In time, she might throw the interloper out, but she would have this Chicago woman before showing her the door. Adam had had Sarah Atkinson. It was only fair that she have her, too.
“What is it?” Adam groused, frowning at her. “I’m really quite busy, Maria. Can’t you wait until tonight? Maybe later this afternoon we can fuck.”
“Oh, it’s not just me you have to worry about satisfying, Adam.” She stepped behind his desk, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck. “I expect Sarah Atkinson wants a share of your cock, too.”
“What?” He swung around to face her.
His startled look elated her. Adam wasn’t as unflappable as he liked to believe. She nodded. “She’s in the sitting room off the foyer. She’s come to see Adam. As your dutiful maid, I’ve come to get you.”
Adam bolted from his chair. “You’re kidding! Aren’t you?”
Maria shook her head.
“Jesus. What’s she doing here?”
Maria patted Adam’s hardening cock. “I believe you have something she wants.”
He ignored her hand. “And you told her you were my maid?”
Maria shrugged. “That’s what she wanted to believe. I didn’t try to change her mind. Besides, that little deception might be useful for awhile. As you said, she’s probably not going to be into threesomes right away.”
“Right away? I’ll send her packing.” He started for the door.
“Why would you do that?” Maria asked sweetly. “Are you afraid of her?” She smiled when Adam came to an abrupt stop and spun around to confront her.
“She’s only a woman,” Maria said, easily returning to Adam’s arms. “She’s not the vision of your youth, Adam. But she looks damn delicious.” Maria pouted. “Don’t send her away. Not right away. Give me a chance with her. Please. If she’d showed up with a shorter skirt than she’s wearing, I might’ve taken her in the foyer.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve shared a lot of women with you, Adam. You owe me.”
Adam smiled and lowered his lips to her puckered mouth. “Maybe I do. She’ll run like hell when she figures out what you’re after.”
“That’s more like it,” she moaned. “And that’s a chance we’ll have to take. Give me a little something before I escort you to your other woman, Adam.” She pulled his hand up under her smock.
“Of course,” he murmured, finding his way through her folds until he had a finger seated deeply inside her. There were many advantages to going commando.
He fingered her roughly until she grabbed his shoulders and came in a massive shudder. She smiled and backed out of his embrace. “Thanks, that’ll tide me over for a while.” She lifted his finger to her mouth and sucked it clean.
“We better get you to Ms. Atkinson before she has a fit.” She winked at Adam. “When you’re done with her tonight, don’t forget about me.”
“Where will you be? I guess we’ll have to change our sleeping arrangements until she leaves—which probably won’t be long.”
“I’ll stay in the second guest room, for now. I’ll move my things from the master bedroom while you’re showing Sarah around.” She smiled broadly. “I won’t be far away. You can count on that.”
“I’m sure you won’t.” He gave her a thoughtful grin. “Go slow with her, Maria. That’s all I ask.”
“I’ll be like a little bird peeking over your shoulder. This is going to be so much fun, Adam.” She resisted the urge to twirl around like a little girl. “Why are we so lucky?”
Adam shook his head. “I don’t know.” He headed out the door, not waiting for his maid to escort him.
She grinned. That was okay. He and his visitor could probably find a thing or two to talk about without her presence, and she had much to do. She needed to sanitize the master bedroom and prepare the anteroom.
She hurried down the hall toward the room she and Adam shared. So was a maid expected to cook? She’d give it her best.
And did the hired help eat with the master? She skipped lightly in front of the large bed. She didn’t much care as long as she got to eat the master and his guest.
Hardly able to contain herself, she scurried about. She had so much to do before the show. She chuckled. Should she make popcorn?
- o -
“So what inspired you to fly all the way out here, Sarah?” Adam plopped down in a seat across from her, his facial features tightly controlled.
Sarah couldn’t decide if he was pleased to see her or angry she’d shown up uninvited. If she’d waited for an invitation, they never would’ve seen each other again.
She crossed one knee over the other. Her temperature rose at the sight of him staring at her crotch. Her miniskirt didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her bikini panty should provide exactly the sort of view she’d planned. She didn’t have to glance down at her nipples to know they were hardening under his assessment. She hadn’t bothered with a bra. That had seemed rather futile, given her objective.
She tried to stay focused on her objective as she studied the outline of his enlarging penis. She had no long term goal in mind. All she wanted was more of that shattering hot sex only he seemed capable of giving her. She’d come for his body. It was as simple as that, and she wasn’t about to be denied. She had no idea how long it would take to get her fill, but she’d hadn’t taken a vacation in a long time.
She wet her lips before responding, gathering her courage. “I haven’t been to California in years. It seemed like a good time to come.” She toyed with strands of her hair and gave him a sorrowful look. “Are you unhappy I came?”
He never batted an eye. “Depends on what you want, I suppose.”
She uncrossed her legs and watched his nostrils flare. “Did you really think you were going to ravage my body after twenty years and walk away without saying goodbye?”
“You don’t know the first thing about being ravaged.” He nearly spit the words out. “And I didn’t ravage you. If I remember correctly, you were just as intent on pillaging my body as I was yours.”
