Page 70 of Empowered
Chapter 17
All her teasing did nothing but rile her up some more. Instead of making Lucas wait for their date that weekend, Sarah snuck into his office late Friday morning under the pretense of coordinating a meeting on his behalf.
Within five minutes they were going at it like teenagers behind Mr. Blackbourne’s desk.
Sarah didn’t usually court this level of risk in her professional life, but since returning from New York, they were hard pressed to wait for the end of the day before giving themselves over to orgasmic sex in all its forms.
Even quickies were worth it, if Sarah was honest with herself.
“You are wearing way too many clothes,” her boyfriend informed her halfway through their tryst. “What do I have to do to get them off you?”
“Put a deadlock on your door.”
He thrust deeper into her, sending Sarah halfway off his lap with nothing but lust shaking her limbs. “Anyone walking in would already see us fucking, Angel.”
Good for him for being able to speak coherently while they had sex in his office. Because Sarah had long forgotten how words worked.
“Rather not have my tits flopping around for everyone to see.”
“Not even me?”
He had stopped moving, which encouraged her to take over the sweet movements rocking them together. Funny, wasn’t it? Whenever Sarah was in control, everything slowed down. Her hips. Her thighs. Her heartrate. How slowly his cock moved in and out of her. It had its moments over letting him fuck her as hard and fast as possible, but when it came to hookups in the office, Sarah preferredhard and fast.
“In that case…” Lucas’s hands encased Sarah’s cheeks. The intent was there.“Stop moving.”Sarah stilled in his lap, his cock filling her up until all she could do was whimper from how good it felt. “I know exactly how I want this to end.”
Sarah didn’t disagree. She had a bit of a kink for getting on her knees at work and swallowing a powerful businessman’s climax.
A kink she didn’t realize she had until now, but a kink nonetheless.
What other crazy kinks do I have?These were considerations Sarah never entertained when she went out and about as Angel. When the blond wig was off, she rarely thought about her sex life beyond a date here or there. What Angel was into and what Sarah wanted from her sex life were two separate things. Angel was up for anything. Backward cowgirl, anal, a spit roast or Eiffel tower from two men who may or may not have known each other, a lesbian orgy or a gangbang during someone’s bachelor party. Angel would do it if it gave her any semblance of a thrill.
Sarah had shut down those parts of herself after Russell Monroe worked his diabolical magic.
“Don’t compartmentalize like this,”a therapist once warned her.“Don’t split your personality to dangerous levels.”Whatever. Sarah was in complete control of her transitions between her real self and Angel the Slut. She swore.
“At some point,” she crawled back into his lap, his half-hard cock pressing against her wet thigh as his head leaned back and eyes closed, “you’re going to have to seal the deal, Mr. Blackbourne.”
He languidly watched her zip up her pants, brush the wrinkles out of her blouse, and rearrange her jacket. “One of these days. When you tell me what you really want.” He put himself away after tossing a tissue into the trashcan.
Sarah leaned down and gave him a sweet kiss. “You know what I want?”
“For the love of God, tell me.”
“You.”
They shared a humble moment before they were so rudely interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
“Shit.” Sarah checked her reflection in a framed painting hanging on the other wall. Lucas likewise rearranged his clothing and pretended to look busy with his work. When Damon Monroe was finally admitted with a push of a button on Lucas’s desk, he would never guess that his assistant and best friend were up to hanky panky while on the job.
“If you don’t mind, Ms. Clayborn,” he said with little regard for where she stood, “my wife needs your assistance with something.”
Sarah spared her boyfriend a loving glance before leaving his office. By the time she reached the door, Damon and Lucas were already discussing an upcoming conference call with backers from Hong Kong.
She found Mrs. Monroe hovering near the assistants’ desk, an apology already written across her face. “Ms. Clayborn,” she said with relief the moment she saw Sarah. “So sorry to have to do this, but could you make another run to Mr. Lowenstein’s place in Old Town? His back is still recovering.”
“It’s no issue, ma’am.” Sarah picked up a stack of folders left on her desk. “Is this all?”
“Yes. Oh, if you could stop by the secondary apartment afterward, I would greatly appreciate it.”
