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  “That’s the game he honed back in Bumper, Iowa. At least it’s a game I’m familiar with.” Sarah’s smile spread ear to ear.

  “You’re cooking up something good, Pepper.” Maria hugged herself. “I can hardly wait. And until Adam gets off his high horse, I don’t have to share you.”

  “There is something to be said for that,” Sarah said, with a gleam in her eye. “Yes, I believe we ought to have a photo shoot in the gazebo this afternoon. When do you think we can get some of your women friends to show up for picture shots?”

  “Whenever you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready.” Sarah rose and marched into the kitchen.

  Maria opened Adam’s office door quietly and entered, bringing him a second cup of coffee. She placed it on his desk. “Are you okay?”

  Heaving his shoulders and avoiding direct eye contact, he nodded. “Sure, why not?”

  “I could think of a few reasons.”

  His gaze settled on hers. She witnessed pain before he was able to hide it.

  “How was she?”

  “Succulent.” Maria wasn’t going to lie. “You know, like when you take the first bite of lobster soaked in butter. It is so scrumptious you’re not sure you dare take a second bite for fear it will disappoint. That’s Sarah.”

  A flash of emotion flickered across Adam’s face before he muttered, “I know. But you took a chance and went back for more. So will you take her from me?”

  Startled, Maria chose her words carefully. “You’ve done little to hold onto her, if that’s what you want.”

  “I took her slow,” he said, defensively.

  “Right. Even then you threw it back in her face by leaving her bed.” Maria didn’t quite know how to respond to this Adam who was slumped before her. He’d always seemed so strong—defiant, when necessary, but always resilient.

  “I don’t know what I want from her.”

  “If you want to use her up and send her back to Chicago, you’re making good progress. If you want to hold onto her as more than a whimsical sex toy, then you’re doing a damn poor job. Maybe you should be practicing the art of seduction—romantic seduction, that is.”

  He raked his fingers through his hair. “Maybe I should throw both of you out.”

  Maria glared at him put her hands on her hips. “That’s your choice.”

  Adam stared stoically back at her.

  “You’re fighting a myth, Adam. Sarah was right when she said she’s not your teen angel or youthful fantasy. She’s capable of bleeding. And thank God, she’s capable of loving.”

  Without waiting for a response, she spun on her heel, leaving Adam to brood alone.

  - o -

  Two weeks later, Adam fumed while trying to concentrate on contracts spread across his desk. Sarah Atkinson wasn’t as adept at seduction as he’d supposed. Either that, or she was damn slow. Oh, she’d made suggestive remarks and made sure he hadn’t forgotten what her body looked like.

  Her nipples often loomed large behind silk and her pussy frequently played peek-a-boo from behind short skirts. Once in a while, she’d bend over to pick up a stray piece of something from the floor he hadn’t noticed. It was those times when her entire gorgeous ass came into view. That view was intoxicating. There were so many things he wanted to do to her ass, but he’d stayed in control of his lust thus far. Barely.

  While he’d been trying to appear unaffected, Sarah and Maria had found an endless number of ways to enjoy themselves. Maybe he wasn’t needed. He’d watched his women a few times from the anteroom, but that amounted to self-flagellation, which he wasn’t into, so he stopped watching. The gazebo was another of their favorite love nests. And he hadn’t been able to pull himself away from the scene of Maria eating Sarah poolside. Sarah had sat spread-eagled on the pool’s edge while Maria remained in the water.

  They made time to swim each afternoon. They always swam in the nude. It had only been a matter of time before the pool became another venue for sex. He’d never been invited to join them for a swim. He should just go out there some afternoon and dive into the water. It was his damn pool.

  Sarah had rolled her big round eyes at him when he caught them going at it in the kitchen. She was propped on the kitchen counter with her thighs wrapped around Maria’s head. She’d blown him a kiss and given him a small wave before he could turn and exit. Her squeals followed him down the hallway to his office. He should’ve at least pulled out his cock and plowed into Maria’s bare ass. But that thought hadn’t even occurred to him until he was slouched at his desk.

  They’d taken over his bedroom. He never attempted to kick them out. Life seemed simpler that way. He’d moved his stuff to another of the guest rooms. That was temporary. The day of reckoning was approaching. He’d allowed the women to get away with far too much already. They derived some perverse satisfaction in taunting him. That was not seduction. Pretty soon he’d have to reestablish his claim on them or move out.

  Picking up a pen, Adam checked off several boxes on a contract and wrote a note to question the content of another. He checked the time on the grandfather clock in the corner. It was half past ten. The women had gone to bed a half hour earlier—to his bed.

  He scowled at the clock. Enough was enough. He pushed his swivel chair back from the desk and stalked toward the door.