Her lips turned up in a smile. “Of course. Why do you suppose I’m here? We hardly got started before you ran off.”
“You’re playing with fire, woman. You were smart enough in high school to stay away from me.”
“I count that as the colossal mistake of my lifetime. I’m not about to make that mistake again—” she smoothed out her skirt, drawing his attention to her fingers lingering over her crotch, “unless you send me packing.”
“I’d be a fool to send you packing.” He rose to his feet with more grace than she could manage, reached for her and drew her into his arms. “My cock would never forgive me,” he growled into her ear.
She chuckled against his firm chest. “Well, I’ve missed your cock, too.” She tipped her head back and he covered her mouth with his. Before she could blink, he had the top of her blouse undone and lowered his mouth to a breast. His warm tongue worked its magic until her nipple fully extended. She ground her loins against his hip, seeking relief.
He let her ride his hip but never gave up his perch on her breast. She’d worked herself to the cusp of a small orgasm.
“Just set the drinks down there, Maria.”
His words jack-hammered her brain. Sarah's eyes popped wide open to see the maid smiling her approval. She grabbed for her blouse. Intentionally or unintentionally, Adam's hands prevented her from concealing her breasts from the maid’s sparkling gaze.
Apparently at ease with her partial nudity, Adam gave her a slight grin. “I believe you’ve met Maria, but you probably weren’t properly introduced.”
He wheeled her around so her back was against his broad chest. His hands clutched her breasts. Her nipples peeked through his fingers at the maid. “Sarah, this is Maria Ramirez. Maria, this is Sarah Atkinson. She’ll be staying with us for a while.”
“That’s great, Sarah,” the woman squealed delightedly. “I’ll do everything I can to make your stay a pleasant one.”
“Thank y
ou,” Sarah mumbled, trying not to blush.
Maria set down two glasses of lemonade. “If you don’t mind my saying so, Sarah, you have the most beautiful round breasts. And your nipples flare out so bewitchingly.” The maid paused as if expecting a response.
“Thank you,” Sarah whispered. If anything, her nipples had extended farther than she’d thought they could.
“They look so hot.” Maria reached out a hand as if she was going to touch them. Perhaps she saw something in Adam’s eyes. She jerked back her arm and grinned. “I’d best be going and let you two get back to what you were doing. I have much work to do.”
Once the door to the sitting room closed, Sarah spun to face Adam. “What the hell was that about?” She began buttoning her blouse.
“So the little tease from Bumper, Iowa is running scared already.” Adam smirked at her. “And she isn’t even unpacked.”
“I’m from Chicago. And I’m not a tease. You should know that by now. But I’m not accustomed to showing off my boobs to the help.”
“Ah,” Adam tweaked a covered nipple. “Still a little snobbish, are we?” He leveled his gaze at hers. Her body chilled. “Let’s get things straight. You came to my turf uninvited. You can leave at any time. Got that?” He cupped her chin.
Sarah nodded.
“Good. That’s a start, and maybe an ending. As long as you’re here, you’ll do what I say. If I want to show off your tits to Maria, you’ll do that with a smile. No condescending airs. Understood?”
Sarah wet her lips and nodded. This was a dangerous man. She should probably leave while she could, but damn if she was going to let him scare her away so easily, as if they were still teenagers.
It was poor form of her to point out a class difference with the maid. That had been an open wound for Adam Granger ever since he came to understand his social standing in life. She studied the antique furniture in the room with a practiced eye. Clearly, his social standing had risen since Bumper, Iowa.
“So what will it be?” Adam demanded, glaring at her. “Are you staying or leaving?”
How could she explain her reaction to him? But then he wasn’t looking for an explanation. She wasn’t a brazen woman, but her panties were soaked. Was it the hint of danger, or the scent of the sexiest male she’d ever known that had her unglued? If she stood there much longer, her juices would drip down her thighs.
Her belly clenched. “What else will you want me to do?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” He pulled her roughly into his arms. “No need to tremble, Sarah.”
A large hand massaged her back. “You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?”
Sarah cast her gaze downward and nodded.
Adam reached under her skirt, slipped fingers inside her panties and fondled her clit. She clung to him for support and he brought her quickly to a heavenly orgasm. She half expected the maid to reappear. She mentally whipped herself for sobbing against his chest.
He caressed her back, shoulders and neck. “It’ll be okay, babe. I won’t let anything hurt you. You know that.”
“Yes,” she squeaked. She managed to push herself away from his chest. “Do you want me to do you?”
“No, I’m fine. I do love it that you come so easily.” He gave her a half-smile. “So was that because of me, or because Maria stumbled in on us?”
She remembered Maria’s gluttonous brown eyes and knew she couldn’t lie. She’d hadn’t completely forgotten how turned on she could get by another woman’s lust. “Both,” she admitted, softly.
“Good. Maria will be pleased to hear that. Why don’t we get you settled in, and then I’ll take you out for dinner.”
“That sounds fine,” she said, not convinced Maria’s intrusion had surprised Adam. He hadn’t flinched at all when the maid appeared. Was she accustomed to having her boss expose his women to her? Did Adam require the maid’s assessment as a second opinion?
