by Sabrina York
He slipped a finger into her cunt. Two. He shuddered. God, she was wet. Dripping. He added a third.
She clenched around him, growled in her throat, demanded more.
So he gave it to her.
He ate her with a relentless fervor as he finger-fucked her, plunging deep inside and rooting around until he found…he found…
He found her.
She spasmed, wailed, clutched at his head with her thighs. She made a garbled noise that might have been, “Enough! Enough!” But he didn’t stop. He worked her, stroked her, tormented her as she had tormented him, plying her with bliss upon bliss until she was a boneless, panting mass on the couch. Until he had completed her.
Several times.
He crawled up beside her and pulled her into his arms and held her, stroked her, comforted her as she had with him.
And as she had with him, he gently thumbed away her tears.
She sighed. Whimpered. Gazed into his eyes.
God. He loved her. He was utterly lost.
“Did you like that, darling?” he asked. “Did I do a good job?”
“Oh Jack. Yes. That was wonderful.”
“Good.” He kissed her nose. “So… Do you think I can take the vibrator out now?”
Her laugh echoed through the room.
* * * * *
They spent the night curled up in his big bed, alternately eating chocolate cake and talking and snoozing and making love. Sometimes she was on top. Sometimes he was. Either way it was wonderful. Sara couldn’t get enough.
That Jack had been willing to let her dominate him thrilled her to the core. That he seemed to enjoy it thrilled her more. It was something she’d always fantasized about but only tried one other time. And that had been a disaster.
She couldn’t banish the creeping hope that maybe, just maybe, he was the guy she’d been searching for—and he’d been there all along.
A part of her didn’t want to banish the hope.
That was the scary part.
She kept waking up and staring at him. And then she’d catch herself smiling.
And then he’d wake up too, or maybe she’d wake him up, and they’d make love again. Or not.
Somehow it didn’t seem to matter. Simply being with him was enough. Was wonderful.
When the sun filtered in through his big bay windows overlooking the sleeping Valley, they were both exhausted. But also quite sated.
She hummed with a pleasant sense of well-being.
“Do you want breakfast?” He kissed her nose. Then each eyelid.
“Mmm.” She couldn’t be expected to make a decision like that. “Do we have to get up?”
He chuckled. “We have to go to work.”
Crap. Wasn’t it the weekend? She rolled into him and snuggled.
“Come on, lazy bones. Up and at ’em.” He hopped out of bed with an enviable aplomb. For a naked guy. She watched him pad to the bathroom, enjoying the winking dimples of his ass. She’d never noticed those before. How fun would they be to smack?
And damn, speaking of that ass, it was awfully tight. Round. Perfect.
She licked her lips.
He poked his head back into the room. “Wanna take a shower together?” He waggled his brows and she grinned. Did she.
She was suddenly filled with inspiration. All kinds of naughty ideas involving soap and washcloths and toothbrushes… Inspiration enough to rise from the bed.
* * * * *
They were late for work again but it was hardly his fault.
For one thing, who could have predicted that thing Sara had started in the shower? And for another, they’d both completely forgotten, until it was time to dress, that Sara had nothing to wear but a latex catsuit and a trench coat.
Definitely not acceptable office attire at Trillo-Maris.
In the end he gave her a t-shirt and a pair of sweats—that she had to hold up with a fist—and took her home to change.
They’d gotten distracted there too.
So they were late for work. Again.
If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything. But Jack suspected they noticed. Jenny, for one, was in a snit. Whenever she saw him, or saw him with Sara, her eyes would narrow and she’d thrust out a lip.
But Jack didn’t care.
He was too tired to care.
He was napping in his office when Sara came by at lunchtime. She handed him a slender square package.
Again, wrapped in brown paper.
His interest, and something else, flared.
Seriously? What was his cock thinking? Did he even have any sperm left?
“What’s this?” he asked, twirling the package around.
Sara grinned. “Your homework.”
A thrill shot through him at the tone of her voice. “Ooh. More homework? What is it?”
She sat down and put her feet up on the table against the wall. He tried not to wince. He had a half-done mini-robotics project on that table. Just a little something but still, it was important. The table wobbled. He plucked up the pieces and set them carefully on his desk.
“By the way, Jack, I was kind of pissed off at you last night.”
He froze. “You…were?”
“Yes. It became very clear to me that you’ve seen that book before.”
Oh. That. He nibbled his lip. “Maybe.”
“Jack, no one could have known all those answers. Not after having the book for a day. So come on. Fess up.”
He flushed. “Okay. Maybe I have a copy of that book.”
She gored him with an accusing finger. “I knew it.” And then she hissed, “Seriously? You already had that book?”
“Yes.”
She studied him. “For how long?”
“What?”
“How long have you had it?”
He shrugged. For some reason he didn’t want to make eye contact. “I dunno. A year?”
“A year?”
He didn’t understand her tone, her intensity. He didn’t understand why this was so important to her. But something, some tiny voice, whispered that it was. That he ought to be honest. Or come close. “Okay. Longer than a year.”
