The Reunion (4 page)

“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 faintly. “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?”

He glowered and raised his hand. “Waiter,
check, please. Hurry!”

“But Adam, we haven’t had dessert.” She
pouted like a disgruntled teenager.

“I’m looking at dessert,” he huffed.
“And unless you want to be eaten right here—which I am quite capable of doing—you
will keep your mouth shut until we reach my house.”

“Yes...”

He squeezed her hand. “Now!”

Her soft nod did nothing to erase
the gleam in her eyes. She knew she’d bested him at his own game.

Damn, she was turning out to be a
lot more than he’d expected. Passion? She had it in bushels.

- o -

How badly had she infuriated Adam? She’d
turned the tables on him and he didn’t like it one bit. Neither of them had
said a word until they’d arrived at his bedroom, and then he’d been cryptic. “Stand
right there,” he’d commanded.

And there she stood, facing a floor
length mirror with Adam standing behind her looking darkly at their reflections
in the mirror. She locked her gaze on his and reached behind her for the tie of
her dress.

“No,” he said, hoarsely. “I’ve
wanted to do that all night.”

She leaned her back against his
chest and arched her neck forward. He lifted her hair and unknotted the tie. His
lips grazed her bare neck. Shivers coursed throughout her upper torso.

“Lean your head back against me.” She
rested her head on his shoulder. Each of his hands fondled the underside of a
breast. He avoided touching her nipples, which if they could speak, would have
begged for attention. She remained silent.

He slid her dress down over her
hips. He drew an earlobe into his mouth and chewed on it. He rimmed her navel
with a finger. She moaned her applause for his efforts. He was playing her like
she was a finely tuned instrument. She was his bass viol propped against his
chest. At last, one nipple found relief between his thumb and finger. His other
hand traced the thin line of hairs leading to her pussy. She wet her lips. Adam
Granger could definitely do slow.

She nestled her butt against his
crotch. He pinched her nipple until she squealed. “No,” he said, “stay still. This
is my game.”

His game! She’d show him. She tried
to concentrate on anything but what his fingers were doing to her labia, or his
breath on her ear. She marveled at the king-sized bed. He hadn’t invited her to
his bed yet. The bedroom was huge, with a couch, three soft chairs and several
doors. One door led to a bathroom and the other to a walk-in closet. Mirrors
hung strategically at both ends of the bed and along one side. It was a room
constructed for lovers and voyeurs. She relished being both.

She caught his eye in the mirror and
watched his fingers move across her glistening pussy folds. He slid down her
back until he knelt on the floor. His teeth nipped first at one butt cheek and
then the other. He peeked around her to see if she was paying attention to
their reflection.

Apparently satisfied, he plunged a
finger into her throbbing channel. Her gasp was involuntary. His tongue moved
back and forth from one butt cheek to another. A second finger entered her
pussy. He bent her over slightly.

His tongue pressed against her anus.
She strained forward on her toes. It had been years since she’d felt a tongue
there. His muffled laugh reached her ears. He clutched her buttocks tight,
pushing his tongue inward.

“Son of a bitch,” she sighed. This
wasn’t what she’d expected when he said she’d be his dessert. This surpassed
her expectations.

He gave her no slack to gather
herself. His fingers assaulted her from the front and his tongue from the backside.
She gritted her teeth. Her head threatened to explode. Her brain couldn’t keep
up with his movements. Had his fingers met his tongue somewhere deep inside
her? Was she a vessel of liquid nitro? If so, he was more than jostling the
vessel.

“Stop,” she screamed. “No! Don’t
stop. Adam. Adam. I can’t take any more.”

He didn’t heed her plea. It was his
game. She wasn’t even a player. She didn’t care. She was beyond caring. Her
body quaked. His fingers drove harder—if anything, deeper. His tongue reamed
her over and over. Her thighs quivered. Her legs gave way. Boneless, she collapsed
against his frame. She had no choice. He’d turned her into quivering jelly.

“It’s okay, babe,” he soothed. He
petted her pussy with an open palm. “It’s okay. You shatter like a fine piece
of crystal. You have such a beautiful pussy and such a gorgeous ass. I’ve never
had a better desert.”

He lifted her in his arms and carried
her to the bed. He tucked her under the covers. His fingers brushed against her
forehead. As if from a distant, foreign place, she heard him softly say, “Sleep
soundly. When will you learn that you can’t tame me? I’m beyond you. Way
beyond.”

- o -

Behind the one-way mirror, Maria
pulled the still humming vibrator from her pussy. Adam had put on quite a show
for her. What had gotten him so pissed that he hadn’t loved Sarah? He’d only
brought her off—thoroughly, but rather abruptly. Here she’d been prepared for a
long evening. Good thing she hadn’t made the popcorn. Maybe he’d purposely saved
more of himself for her.

She shook her head. She knew from
experience that Adam was easily capable of satisfying more than one woman on any
night.

Maria pulled down her skirt and
wiped the vibrator clean. Patience. She’d have to have a lot of it. She could
just about taste Sarah this evening. Adam had placed the dark-haired visitor
standing so she had a perfect frontal view. Sarah’s round tits were as splendid
as she remembered from earlier in the day.

She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth
into those fleshy nipples—and her pussy? Wow! Not quite hairless. A trim line
of soft curls marked it. Her clit had been a sight when it peeked out from
beneath its folds. She hugged herself. She hadn’t been able see what he was
doing to her ass, but it wasn’t hard to imagine what the naughty boy had been
up too. He was her man, after all.