In fact, she was seated on the opposite side of the table. As relieved as she was by the distance, June didn’t know what to make of it. The extra space didn’t allow her to follow the content of the meeting any more closely. Instead she dwelled on the fact that Kat had made it a point to sit away from her. Granted, she wasn’t sitting suspiciously close to Simmons or Robert, the two men she was seated between, but that didn’t calm June’s mind at all. Their encounter in her office was too fresh in her memory. Her lips were still tender and, she was certain, red. She could still feel the way Kat had pulsed around her as she rode her fingers. And, most distracting of all, if she moved her hand just right, she’d catch the lingering scent of Kat’s arousal clinging to her skin. June fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn’t give away how turned on she still was. Every time she thought she’d found the right spot, placed her legs just so or angled her weight just slightly to the left, she’d remember the sound of Ash through the phone, her quiet panting as she listened and watched but couldn’t participate.
