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CHAPTER 24

Sarah

My heart pitter-pattered. Every bit of me was revved up for my dinner date with Ari. I had less than fifteen minutes to get ready. Knowing Ari, he would be here on time.

With Catherine gone and her ridiculous color-coded filing system done, I snuck into her office and used it as a changing room, locking the door behind me in case someone like Ike barged in. Quickly, I got undressed and slipped on the sexy dress Ari had sent me. The antique-filled space had a large gold-leafed mirror. I gasped when I saw myself standing in the silver stilettos and the hot pink sheath with its thigh-high slit. Once again, the words of the West Side Story song, “I Feel Pretty” whirled around in my head. Just like Maria, I looked stunning and entrancing. This was still a Sarah Greene I was not used to. Or might ever get used to. Beneath my slinky dress, I was stark naked. No bra. No panties. Ari was right again. I did look better with color.

High-heeling my way to the elevators, I passed by Fernando’s cubicle. His eyes popped when he saw me. “Holy fuck! Is that you, chica?” I smiled at him. “Bebé, you are going to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning.”

The bright smile on my face grew melancholy. I knew that I would not be spending the night with Ari. Not now. Not ever.

“I don’t think so,” I sighed, wondering if I was totally insane and setting myself up for an epic disaster.

“I want to hear everything,” called out Fernando as I continued to the elevator. “Todo!”

I descended in the elevator with all eyes on me—male and female alike. I felt uncomfortable and was relieved to find Ari’s limo waiting for me in front of the office building. Upon catching sight of me, Andre immediately leaped out of the car and opened the passenger door. I slipped into the back seat, this time more gracefully than before. I was getting good at this.

Ari was dressed in an expensive dark blue suit, a crisp blue and white striped dress shirt, and a jacquard tie that matched the color of his eyes. His business uniform. God, was he gorgeous. So, so gorgeous. The dizzying effect he had on me was always the same. It was as if I was encountering him for the very first time.

All the doubts I had dissipated as he gazed at me. His eyes glimmered with approval and a hint of something else. Lust.

“Saarah, you look hot,” he said in that velvety voice.

I felt hot. My temperature was rising rapidly, with the heat wave centering right between my inner thighs. Holy shit. I was already dripping with desire and hoped I wouldn’t stain the silk dress.

I jerked a little as he moved his deft hand onto my thigh—the one the slit exposed. He caressed my flesh.

“So smooth. So sexy,” he purred as his hand made its way upward.

My pussy was tingling with anticipation. It didn’t have to wait long. His fingers massaged my honeyed folds, arousing me with pleasure. I dug my fingers into the leather seat to stop from squirming.

“My princess, you’re always so deliciously wet for me,” he whispered in my ear after nibbling the lobe. He dipped the tip of his velvety tongue inside it, making swirling, succulent circles while his middle finger mimicked the motions down below.

I closed my eyes and moaned as my bud hardened into a marble. Then I jumped. He had inserted something high into my pussy. I could feel it pulsating against the walls.

“I thought we’d share a couple of appetizers before dinner,” he said, his voice deep, sexy and as smooth as cashmere.

“What’s that you just put inside me?” I managed between moans.

“Just a little vibrating egg. I hope it won’t spoil your appetite.”

If anything, it was making me hungry. Ravenous for his magnificent cock to sate me.

As if he read my mind, I heard him unzip his pants. He placed my hand on his length; it was already thick, hot, and hard. And oh so big! I could already taste it.

“I know you’re hungry, Saarah,” he teased as my fingers curled around it, absorbing the heat. “I prefer women with a healthy appetite.”

Without interrupting the flow of motions between my legs, he slid off the leather seat and onto to his knees before me. My eyes, now half-open, met his. They glinted with wickedness.

“I’m hungry too.” He cast his eyes down at his enormous cock. “Suck!”

Holy shit! He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I’d only done this once before with a guy at college who’s dick was no bigger than my thumb. How was I supposed to fit this monstrosity in my mouth?

Without overthinking, I bent over and wrapped my lips around the wide crown. My tongue rolled around the hot, velvety flesh. The sweet-salty taste was like a delicacy. A total turn-on. With a hiss, he pushed my head down the shaft with his free hand, urging me to explore. My tongue ran along the back of it, savoring the flavor and smoothness. Yes, I was hungry, and I was going to eat him. My head bopped back up and immediately went down again, this time deeper. I gripped my hand around the base and worked that area as my mouth slid back up and then right back down again, this time taking him to the hilt. His length swelled inside my mouth, filling the hollows of my cheeks. My eyes glimpsed his back arching as he groaned.

“Oh baby, you suck me so well. Take it all.”

His words were music to my ears. And the exquisite expression on his face, a work of art to behold, knowing I made him feel this way.

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