“Why?”
“What?” Why what? Damn. Sometimes women were a lot of work. Why didn’t she just come out and say what she was thinking?
“Why did you have that book?”
“Because I liked the book.”
“That’s not what I meant, Jack. Why did you buy that book?” He opened his mouth to respond but she stopped him. “And don’t say because you liked it.”
Well hell. “Sara, what are you asking? I mean, what are you really asking?”
She fell silent and studied her entwined fingers and huffed. He let her work through whatever process she was working through because, frankly, he didn’t know what else to say. Finally she answered him.
“How long have you been into female domination?” She looked up at him then and he saw it, there in her eyes. The uncertainty that had caused this whole circuitous conversation. And a flicker of what might have been…hope. Something within him released. And he said it.
“Forever.”
His reward for being brave, his reward for being honest, his reward for admitting something he had never told another soul, was her smile. It was beatific. Relief, pleasure and something else altogether—something warm and incandescent—trickled through him at the sight.
“So you’re truly into it?”
He cleared his throat. “Sara—”
“Not merely playing at it, you know, to make me happy?”
He waited until she glanced at him again before answering. “No, Sara. I’m not playing at anything.”
Fortunately—or unfortunately, whichever the case might be—she missed his true meaning. She collapsed with the bubble of a laugh. “Oh, thank God. I needed to know. I had to be sure because when Todd—”
His heart skittered twice. First because she’d said Todd’s fucking name. And then because of the sheer mortifica
tion on her face. “When Todd what?”
“Oh.” She plucked at a thread on her sleeve. “Never mind.”
Jack stood and closed the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. “No. When Todd what?”
“Jack, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I think we need to.”
She frowned at him. “Since when are you the bossy one?”
“I’ve always been the bossy one. I like to pick my battles. And this is one I’m not going to lose. So give. I can stand here all day.”
Her expression turned mutinous. He put out a lip. To show her he could be as stubborn as she was.
She caved first. Thank God.
Because he wasn’t sure he could be as stubborn as she was. He wasn’t sure anybody could be as stubborn as she was.
“It’s an embarrassing story.”
“Then be embarrassed. I think I need to know.”
“All right. Quit nagging.”
He stared at her. Blinked. Several times. In succession.
“Oh, all right. I tried…I thought… Okay. One time…” She let out a groan and buried her face in her hands.
“One time you tried that with Todd.”
“Yes.” She shot him a grateful look.
“And it didn’t go well.”
“No.” Tears pricked her lashes.
He hated that they did. But he would not be moved by tears. Not right now. Not when they were discussing the guy she’d once referred to as “Mr. Right”. Because, by God, Todd was not weaseling his way back into Sara’s life. No way. No how.
He’d been supplanted.
“What happened?”
She flushed. “Oh. It was…awful. He called me names and stormed out and never called again. Well, not until a few days ago. And then he was fucking patronizing.”
Good.
Fucking awesome.
“That’s not going to happen with me, Sara.”
She gazed at him, her eyes luminous and damp. And beautiful. “It’s not?”
“No way. Yeah, I am totally into that book. Totally into what we did last night. But there’s even more to it.” He came down on his knees before her and took her hands in his. “I am also totally into you.”
She tipped her head to the side like a curious chipmunk and studied him. It was damn cute. “You are? Into me?”
“Totally.” He kissed her and, because the moment was becoming a little too mushy for comfort, he bounded to his feet and went back to the desk and picked up the package she’d brought. “So. What’s this?”
“What?” She blinked. “Oh. Oh, yeah. It’s a movie.”
His heart did a little flippy thing. “A movie?”
She stood and sauntered closer. He liked seeing that light, that confidence back in her eyes. “I want you to watch it tonight. Memorize it, just like the book.” Holy crap. Just like the book? “And I’ll give you a quiz tomorrow.”
His belly plunged. “Tomorrow? Aren’t you coming over tonight?”
Her lips curled in a wicked smile. “No. I would only distract you.”
She wouldn’t.
She would—
“That’s your assignment. Watch the movie tonight, as many times as you have to, to memorize every aspect of it. But you cannot touch yourself. You cannot come. Do you understand?”
A shiver of dread skated down his spine.
“Do you?”
“Yes.” A whisper.
“Yes what?” she hissed in that way.
“Yes Mistress.”
* * * * *
It was a most miserable couple of days.
Also—the best of his life.
Chapter Fifteen
Sara glanced at Jack across the conference table, barely able to contain herself. Little did he know, she had something very naughty planned for her bad boy tonight. Their gazes tangled and his cheeks went pink. As though he could read her mind.
Or maybe it was her toe making its way up his pant leg.
She’d been aggravated to round the corner into the boardroom to find Jenny sitting in Sara’s usual seat by Jack’s side. She’d pouted for a minute, but only a minute, and then realized she could just as easily torment him from the other side of the table.
This position was maybe even better. Because he had to look at her.
