Estelle had never felt anything like this before.
The moment the elevator doors closed again, leaving her standing alone in the empty space, her mind raced, her heart still pounding from the intensity of what had just happened. The heat of Celeste’s touch lingered on her skin, the pressure of her thigh between her legs still sending waves of electricity through her body. She leaned against the elevator wall, trying to catch her breath, but it was impossible to calm the storm that had taken hold of her.
Desire. That’s what it was—this all-consuming need that clawed at her insides, urging her to want more, to feel more. She had thought about Celeste before, of course. The stolen glances, the teasing touches, the way their relationship had blurred the lines between professional and something much more dangerous. But this—this was something else entirely.
Estelle had never wanted something, someone, so badly. It wasn’t just the thrill of the forbidden, the intensity of their connection, but the overwhelming ache to be taken. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop picturing how it would feel if Celeste didn’t hold back, if she gave in to the possessiveness she had hinted at so many times.
The thought of it made Estelle’s skin flush, her body reacting in ways she didn’t know she was capable of. She bit her lip, her mind swirling with fantasies that left her feeling both excited and terrified. She had never been this desperate for someone before, never craved something so deeply that it consumed her every thought.
But then again, she had never experienced any of this. Not really.
She might have looked experimental to others—her confidence, the way she carried herself, even her playful teasing of Celeste—but in truth, Estelle was far from that. At twenty-one, she was still a virgin, and the thought of what could happen with Celeste, of what she wanted to happen, left her both exhilarated and nervous.
She had never told anyone, not even Mia. She didn’t want to admit that, despite her appearance of control, she had never gone that far. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had the chance—there had been opportunities in the past, but she had never felt ready, never wanted it enough.
But now… now all she could think about was Celeste. How it would feel to let go completely, to surrender to the desire that pulsed through her. The idea of being vulnerable with Celeste, of experiencing something so intimate with someone as powerful and commanding as her, sent shivers down Estelle’s spine.
Her fingers absently brushed her lips, still feeling the heat from their earlier moment in the elevator. The way Celeste had looked at her, the possessiveness in her voice, the way her body had pressed so firmly against Estelle’s—it was all she could think about. And she couldn’t help but wonder… what if?
What if Celeste took her? Not just kissed her, not just teased her, but really took her, claimed her the way she had hinted at. The thought alone sent a jolt of need through Estelle’s body, making her legs weak as she imagined what that would be like.
But then the anxiety crept in, the fear of not knowing what to do, of being too inexperienced, of not being enough for someone like Celeste. Estelle had always prided herself on her independence, her ability to handle anything thrown her way. But this—this was different. This was uncharted territory, and the idea of opening herself up in such a vulnerable way left her feeling exposed.
What if I’m not ready? she thought to herself, the uncertainty gnawing at her. What if I’m not enough for her?
Celeste had never given her any reason to doubt herself, but this felt too big, too intense. Estelle had spent years building up walls, convincing herself that she didn’t need anyone, that she could handle everything on her own. But Celeste had a way of breaking down those walls with just a single look, a single touch, and Estelle wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
But despite the fear, the doubt, the uncertainty, there was a part of Estelle that couldn’t help but want it. Want her. And that part of her was growing louder by the second.
She pushed off the elevator wall, her legs still shaky as she made her way to the exit. Her mind was a whirlwind of desire, anxiety, and longing. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but she knew one thing for certain—she couldn’t stop thinking about Celeste. Couldn’t stop imagining how it would feel if Celeste didn’t hold back, if she claimed her the way Estelle had started to crave so desperately.
As Estelle walked through the sleek halls of the law firm, her thoughts tangled with anticipation. She was still a virgin, yes, but the idea of that being her reality with Celeste made her pulse race. It wasn’t just about the physical act; it was about the power, the surrender, the way Celeste made her feel like she was the only person in the world that mattered in those moments.
The question was… was she ready to cross that line?
The idea of giving herself to Celeste, of letting her be the first, filled Estelle with a dizzying mix of fear and excitement. She had never imagined herself in this situation, but now that she was here, it was all she could think about.
As she neared her office, her mind still swirling with fantasies and emotions, Estelle knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t just about desire. It was about trust. And in a strange, unexpected way, she trusted Celeste. Trusted her with her body, her mind, and her heart, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
What happens now? Estelle thought to herself as she stepped into her office. She had no idea, but she knew one thing: Celeste had stirred something in her that she couldn’t ignore. And whatever happened next, it was going to change everything.
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