The Reunion (3 page)

They’d had a good marriage. The sex
was pedestrian, with the primary purpose of procreation. She hadn’t realized
how traditional Daniel and his family were. They were conservative Republicans
and fundamentalist Christians. After the fact, she learned she’d been quite the
sinner in her earlier years. She did feel guilty about her past, but she wasn’t
about to confess her sins to Daniel or to his mother.

She’d figured out how to fit into a
conservative lifestyle and how to dress to conform to the image her husband
desired. She gave up her aspirations for a career in the art world and
channeled her energies into being an advertising exec and the best wife she
could be. She’d stood by Daniel when he campaigned and won a seat in the
statehouse. She’d been instrumental in his advertising campaign.

And then her life imploded. Doctors
informed her she would never conceive. Daniel became distant. His family wanted
him to run for the US Senate. They concluded that he needed a family to have a
successful go at the senate seat. She became dispensable. She and Daniel
quietly and amicably divorced after ten years of marriage. It was amicable, in
part, because she left the marriage a very wealthy woman.

So she was cast adrift at thirty-two
only to make a second huge mistake. Russell caught her on the rebound. Vice-president
of a Chicago bank, Russell had made a couple passes at her when she was still
married. Once she was divorced, he was relentless in romancing her. He flew her
to Paris and Vienna, where he proposed. How could she possibly have said no?

For him, it was all about the chase.
Once married, he turned cold and ignored her almost as if she was a thought he’d
forgotten. She was a piece of arm candy he’d wanted for years but couldn’t taste.
Once he had her, the fun was over. She’d thought she found a compatible lover. He
didn’t ring her chimes, but he wanted sex often, which had held some promise.

When their marriage started to
crumble she thought refueling their sexual fire might be what was needed. She
suggested that he take her in the ass. Russell turned putrid, dashed to the
bathroom and threw up. He never joined her in bed again. Three years with
Russell was like three lifetimes used up. Their divorce was also friendly
enough, in large part because she became even wealthier.

Since Russell she’d given up on men
and sex. She’d never seriously thought of striking up a relationship with a
woman. Both of her former college female lovers were happily married, at least
as of the previous Christmas.

Even her vibrators must’ve been in
danger of deteriorating from lack of use. That was hardly a danger since she’d
returned from her class reunion, though. Sarah smiled and padded across the
living room. She flopped down on the couch and untied the sash of her robe.

She loved teasing her pussy while
remembering how Adam had satisfied her the night of the reunion. Was she
regressing? She’d played with herself incessantly as a teenager, often
imagining the bad boy of Bumper High. Now she was doing it again, even as a woman
too close to forty.

She threw her head back against the
couch and pushed a finger past her moist slit into her warm channel. She licked
her lips. Damn, he was good. Even better than she’d expected.

She pulled on her nipple before lowering
her other hand to strum her clitoris. She brought her feet to rest on the couch
cushion.

What would he think if he could see
her now?

She held her breath, arching against
her finger. Would he want her?

She didn’t think he’d walk away. She
slowed and caught her breath. Was Adam Granger capable of slow? He certainly
hadn’t demonstrated any desire for slow the night of the reunion, and she hadn’t
complained at all.

Since returning to Chicago, she’d
done some research on the ubiquitous Granger. He lived in Pacific Palisades, no
doubt in one of those large California houses with red-tiled roofs overlooking
the ocean. He probably had a gardener and a maid. Somewhere along the line,
Adam Granger had hit it big. Apparently, he now had a number of ventures to keep
him busy. He certainly didn’t have to work to make a living. Not bad for the
son of short-order cook.

Sarah widened her pussy with a
second finger, maintaining her edge. She clamped down on her lip. She could
orgasm whenever she wanted. Would Adam want her to finish? Or would he try
making her hang on that delicious precipice as long as possible before letting
her freefall into orgasmic bliss?

She blew air through compressed lips
as she probed her interior. She was going to have to do something about Adam
Granger. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life bringing herself off
pretending it was his fingers, his lips, his cock.

Her fingers moved faster. He hadn’t
bothered to call her, but then she hadn’t called him, either.

She rotated her head from side to
side, driving her fingers deeper. Furiously, she massaged her clit. She wouldn’t
call the bastard. Rejection would be too easy.

“Holy shit,” she gasped, lurching
forward, riding her fingers. “I’m coming. Adam, I’m coming for you.”

Chapter Two

Boldly, Sarah rang the doorbell. She
cleared her throat. The house was as large as she’d expected and it did indeed
have a red-tiled roof, as well as a spectacular view of the Pacific.

The door opened and an attractive copper-skinned
woman dressed in a yellow smock greeted her with a friendly smile. “Can I help
you?”

“Yes, please. I’m Sarah Atkinson. I’ve
come to see Adam. Is he home?”

“Ah,” the woman said, assessing her
more thoroughly than she thought appropriate for a maid.

“You are his maid, right?” Sarah
asked, brushing back her hair that was being whipped by the wind.

The woman’s face lit up with a smile
and her eyes snapped. “Do come in. I’m sure Mr. Granger will be pleased to see
you. He does know who you are?”

“Of course,” Sarah stammered,
entering a grand entryway. “We’re old high school classmates.”

“So you know him well,” the woman
said, ushering her to a sitting room. “Wait here, and I’ll tell Mr. Granger he
has a very beautiful visitor.”

Sarah blushed and watched the provocative
maid sashay out of the room to inform her employer.

- o -

Maria entered Adam’s office without
knocking. “Do I have a surprise for you,” she announced, sweeping into the
room.

Would Adam be pleased with his
visitor? She beamed a smile as he gave her a distracted look from behind his
desk. He should be. Sarah Atkinson appeared to be a woman of much promise. Maria’s
loins tingled with anticipation. The classy dark-haired woman she’d just
ushered into the house was stunning. The Atkinson woman’s slight air of
vulnerability only added to her allure. It took balls to track down a man like
Adam Granger.

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 you,” 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.”