She drew in a deep breath. He tracked the rise of her breasts, fixated on the plunging neckline, lingered on the cleft of cleavage revealed by the undone buttons. One too many undone.
God, she loved distracting him in these boring meetings. It was—
“Sara?”
She blinked. Oh. Were there other people in the room?
There were. They all peered at her expectantly.
“Um, yes, Tristan?”
Her boss, the CEO of the company that employed her, drummed his fingers on the table. “Would you like to join us?”
“Huh?”
“I asked if you could give us an update on the proposal for Harper.”
Harper? Who the hell was—oh. Yeah. The monstrous project she’d been working on for months. “Sure.” She quickly toed her shoe back on and came around to the front of the table to launch into her spiel.
It was annoying to have to focus on work. Because all she really wanted to think about was Jack. The revelations and revelry of the past couple days. And tonight.
Somehow she made it through her presentation. Somehow everyone understood the words coming out of her mouth. They all nodded and asked questions and apparently her answers were cogent enough to escape ridicule.
All the while, Sara was plotting how to corner Jack in his office and spring her surprise on him.
So it was extremely annoying when, after the meeting adjourned, Tristan asked her to remain behind.
Her belly dropped.
Sara watched through a dismal haze as everyone else left the room—Jack and Jenny chattering and laughing and God, was that her hand on his arm?—while she remained in her seat like a miscreant called to the principal’s office.
What was worse, Adam stayed too.
Adam and Tristan comanaged Trillo-Maris. Whenever someone was called into a meeting with them both it was never good.
Oh. And then it went from worse to worser.
Much worser.
Adam shut the door.
Sara gulped.
Had they found out about her and Jack?
Tristan had this bug up his butt about employees fraternizing—even though he had fraternized the hell out of Shannon. Adam had done the same with Kat. But still. They were the owners of the company. She was only the marketing director.
A ball settled in her gut.
Was she going to be fired?
Or worse, were they going to tell her to break it off with Jack?
She glanced at the coffee bar, wishing she’d grabbed a cup. She needed something to bolster her composure as Adam and Tristan took their seats across from her at the suddenly ominous mahogany table.
Tristan scrubbed his face with his palm.
Her heart hitched. If this was good news, he wouldn’t have to scrub anything with his palm.
“Sara…”
“What?” She didn’t intend for the word to come out so sharply but panic was starting to rise. She couldn’t help it.
Tristan and Adam exchanged a look. Adam cleared his throat. “Sara…”
“You said that already.”
“Sara…”
Seriously?
Tristan steepled his fingers. “We’re worried about you.”
A gush of relief flooded her. “Worried? About me?”
Adam nodded. “You’ve been so…distracted lately.”
“Not that your work isn’t top-notch.”
“No. Oh, no. Your work is always top-notch. But…”
“We’re worried about you. You know. Your mom and everything. We wanted to have a chat and see if there’s anything we can do to help.”
Oh. Lovely. Now she felt like crap.
She was distracted because she’d been obsessed—like, totally obsessed—with her newfound sex toy and they thought she’d been pining over her mother’s illness.
Guilt coiled in her belly.
“We want you to know that we value you as an employee. We’re delighted with your work.”
Adam nodded. “We have been ever since Jack insisted we hire you.”
Sara stilled. Confusion and shock rippled up and down her spine. “Excuse me?”
Tristan jabbed Adam with an elbow. “He meant we’ve been delighted with your work since we hired you.”
“I heard what he said. Jack insisted you hire me?”
Again. Tristan. Scrubbing his face. With a palm. “We weren’t supposed to say anything.”
“We didn’t like the idea at first. Didn’t think we even needed a marketing director but, Sara, you’ve quadrupled our business. And we know it.” Adam scrambled to cover his faux pas but the cat was out of the bag. Sara knew. Knew the truth. She had this job because of Jack. Warmth suffused her. Her heart swelled. Jack…
“At any rate…” Tristan huffed a sigh. “If you need anything—time off, help with plane fare or to talk about it—we want you to know you can always come to us.”
Oh. Damn.
Tears pricked her lashes.
God, she loved these guys. She loved this place.
And she felt like a steaming pile of shit for lying to them. But she had to. They couldn’t know about her and Jack. They would be so disappointed with her. “Thank you. I…appreciate that.”
Adam handed her a tissue and she mopped up.
“Anything.” Tristan’s expression was so serious, so sincere, it only made her feel worse.
“Yeah.” Adam nodded. “Anything.”
“I… Yeah. Thank you.”
They both studied her, eyes wide and full of sympathy, as though she were a wounded bird.
If it wasn’t so damn sweet, it would be exasperating.
“Okay. Well. Thank you both. I appreciate that. But now I have to get back to work. Is there…anything else?”
“No.” Adam shot a look at his brother.
“No. Just that. We’re here for you.”
“Yeah. We’re here for you.”
Sara nodded. “Thank you.” She pushed back her chair. “I have to get back to work.”
“Sure.”