If so, Maria seemed quite enamored with her breasts. Sarah shook her head trying to clear her mind and ignore her tightening nipples as she remembered copper fingers reaching for them.
What the hell had she gotten herself into? One moment Adam could be considerate and the next incredibly demanding. What was his game? She squared her shoulders. Whatever it was, she’d play with him. That’s what she’d come to California to do. If he demanded more than she could give, she knew where the exit was. And she wouldn’t be afraid to use it.
She smiled as Adam led her upstairs. She still had one advantage. He thought she was much more innocent than she actually was. He might yet trip over his dilemma of keeping her on a pedestal while wanting her for his sex slave. The two didn’t fit, at least for him. She hadn’t made up her own mind about that yet. But if nothing else, she planned on treating herself to some lively sex for however long she stayed.
- o -
To say Sarah was fetching was the understatement of the year. Adam tried not to gawk at the dark-haired enchantress sitting across from him at a table tucked away in the corner of one of his favorite seafood restaurants overlooking the ocean. She’d dressed casual but classy. It was a halter dress that plunged nicely, showing ample cleavage.
Maria was definitely right. Sarah did have outstanding round breasts, and they were still quite firm. The dress was tied behind her neck and fell to just above her knees. A gold chain graced her neck. Her dark hair nestled on her shoulders. He so wanted to reach around her and untie the knot that held it all together.
At least they’d got one necessary conversation out of the way—she’d had herself tested before leaving Chicago, and he’d told her he was also clean. As was Maria, but he hadn’t told her that, yet.
Now, he was horny. She knew it and seemed quite pleased with herself. He’d deal with that consideration later. “How’s your Mahi Mahi?”
“Delicious. I don’t think I’ve had it before.”
“It’s a west coast delicacy. I’m glad you like it. Are you warm enough?”
Her mouth cracked a smile. “If I get any hotter, I’ll burn up.”
He groaned.
“I’m fine, Adam.” She shrugged. “I’ll put the sweater on if I need it.”
“The oceanfront can get quite chilly in the evening.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“About your other overheated condition.” He lifted his glass in a toast. “I have a partial solution.
Sarah lowered her eyelashes. “Oh, I think you have a full enough solution.”
“Probably so. But I won’t be around all the time.” He shot her a penetrating look. “So let me tell you one of the ground rules of staying at my place, and it’ll also help you stay cool.”
He was pleased to see her frown and a trace of fear flickering in her eyes. “You will from now on go commando.”
“What?” Sarah grabbed her napkin and dabbed at the corner of her mouth.
“You know what commando means?”
“I’m familiar with the term—no underwear.”
Adam watched the color rise in her cheeks. “That’s right. As long as you are staying with me, you will dispense with underwear. Unless you need it for your monthlies.”
“Monthlies.” Recognition crept across her face. “Oh, that. Not to worry, I’ve had a partial hysterectomy. And by the way...”
He was beginning to enjoy when she thought she’d taken the offensive away from him.
“No need to worry about babies. I can’t have any. Never could. That lost me my first husband.”
“Sorry.”
“That’s life. He wasn’t a big loss anyhow.”
“Must not have been, if he voluntarily left you.”
She grinned at him. “I like your way with words.”
“Speaking of words. Have you forgotten what I said, or are you going back to Chicago?” He kept his voice even, devoid of emotion.
Sarah’s eyes blazed. “Commando. You mean right now?”
“Isn’t that what I said? From now on.”
She nodded f
aintly. “Okay. I’m not wearing a bra. I’ll go to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” She started to push her chair away from the table.
He grabbed her arm. “No. I don’t want you out of my sight. Take’em off right here.”
“But...”
“You can do it, Sarah.” Her eyebrows arched in shock. His heart rate increased. He’d finally gotten to her vulnerability. Now maybe she’d go back to Chicago before subjecting herself to more shocks. He wasn’t about to let up. “It’s dark enough in here you could give me one of your favorite blow jobs and no one would see.” He watched her hesitate. “Do it, Sarah. Or do you need help?”
He laid a hand on her knee beneath the table. “No,” she said, slapping his hand away. She glanced around at the nearby vacant tables. “I’ll manage.”
Her hands disappeared under the table. He wet his lips.
“Don’t you want me to tell you what I’m doing?” Her voice became sultry. She didn’t wait for him to respond.
“I’m inching my dress up over my thighs. There. You look so fierce when your jaw is set like that. In case you wondered, I’m wearing bikini panties.”
She leaned back fractionally. “I have both thumbs hooked over their waistband. I’m raising my butt. To throw off anyone who may be watching I’ll lean over and kiss you.”
Her soft lips burned his. She sat back down and grinned broadly. “I’m sliding them down my legs. First one foot, and then the second.”
She paused and scowled at him. “I won’t crawl under the table and blow you. But here is a memento of this little kinky display you concocted. Enjoy.”
She laid her hand on his crotch. He grabbed for it, but she jerked away and smiled triumphantly. His fingers curled around her bikini panty.
“Maybe you’ll find a use for them. I hope you like red.” She arched an eyebrow. “My, commando is freeing. Should I tell you what I’m doing to my pussy?”
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