INDISPENSABLE: Part 2 (8 page)

What an evening. The whole world had indeed drifted away. Sarah had laughed with Brock, and flirted. As unreal as that situation was, it honestly felt like a real date. Two people being playful, not talking about anything too deep and dark, but being honest and respecting each other by just not going there with the questions.

Sarah talked a lot about life before her parents hit the rails, and a lot about her baby brother growing up being five years her junior and the wonderful times they’d had together. She spoke of a lot of the fun times she’d had with Bella, and her friend’s crazy, outspoken antics.

Brock, too, had shared many childhood memories of happy times shared with his parents at a young age. Sarah had giggled at his stories and related to many a crazy teenage idea. She’d really laughed at his retold attempts at cooking, and how he’d worked young to enable himself to buy precooked food so he didn’t starve to death.

She was on cloud nine when they finally took the hour’s drive out of Paris to Brock’s cottage in a small village in the country. The driver pulled into the driveway and stepped out to collect their bags that had been spirited from the plane—along with clothing bought for her and Romeo and Juliet.

It was almost midnight, and Sarah yawned.

“Lucky I got Cinderella home before the clock struck twelve.”

“I’d have changed back into my old favorite clothes by magic.” Which to her right now was a great idea. The whole gown thing was wonderfully romantic, and it made her feel more feminine that she ever had, but the whole holding in the tummy, walking up straight, making sure every hair was in place to do justice to the outfit had lost its shine.

“I’d prefer the bra and knickers.”

“No arguments from me. Dressing like a princess is overrated.”

“You don’t mean that.” Brock put on his pretend dejected face.

“I don’t mean that, no. The evening was the most beautiful I’ve ever had. But I couldn’t do it every weekend. It’s very high maintenance. Thank you, Brock, for thinking of me. When I said romance, I was meaning the interaction between you and I—not flying to Paris for dinner and you spoiling me rotten.”

“I’ve no doubt we’ll both make up for it when we get back home. But all is going well there. They can do without us for a day or two more.”

Brock got out of the car and came around to open her door. He offered a hand to help her step out. Sarah accepted and gathered her gown around her with the other hand. It was chilly out here now, and she felt a few spots of rain hit her shoulders.

The place was shrouded in darkness, but what lighting was on the outside showed a very traditional brick building with dark roofing. Two large windows faced out with the bright door in the middle. It almost looked normal and not over-the-top lavish.

“Hurry. I think it’s going to…”—the sky opened up and the rain smashed down on them—“…downpour.” Brock laughed and scooped her up into his arms, running for the front door. “Too late.”

Sarah laughed as the cool rain hit her body. Brock was being all perfect again, and as they burst through the front door, two wagging tails and lolling tongues greeted them in excitement.

Brock kissed Sarah on the cheek and set her down on the floor, then he knelt down in his tuxedo and gave his two dogs a good rollicking greeting. Sarah managed to get a pat in on their heads and went further into the cottage to find a bathroom. She needed to shower and dress into normal clothes for a while. She could also do with a coffee. As she went further into the wonderful cottage, she saw how far from ordinary it was.

Expensive French artworks adorned the walls and cupboards. All the soft furnishings were expensive brocades and velvets. The curtains were intricate but heavy, cream-colored lace backed by brighter colors. A large leather chesterfield lounge suite filled the sitting room, and a fire was already burning in the grate.

Sarah took a guess and headed for a door. She opened it and looked in. No, that was an expansive kitchen. She walked to the next one and popped her head through the open door. A marbled bathroom with a shower and large bath greeted her.

She could still hear Brock playing with the dogs so she went in and closed the door. Fluffy white robes hung behind it. Perfect. She could pop one on and find her clothes later.

Then, she began to remove her jewelry and placed it carefully in a ceramic bowl on the countertop where the hand basins were. She let her hair down, and it covered her shoulders again. It was rare to wear it up in such a fashion, but she was glad she did because Brock placed many a soft kiss and teasing nibble on her neck over the course of the evening.

Sarah had certainly proved a point to herself. Life did go on—even if she wasn’t punishing herself with twelve-hour days in the office. She had the job she’d been striving so hard for. The unattainable was in her pocket, and she just didn’t know how that really made her feel. On the one hand, yay! But on the other, what was left to work towards except getting a billionaire out of trouble and making him more money.

So was it the position she’d really wanted, or the impossible? She reached her hand around to find the top hook of her dress to lower the hidden zipper. Then, she tried with her elbows up and hands reaching down behind her. Finally, she unclipped the hook from the tiny eyelet. Brock came in behind her, his jacket and shirt already gone.

Sarah gasped at the perfectness of his tanned and strong body. She’d never get used to seeing him unclothed. How could she not admire the beauty of him. Supremely male.

“Here, let me get that for you.” He moved in behind her and drew down her zipper. His skin touched her skin all the way down to finish just below her tail bone where he drew a light circle with his fingertip. Sarah shuddered and slipped her dress off the front of her body. Brock held it at the sides and lowered it enough for her to step out of it.

She turned to him in her bustier that held her breasts high and firm and showed a lot more than the dress had. It cinched in with pink silk and lace at the waist and flared to her hip and thighs with frilly lace. The shade of pink was lighter than her dress.

The tiny panties hadn’t given her nay trouble slipping down or riding up, and the suspender belt was still in place holding the lace-topped silk stockings in place. Her diamond-encrusted stilettos topped it all off.

She stood before Brock feeling more naked than when she’d been naked. This outfit was made to entice. Designed with making a sexual connection burst into flame. He eyed her up and down like a hungry raptor and placed each of his large hands on the countertop on either side of her. He leaned in closer with his head.

