Page 65 of Wanted

“Are you okay, Sara?” he asked, his hand brushing over her upperarm.What is going on?He was actinga little too familiar with my woman and it pissed me off.

Before I even realized what was happening, my feet propelled meforward. I might not have been a hundred percent better, but I was well enoughto kick his ass.

Sara saw me coming, took notice of his hand on her shoulder and suddenlylooked slightly panicked. She knew what was coming and did her best to handlethe situation before it spiraled out of control.

Moving a little to the right, his hand slipped away. “Yes. Thankyou, Michael. I’m fine.” She shot me a look as I breached the space between us,but no amount of silent pleading was going to stop me.

As I was about to reach out and throttle him, I heard him say,“Don’t worry. Mr. Devera will be as good as new very soon. He’s making so muchprogress already; it’s only a matter of time.” Michael still hadn’t realized Iwas directly behind him. “I’m doing my best to make sure he doesn’t overdo it,but maybe you could do your part, as well.”

Both of us looked on in confusion.

“What do you mean?” she asked, perplexed.

Michael had the decency to realize what he’d said, but hecontinued on nonetheless. “It’s my job as his therapist to ensure his wholebeing is in sync with itself. And sometimes…” He faltered for a quick second. “Sometimes,it means certain needs have to be met so he can give his all to fully recuperating.”

I like where this isheaded.

My anger had suddenly disappeared, smug satisfaction taking itsplace as I smirked at Sara. I’d been saying the same thing to her ever since Icame home, but she ignored me, telling me it would do more harm than good.Now that Michael said it, she’ll have totake it more seriously.

“I….I, uh…I don’t knowwhat you mean.”

“We’re all adults here,” Michael responded. “Sex is the best wayto release the endorphins, which is vital for a positive attitude. Which, in turn,translates to a quicker recovery.” He took a step back and bumped into me. Givingme a faint smile, he finished with, “Don’t worry. He’s good enough for somelight activity.”

My cheeks hurt with how big my smile was.

“What are you grinning at?” She chuckled. I had to admit, seeingSara slightly embarrassed was adorable.

“You heard the man, baby. And he knows what he’s talking about.” Ibreached the distance which separated us and pinned her against the wall. “Iwant to start the other part of my therapy. Right now.” I crushed my mouth tohers before she could utter a word.

For once, she didn’t fight me, knowing full well she needed me asmuch as I needed her.

Michael quickly gathered his things and left the room, notwanting to bear witness to what was about to happen, even though, in part, hehad a hand in it. I had to make sure to give him a big raise.

~43~

Sara

I think my face was still red, but I never had any time to dwellon my reaction before Alek worked me into such a frenzy, I didn’t think I wouldever recover.

Pulling me from the room, he rushed me up the stairs then downthe hallway to our bedroom. Once inside, he wrapped his arm around my waist andpulled me into his hungry embrace. “I’ve missed you more than you couldpossibly know. Finally,” he exhaled, “I’ve been given the green light to makeyou scream.” He toyed with my lips, running his warm tongue over the top of them,stopping once in a while to nibble on me as if I was his afternoon snack.

When I tried to deepen the kiss, he suddenly backed away.

“What are you doing?” I panted. I was already squirming where Istood, an intense ache spreading all over my body as he continued to stare atme.

“I’m only doing to you what you’ve done to me for weeks.”

“You’re purposely teasing me?” I pouted. “What I did was becauseof your health.” I retreated, his eyes intently following me.

“Are you upset, sweetheart?” he asked, still confused as to why Iwas putting distance between us.

“No,” I said, a little too blasé. “I can always take care ofmyself.” Fiddling with the hem of my dress, I said, “Do you want to watch?” KnowingAlek loved to watch me touch myself, I heard him gasp at my brazen tone. Surely,he thought he’d had the upper hand. Clearly, he was wrong. Pulling up thebottom of my dress, I first exposed my white lace panties. His eyes widened. Drawingthe material up further, I flashed my taut stomach then my matching bra. Agarbled sound erupted from his throat, his satisfaction clear in the way headmired me. Finally, I hoisted the damn thing over my head and tossed it to theside, standing in front of him and waiting to see what would happen next.

“What now?” he groaned, adjusting himself through his workoutshorts.

Never taking my eyes off him, I slipped my fingers under the lacematerial and slowly rubbed myself. “Are you going to make me finish myselfoff?” My hips bucked forward as a small gasp fell from my lips.

Knowing it wouldn’t be long until he gave in, he removed hisshirt and shorts until he was standing in front of me with nothing but hisboxer briefs on. The outline of his steel cock made my mouth water. All of myattention was fixated on him as I continued to stroke myself into oblivion.

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