Page 74 of In the Works

“Fuck.” She moaned as she felt me inside of her channel.

I couldn’t believe how excited she was, how desperate she was to have me.

We continued like this for a minute, my fingers pressing deeper and deeper as hers massaged my clit. But I pulled back and whispered to her. “I want to take you back to mine and have you in my bed.”

“Okay.” Sarah nodded. Straightening herself up, she prepared to head home.

I raised an eyebrow. “We still have dinner.”

Licking her lips, Sarah’s shoulders dropped as a look of desperation took over her eyes. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.”

I let my hands gently run down her arms from shoulders down to her hands, warm from touching me. “I need you well fed for what I want to do with you.”

With a giggle, Sarah relented. “Dinner it is.”

I intertwined our fingers and guided her back to the door. Pushing it open, I felt Sarah looking back at the gallery. The sounds of the city rushed to our ears as late night diners headed back to their apartments and cars zipped past.

“Do we need to lock up?” Sarah scanned the block, looking to see who else would handle it.

Shaking my head, I squeezed her hand and kept us walking. “The owner lives upstairs, she gets notifications when the doors open so she’ll come down and lock it.”

The answer provided a strange amount of relief for Sarah as her shoulders eased and she followed me down the street.

“So where is this dinner?” Sarah rubbed her chin, suspicious of my plans.

With a wink, I shrugged. “You’ll have to wait and find out.”

36

SARAH

With each blockI grew more suspicious of where Vic was taking me. But I tried to trust her, she’d never disappointed on one of our dates before.

It was a longer walk than from the helicopter to the gallery and this walk took us deeper into the Lower East Side where the buildings began to really tower overhead.

Now that the sun had fully set, a relieving breeze blew through the streets. About five blocks later, just as my feet were starting to dislike the very expensive heels on my feet, Victoria slowed and grabbed the door handle to a high rise.

I looked up the length of the building and raised an eyebrow. Part of me expected her to take me to some fancy restaurant, but now I had no idea where dinner was going to be.

Once I brushed past Vic, she put her hand on my waist and guided me toward the elevator. She clicked the up button and the doors swung open. Once we were inside, she clicked “penthouse” and pulled me closer.

As the elevator rocketed up the forty plus floors, Vic lowered her voice and rumbled into my ear, “I’m glad you worebothof my gifts.”

I bit the skin of my lower lip. “I wanted to show you my appreciation.”

Vic’s eyes wandered down my cleavage, sneaking another glance at the deep v-neck of the black gown. Just looking at her eyes, I could see how hungry she was for me. Dinner was a necessity for whatever she had planned for me that night.

Before we could get carried away in each other’s eyes, the elevator doors swung open and a hostess smiled at us. She held her arm over the door as we exited, ensuring the elevator wouldn’t get too eager to close.

My jaw dropped as soon as I saw the view out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Overlooking all of Manhattan, the penthouse had a panoramic view. The Freedom Tower to the Empire State Building all the way to the end of Central Park could be seen from here.

The hostess smiled gently. “Welcome, Miss Bradley and Miss Greenwood. Can we take you to your table?”

Victoria nodded. “Yes, please.”

While I stared at the incredible view, Vic herded me toward our table. By the time I managed to pull my eyes from the view, I was stunned again. The venue itself was gorgeous. It must have been an old apartment unit that had been turned into a small restaurant for New York’s elite.

A few small dining tables were scattered around what must have been a living and dining room. A fireplace burned in the center, glowing a gentle orange.

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