Sarah took a deep breath and her heart hammered. She felt like her agreement was about to get thrown out into the rain. She was like trapped prey being toyed with by the carnivore.

“Sarah. I never thought you could look more beautiful than you did in that dress. But you look positively edible out of it.”

Sarah swallowed and put on a brave face. Somehow she knew this was touch and go for Brock as far as control went. “Now you know how I feel every time I see you out of clothes.” She swallowed and met his gaze.

“If I wasn’t covered in dog slobber right now. You would be in a lot of trouble, agreement or no agreement.”

“In that case I’m keeping the underwear, and we shall revisit the outfit one day. Right now, let’s shower and go snuggle in that gorgeous four-poster bed you have in there.”

“I’ve never slept in there before. It’s brand new, and I usually just have the smaller room.”

“I like the thought of that, Brock. Thanks for telling me.”

He stood up and took off his suit pants, letting them drop to the floor. Then, he stripped his underwear off and opened the shower door. The showerhead was large and round, and the water would fall down on them like rain, and she noticed a few side jets as well, presumably to massage with sharper streams of water.

“Not fair. I didn’t get to see you in your underwear for long.”

“You’d better get undressed, or I’ll have you in here wearing them.”

“That’s your job.”

“What?”

“Undressing me. I like it when you undress me. Slowly.”

His dark, hooded eyes studied her. “You do like living dangerously, don’t you?”

“You don’t want me getting bored do you?”

“I swear, the second the clock ticks over on that twenty-four hour agreement, I will have you my way and you will beg me to stop making you come so hard.” He unclipped her bustier from behind and punctuate each clip with his words. “I’m going to slide my tongue inside your incredible, hot pussy and taste how aroused you’ll be. I’ll bind you in silken ropes, with your legs open, and I will take my time bringing you so close to orgasm you’ll want to attack me.”

He unclipped more and more and her breasts, now heavy with need for his touch, heaved with each breath. “Your nipples will welcome the tight clips to punish them for being so needy, and your cunt will contract so tight, it will take me all night to get my hard cock inside you. But I will. I will get it inside you, and fuck you. And you won’t be able to touch me.”

The bustier fell to the floor after Brock had unclipped it from the stocking tops carefully. Then, Brock hooked his fingers in the panties and pushed them down. They fell to the floor.

He turned her to face him and pushed her back so her ass cheeks hit the cold marble. She gasped, but he just gave her a predatory smile. He raised one of her legs and unclipped her shoe. He was very gentle about it.

Then, he touched up near the stocking top and his burning fingers felt like they’d left a mark in her tender flesh. He rolled the stocking off her leg but instead of letting her leg lower to the floor, he pushed it back. She bent her knee, and he pushed her leg out a little. He knelt between her thighs and drew in the scent with his nose.

Sarah trembled with excitement. He knew how to play her.

“You smell so sweet, Sarah. Sweet and tasty.” He placed a kiss onto her pussy lips. She shuddered.

He let her leg down, and her foot rested on the floor again. Without standing up he removed her other shoe and rolled the other stocking down and off. “There. Now you are ready for a hot shower.”

He turned on the water and the steam rose in the air. Brock stepped under the falling water and held his hand out to her. Sarah stepped in with him. There was a lot more room than in the jet, but less time.

“We need to get clean and get into that bed.”

“You’re eager.”

“I’m afraid jetlag will hit me before I get a chance to make love to you and then my time will be up.”

“Good plan. I’m all for that.”

“Are you really, Brock? Are you ready to make love to me, emotions and all?”

“Yes. You’ve shown me the life I’ve been missing holding all of this inside all of the time. I’m ready.” He washed her hair and put in conditioner.

“I’m the same. I know this isn’t a miracle cure for all my issues with life and the world, but for a little longer I can pretend I have another life. The life I dreamed of as a little girl. I understand that it’s not all the answers to happiness, but it’s a start.”

“Exactly.”

“Have you spoken to someone from the company?”

“I have a private line to Jason. He said everything is okay.”

“What about Rick. Did they pick him up and charge him?”

“They didn’t have enough to hold him. He’s clever. But he can’t get to us here, so when we get back I’ll go and see if I can appease him somehow.” Brock rinsed her hair clean and Sarah turned to wash him.

“Okay. Well, can I ask that just until we get back, we don’t talk about anything at home? We just live in the moment. It’s going to be hard enough to think about it all when we are headed home, and I expect, we’ll be seeing less of each other personally.”

“It might be easier while this all gets cleared up.”

That wasn’t the answer she’d wished for, but it was the one she’d been expecting. “I agree.” Which, of course, she didn’t inside. She just wanted him to say, ‘Stuff the world and let’s be together.’ But that couldn’t happen. But what could happen was her showing him how to be with her and give himself to her without being in that manic control state.

She rinsed all the shampoo and soap off his hair and body. He looked at her. She could tell he was nervous. The atmosphere had changed. Sarah took his large hand and led him out from under the water, then she turned off the flow. They dried themselves in silence. The sexual tension was so thick in the air you could cut it with a knife.

This was what she’d waited for since she’d written her agreement. She was so ready for him right now after making him come earlier and not having an orgasm herself. The whole night had led to this point in time, and Sarah needed to be brave and take Brock there. She knew she had to throw every reservation she ever had to the wind.

To get Brock over the line, it had to be authentic which meant she had to make love to him with every part of her, as if they were to be together for the rest of their lives. This was risky for her, too. The bed beckoned with its rich brocades and satin sheets. Sarah pulled back the covers and slid in, encouraging Brock in beside her.

He slid into bed, and she pulled the covers up until some body heat generated.