Page 73 of In the Works

While she was looking at the art, I looked at her. The dress was unbelievable on her. It fit her figure perfectly, accentuating her lush curves. The deep v-neck of the dress perfectly hid what I suspected was underneath. She shifted on her heels, the dress swaying slightly as she did and exposing just an inch of her cleavage.

A flash of red appeared under the stark black dress, sending a wave of anticipation to my center.

Catching me, Sarah raised her eyebrow and straightened her back. The pop of red disappeared from view. “That’s for later.”

My center pulsed at the thought of having her again, desperate to touch her. But I tried to control myself, wanting to take her back to the lake house and make love to her on the bed that had been delivered just that morning.

For now, I needed to pick a piece of art.

Sarah moved on, not waiting for me to finish looking at the more expressionist piece in front of me.

Her jaw dropped as she stood in front of the piece. “Wow.”

It was enough to pull me away from where I stood. Walking to meet her, I let out a relieved sigh as soon as I saw the piece. “Yeah.”

Sarah watched me looking at it, my eyes following the delicate brushstrokes of an abstract expressionist piece. It was the perfect blend of everything in the gallery. There was something sensual about the way the lines drew me in.

“That’s it.” Sarah nodded, deciding for me. “It’s perfectly your taste and it matches the color scheme in the lake house exactly.”

Turning, Sarah faced me head on and cupped my face in her hands. “That’s exactly how you should look at a piece of art.”

My eyes moved from the piece to her soft face. I swallowed hard as I stared into her blue eyes, an entire ocean contained in them. When she looked back at me, our chests fell into sync as our breathing escalated.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me, my jaw clenching as I looked at her.

Tightening her grip on my chin, Sarah pulled me into her. Our lips pressed together, the entire world going silent. I let my hand drop lower on her waist, resting at the top of her ass. The delicate touch made Sarah groan, already anticipating my touch.

I scanned the gallery for somewhere more private, obscured from the wall of glass facing the street. But the desk was the only place I could imagine. It was a glorified cubicle, surrounded by thick white barriers to obscure the secretary from view.

Turning Sarah, I slowly moved us toward the walled white desk. Our heads would be visible over the thick barricade but nothing else – and that’s what really mattered. Once we got there, Sarah pressed her tongue between my lips.

I parted my mouth to let her in, letting my tongue tease hers. She tasted like sweet champagne. It was enough to make me desperate, pressing her against the walls surrounding the desk.

Just as encouraged as I was, Sarah wrapped her leg around mine. My hands fell from her shoulders down her back. I brought them to her chest, letting them lift her breasts slightly. I could feel the mesh teddy under the silk fabric of her dress.

Moaning into my mouth, Sarah opened her eyes to look at me. Her hand rested on the back of my neck where she pressed me closer.

As our tongues continued to play with each other, I let my hand explore down her stomach. I gripped her hips, pullingthem into my leg which parted hers farther. Lowering herself onto my leg, Sarah rocked against my thigh.

I grunted at the pressure, feeling her warm center slip through the slit of her dress and resting on my trousers. Needing something to grab, I placed a hand against the wall behind Sarah’s head. The other gripped her hips and guided her along my leg.

“Fuck.” Sarah’s head rolled back, slamming into the wall. But she didn’t seem phased by it, maybe even moaning a little at the pain. With her eyes closed, she brought her hand to my pants, slowly unbuttoning my pants and sliding her hand inside. She used her fingers to trace my panties.

Moving around to my ass, Sarah giggled. “A thong?”

I nodded as I kept her hips grinding against me. “I thought you’d enjoy that.”

“I really do.” Sarah peeled the trousers down enough to peek at the soft flesh of my ass, letting her hand grab a handful of skin.

A pathetic whimper came out of my throat as I felt the pressure fill my entire body. I would have been embarrassed by how badly I needed her if I wasn’t so enamored with her.

Bringing her hand back to my front, using the thong to guide herself to my center, Sarah slipped underneath the fabric and straight toward my throbbing clit. She was eager, sinking her fingers into my folds without a second of hesitation.

As she began to massage my core, I kept her hips rocking against mine. But with each touch of her pointed fingers, it became harder and harder to keep her pace.

I took my hand off of the wall behind her and let it travel up her exposed thigh toward her warm folds. There, I slid the red teddy I bought to one side of her slit and spread the lips with my fingers.

Her entrance was already soaked, ready to take me. I lifted my gaze to hers and bit my lip before sinking two fingers inside her.

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