from the clothes at her feet, she saw she wasn’t alone in her bashfulness. A light flush touched Oksana’s skin as Annie’s eyes wandered over her body again. She was so perfect. No hair between her legs, and the sheen of her wetness was obvious from a few feet away. Her full thighs were topped with wide hips. And those piercings. Annie had been waiting months for this chance, mulling the fantasy over for years. Oksana was right; they should take their time. Annie stepped toward Oksana at the same moment Oksana moved in her direction. She matched Oksana’s nervous laughter and giggled even louder as they both took a step back. With a shrug, Annie relented and met Oksana beside the bed.

  “Is kissing okay?” Annie asked.

  Oksana snorted a laugh and returned Annie’s sudden smile. “Yes, kissing is allowed. I’m your trainer. Not a hooker.”

  “Okay. Good.” Annie stood on the balls of her feet, an odd sense of glee rushing through her mind as Oksana bent to meet her halfway.

  Oksana’s lips were soft. When they brushed against Annie’s, her whole body turned into a ball of sensation. Her eyes slipped shut and she rose on her toes even higher, bracing herself with her hands on Oksana’s hips, leaning closer to Oksana’s warm body. She felt the tip of Oksana’s tongue and she let her in, let in the warm, wet softness of her mouth.

  Oksana’s kiss was perfect. Delicate, but confident. Sweet. Annie tried to match her careful skill, kissing Oksana back with just as much patience, with deliberate but gentle motions of her tongue. Oksana moaned.

  The sound was enough to encourage Annie further. Stepping back just a little, she never broke contact with Oksana’s perfectly full lips as she maneuvered her onto the bed. Annie lowered herself over Oksana’s body, straddling her lap as Oksana shifted back on the bedspread.

  Annie wrestled with a desperate urge to hump Oksana like a little dog in heat. There had to be more finesse involved. She had no real clue what she was doing, but finally, Annie could put a lifetime of her secret desires and creative daydreaming to good work. And she could ask. Gently, she pushed Oksana back down on the bed. She followed, kissing her way down Oksana’s neck, making her own desperate noises as Oksana’s fingers caressed her sides. She was enjoying this. Every second of it.

  “Tell me what to do,” Annie said breathlessly.

  “No,” Oksana said, letting out a gasping noise. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. I like what you’re doing.”

  Annie slipped her hand between their bodies, eager to feel Oksana, and quickly spread Oksana’s wet lips. Her clit was hard under Annie’s fingers, tiny and hard. Again, she wanted to ask what she should do next. This was all so new, but to save herself from sounding like more of a fool, Annie thought of the ways she liked to be touched, the ways she liked to touch herself. She stroked over Oksana’s clit, stroked up and down each side slowly before dipping her fingers lower. Oksana’s body lifted off the bed to meet her hand. Annie slipped inside. She shuddered, blowing a heavy breath across Oksana’s nipple. She was so wet. There was no resistance, but as soon as her fingers filled Oksana’s body, the soaked muscles gripped at Annie’s hand. Another shudder traveled down to Annie’s pussy. She wanted to come.

  “You’re a liar,” Oksana panted.

  “What?” Annie peered up, watching the strain on Oksana’s face as her fingers continued to stroke her from the inside.

  Oksana laced her hand through Annie’s loosely pony-tailed hair. Annie leaned into her grasp and looked up as Oksana brushed her bangs to the side with her other hand. “You’ve been with a woman before. Hundreds of them,” Oksana said.

  “I have not.” Annie couldn’t resist smiling. She added another finger and dug a little deeper.

  “Liar.” Oksana hissed, her eyes rolling shut. “Oh God…”

  Annie kissed her way back to Oksana’s mouth and she fucked her with a little more insistence. Annie was close to coming herself, but she wanted Oksana to finish first. Yes, Oksana was doing her a favor in a way, but Annie wanted to make it worth her while.

  Another finger added, Annie shifted her palm and stroked Oksana with her thumb.

  “Anne…” Oksana whined desperately against her mouth. No one had called her Anne in years, but Annie liked the way it sounded. Annie liked the sound of Oksana’s voice. She liked the breathy quality that took over the already sexy tone as she moved closer and closer to orgasm. She wanted to hear it again.

  “Are you gonna come?”

  “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please.”

  “Does this feel good?” Annie rotated her finger slightly, sliding her middle finger in and out while she massaged upward with her pointer.

  Oksana grabbed her wrist, stilling Annie’s hand. A half second later she came, calling out Annie’s name. “Anne,” she whimpered over and over. “Anne. Fuck.”

  A grin broke out across Annie’s face. Oksana was so gorgeous and ten times more so when she orgasmed. Annie gave her a moment to come back to herself, tracing soft lines up and down Oksana’s thigh, and then she kissed her.

  Annie let Oksana roll them so Oksana was on top. Annie gazed up at her, loving the sweet, hot breath Oksana heaved against her chin and throat. Annie was shocked with what she’d just done, the magic she’d worked with her hands and her lips. The night was young. Maybe later—

  Annie swallowed then finished her thought aloud, “I want to go down on you.”

  Oksana smiled this time. “Can I go first?”

  Annie shrugged and rolled her eyes. “If you must.”

  Oksana sat up and ran her fingers along Annie’s pussy. Annie’s reaction was instant and a little pathetic. She rolled slightly on her back, arching into Oksana’s touches. This was a moment she’d been thinking about for a while too—what it would be like to have another woman’s mouth on her body. Oksana didn’t disappoint. Her soft lips closed over Annie lips and clit. Oksana hummed against her skin, a deep sound of sat
isfaction sending tingles everywhere.

  I guess I pass the taste test, Annie thought before her brain was wiped clean with a fresh wave of pleasure.

  Annie hadn’t said a word; Oksana read her perfectly. Where Annie had treated her to hard and slow, Oksana devoured her. Rough and quick. Annie’s fingers gripped the back of Oksana’s shaved head; her heel dug into Oksana’s side. She moaned pathetically, chanting swears and Oksana’s name as Oksana drilled two fingers inside Annie’s cunt and lightly scraped her teeth over Annie’s clit. Her thighs trembled.

  “Oh yeah. You’re definitely a lesbian,” Annie groaned.

  Oksana choked on her laugh, but didn’t stop the thrusting of her finger and the rough strokes of her tongue. Annie squirmed as Oksana sucked her clit, flicking the tip over and over until Annie arched hard off the bed, driving her hips against Oksana’s face.

  “Fuck, Sana,” Annie cried as Oksana fucked her even harder. In her haze, she shortened Oksana’s name. It sounded strange coming off her lips, but something in her gut, something that craved more—more sex, more intimacy, more than just one night—thought the nickname fit the scene and Annie’s desire. “Sana, please. Oh my God! Please don’t stop.” Oksana followed instructions.

  “Yeah,” Annie panted. “Yeah!” She came hard. A wet, hot rush she could feel surrounding Oksana’s fingers and coating her chin. Oksana pulled her fingers out but kept on kissing and licking until Annie lay helpless on the bed, softly rubbing the back of her head. She’d never been with anyone who had a shaved head before, guy or girl. Annie liked the way it felt.

  After a moment, or fifty, when Annie regained her sight, she watched as Oksana pulled herself upright and casually wiped her mouth. Annie followed Oksana up the bed and wrapped herself around Oksana’s body as she settled against the mountain of hotel pillows. They were quiet for a while, just holding each other and breathing, heavily at first then softer and slower. The air in the cramped room was still heavy.