Chapter 18
All Luca’s teasing did nothing but rile Sarah up some more. Instead of making Luca wait for their date that weekend, Sarah snuck into her office late Friday morning under the pretense of coordinating a meeting on her behalf.
Within five minutes, they were going at it like teenagers behind the 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 girlfriend informed her halfway through their tryst. “What do I have to do to get them off you?”
“Put a deadlock on your door.”
Luca thrust two fingers deeper into her, sending Sarah halfway off her lap with nothing but lust shaking her limbs. “Anyone walking in would already see us fucking, Angel.”
Good for her for being able to speak coherently while they had sex in her office. Because Sarah had long forgotten how words worked.
“Rather not have my tits flopping around for everyone to see.”
“Not even me?”
She had stopped moving, which encouraged Sarah 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 heart rate. How slowly Luca moved in and out of her.
It had its moments over letting her fuck her as hard and fast as possible, but when it came to hookups in the office, Sarah preferred hard and fast.
“In that case…” Luca’s hands encased Sarah’s cheeks. The intent was there. “Stop moving.” Sarah stilled in her lap, Luca’s fingers teasing her 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 indulging in mutual oral sex in the office while the world continued to move around them.
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 sapphic spitroast with two Feeldoes or an Eiffel tower from strangers who may or may not have known each other, an orgy or a gangbang during someone’s birthday party.
Angel would do it if it gave her any semblance of a thrill.
Sarah had shut down those parts of herself after Russell 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 Luca’s lap, who leaned back with her eyes closed, “you’re going to have to seal the deal, Ms. Blackbourne.”
She languidly watched Luca fix 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.” She tossed a tissue into the trashcan.
Sarah leaned down and gave her 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.
Luca likewise pretended to look busy with her work.
When Danica was finally admitted with a push of a button on Luca’s desk, she would never have guessed that her assistant and best friend were up to hanky panky while on the job.
“If you don’t mind, Ms. Clayborn,” Danica said with little regard for where she stood, “my wife needs your assistance with something.”
Sarah spared her girlfriend a loving glance before leaving her office. By the time she reached the door, Danica and Luca were already discussing an upcoming conference call with backers from Hong Kong.
She found Mrs. Moreau 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.”
Sarah slipped the folders into a nondescript cloth tote bag. “Ma’am?”
“Please. I accidentally left my bag there last night. If you could bring it to me before I go home to the penthouse tonight, I would greatly appreciate it.”
She said this with a low voice so Abby wouldn’t hear.
While the other assistant certainly knew about the Moreaus’ secondary home, she probably didn’t know that it was a renovated sex dungeon.
Oh, sorry, I mean it’s their getaway place for when their huge six-bedroom penthouse is too stifling, or whatever.
Sarah didn’t want to know what kind of a kink an eight-month pregnant woman was allowed to get up to, but she also knew that Alicia Moreau had greater appetites beyond the millions of Twinkies she ate every week since hitting her third trimester.
Drop off the folders. Pick up the bag. Sarah would be back before the day was over, and she and Luca could spend their Friday evening fooling around back at someone else’s penthouse. Luca had promised her a romantic date all weekend, and it was starting in the bedroom.
Sarah was soon in the back of Mrs. Moreau’s car again, her driver barely asking where they were going before gunning it for those Old Town brick walkups near the marina.
Sarah texted Luca that she had to step out for work errands for a couple of hours, but would stop by the office before she left, for sure.
“Just in case, I can always come by your place later. I know where you live.”
She then texted Nigel, asking him if Carly was coming over for dinner that night. A part of her wanted to make a family thing out of their dates.
“Sounds fine. I’m sure Carly will love to meet her. I’ll bring home a pizza and salad if you bring the drinks.”
Drinks, huh? Was he talking high-end beer or middle-of-the-road wine? Beer. It’s a beer night. Sarah chuckled to her phone as the car pulled up in front of the lawyer’s townhouse.
That went without incident. It was what happened when she walked back toward the idling car that shook her for the rest of the evening.
A few houses down, Jill Blackbourne emerged from her ex-wife’s car, Victor’s hand in hers. Jill didn’t pay any attention to the woman standing near the end of the street, too frozen to move.
Not because she saw her girlfriend’s ex-wife. That didn’t concern her.
But because Victor saw Sarah.
“Hi!” He waved, his smile as big as Luca’s when she was happy. “Hi, Sarah!”
Jill stopped halfway across the small front yard and yanked on her son’s hand. He pointed to Sarah, who scrambled to get into the back of her employer’s car and out of Victor’s line of sight.
“Who are you talking to?” That was the last thing Sarah heard before the door closed. When the car passed Jill’s residence, she tried not to look out the window. Unfortunately for her, curiosity won out.
Luca’s ex-wife had her son scooped up in her arms, a terrible glare shooting in the direction of the sleek black car that spent way too much time on that street. Sarah forgot to grab Alicia’s bag before returning to work.