  - o -

  Reluctantly lifting her mouth from Maria’s pussy, Sarah glanced up to see Adam entering the bedroom. If there had been a rap on the door, she hadn’t heard it. Her heartbeat skipped. Had he come for her? She knew immediately when Maria realized they were not alone. Her pussy chilled as soon as Maria’s warm mouth left it. They’d been on their sides, leisurely nibbling each other, in no hurry to get anywhere. They’d been quite satisfied prolonging their journey—until Adam barged in.

  He stalked defiantly to the edge of the bed. Sarah did everything she could not to cower or giggle. She couldn’t decide if the red-faced intruder looked enraged or comic.

  Maria rolled onto her back and broke the silence. “What does your presence mean, Adam?”

  Adam’s cock poked through the fold of the green robe he wore. “What do you think,” he spat out, surrounding his cock with a fist. “I’ve been celibate for two whole weeks. Enough is enough!”

  His gaze bore into Sarah. “I’ve come to fuck Maria—that is if you don’t mind too much.”

  Sarah’s flesh chilled. He was furious with her. He would deny her again. So much for trying to make him jealous. She and Maria had thought that might be enough to bring Adam around to their way of thinking. Apparently not.

  Holding her chin high, Sarah clambered off the bed and reached for her clothes, preparing to leave the two of them alone.

  “No,” Adam commanded. “You stay.” He pointed to one of the chairs. “You might as well watch in here. It’s a better view than from behind the mirror.” He sneered. “Don’t you want to hear your lover’s screams of delight?”

  “But...”

  Her protest was drowned out. “Stay!”

  “It’ll be okay,” Maria assured her. “We can’t expect Adam to go without a woman forever. His virility might shrivel.” Maria winked at Sarah. “In the long run, that wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

  Sarah quickly stifled a giggle when she saw the dark glower Adam cast her way.

  “Don’t say a word,” he snapped. “Try not to make a sound. Though I’m sure that will become more and more difficult.” He shrugged out of his robe and nodded at Maria. “On your hands and knees, woman. It’s time. Past time.”

  “Yes, Master,” Maria chided. “Anything for the Master. I love it when you take me from behind.”

  Hoping the longing on her face wasn’t as obvious as that on Maria’s, Sarah settled on the settee trying not to be overcome with jealousy. Why wasn’t it her he wanted on hands and knees? Why couldn’t she at least help?

  Adam slapped Maria’s butt cheek and palmed her pussy before catching Sarah’s eye. “You have her nicely prime
d. But I’m taking over now.” He held his cock in one hand and gathered Maria to him.

  Sarah felt her eyes strain at the sight of Adam’s cock disappearing into Maria.

  Maria arched her neck, licked her lips and pushed back against him. “Jesus, it’s good to have you in me again. I’ve missed you.”

  “Me too, Maria. Me too.” He leaned over Maria’s back and trailed his lips down her spine.

  That small gesture spoke more of love to Sarah than she’d imagined the man was capable of. She squeezed both of her breasts while watching him take Maria slowly. The two of them fit together like gloves. Her darker skin only accentuated his masculinity. They worked together like a team—each partner ably reading the subtle cues of the other, cues Sarah hadn’t even begun to learn.

  Maria shifted her position so her head and shoulders carried her weight, freeing a hand to fondle their point of mating. Adam groaned but showed no signs of wanting to pick up their pace.

  He peeked at Sarah and gave her an undecipherable grin. “You do like to watch, don’t you? I’ve never seen your nipples so extended.”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “I didn’t know I did until recently.”

  “Tell us what it does for you, Sarah,” Maria said. “You’re looking hotter by the moment.”

  Emboldened by Maria’s smile and grateful she was being included, Sarah tried to answer honestly. “The two of you are a visual turn on. I’m not sure a different couple would do the same for me.”

  “I hope not,” Maria said.

  “Aren’t you jealous?” Adam huffed, making a show of pulling nearly out of Maria before refilling her.

  Sarah stared at Adam. “At first, maybe. Not really. You two look perfect together. You are so synchronized. Envious, maybe, but not jealous.” She lowered her hands to her pussy. “And you haven’t put your cock in me since I arrived, Adam.”

  She parted her labia and was pleased to see the tension mount across Adam’s face. “Maybe I should be angry with you, but how can I be jealous of Maria?”

  “That’s sweet, Pepper.” Maria beamed. “His cock is delicious. It’s nearly splitting me. Too bad he can’t be inside both of us at the same time. Play with yourself, girl. Don’t be left out. Bring yourself off. I love to watch you when you come.”

  Maria flexed her butt, grinding against Adam. He couldn’t hold out much longer and they all knew it.

  Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself, too? This wasn’t Sarah’s idea of a three-way. But it’d work. “Why not?” She worked two fingers into her moist channel. “I can put on a show, too. How long will you deny yourself my pussy, Adam?” He glowered at her and she stretched her opening. “You fit quite nicely. Remember?”

  “Doesn’t she have a saucy looking pussy, Adam?” Maria said. “So delicious and so hot.”

  Spurred on perhaps by both women, Adam started churning in and out of Maria.

  Sarah rose part way out of her chair and began riding four fingers.

  Adam pummeled Maria until he howled as if to a full moon. His pent up sexual energy uncorked in a savage fury. His fingernails scraped Maria’s back and the force of his hips moved them both up the bed. Maria squealed beneath him, riding his fury. She laughed and screamed her ecstasy in Spanish.

  Sarah laughed aloud as her orgasm swept across her. She couldn’t stop laughing. Why was she laughing? He’d rebuffed her. But there he knelt still buried in Maria, fully spent, gulping in air, looking like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

  Gasping, Maria settled on the bed and then began to giggle with Adam still covering her. Adam wasn’t laughing. To her chagrin, Sarah saw him turning beet red. He might have released sexual energy, but clearly not pent up anger. Trying not to laugh, she slowly pulled her fingers from her pussy and awaited the fire of his temper.

  To her surprise, he abruptly pulled out of Maria, backed off the bed, grabbed his robe, and without bothering to put it on, stalked toward the door. After hearing the soft thud of the door, Sarah glanced quickly at Maria.

  Grinning broadly, Maria waved her hand, beckoning Sarah. Sarah fell into Maria’s outstretched arms. Neither woman could contain her giggles.

  At last, Maria said, “I do believe we’ve cracked the Master’s exterior.”

  Sarah nodded. “You and he are magnificent.”

  “So are you and I,” Maria replied, stroking Sarah’s hair. “So are you and he. So will the three of us be. Trust me. You’ll see.”

  “I am trying.” Sarah cuddled against Maria’s bosom. “I just wish it was easier.”

  “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be half the fun.”

  Sarah snickered again. “He did look outrageous kneeling behind you with his cock going limp, trying to look casual while the two of us laughed our heads off.”

  Chapter Six

  The next morning Sarah stood in front of Adam’s desk waiting for him to acknowledge her. Conversation at breakfast had been light. Adam smiled to himself, ignoring her shifting from foot to foot. She could wait a little longer. He congratulated himself on doing quite well, given the embarrassing situation of the evening before.

  Actually, that wasn’t so bad. He’d been able to screw the woman who’d become important to him and watch the woman he’d dreamed about so often masturbating. He and Maria might have turned Sarah on, but Sarah’s brazenness had turned him on, too. He narrowed his eyes, remembering the sight of her fingers disappearing deep in her body only to reappear to tantalize her and her audience. More than once he’d almost lost track of what he was doing. If Maria’s back and hips quivering beneath him had been any indicator, she’d also been quite excited watching the woman from Chicago ride her own hand.

  He sighed before looking up at Sarah. He still had no idea what he was going to do with this woman in the long run. She stuck like epoxy. And she was right. It had been a mistake not to screw her since she’d arrived in his house. He’d have to rectify that untenable situation sooner than later. But he had face to save.

  He set a letter aside. Her cute ass would look quite fine draped over his desk. He shook his head, ridding himself of that image. She hadn’t earned his cock. Not yet.

  He glanced up and held her gaze steady. “What can I do for you, Sarah? You seem a little uncomfortable.” He saw a pink blush start to creep up her throat and smiled. “I trust I’m not the cause of any discomfort.”

  Sarah folded her hands primly at her waist. “First, I do apologize for laughing at you last night. I don’t know what got into me.”

  He waved her apology off. “It’s good you have a sense of humor. I’m sure you’ll need it again before you fly back to Chicago.” That sobered her nicely. “Are you buttering me up for something?”

  She ignored his jibe. “You know I’ve been doing photo shoots for a number of the women Maria helps find jobs. They need updated portfolios.”

  “How could I miss that fact?” Adam leaned back in his chair. “Most weekdays there are three women in the morning. They stay from a half an hour to an hour. You work in the dark room most afternoons—that is, until you and Maria go for your swim in the nude, which is often followed by an afternoon snack. I’m sure a little taste now and then is needed to tide the two of you over until evening.”

  “I didn’t know you paid such close attention to my activities, Adam.” She jutted out her chin. “And you could join us in the pool.”

  “I wouldn’t want to interfere with your afternoon snack.”

  “We don’t do that every time.” Her lips curled up in a smile, taunting him. “Here I thought you were a hungry man. But then maybe your appetite is waning with the years. Too bad men are slowing down just when women are peaking.”

  “I’m sure Maria is giving you a peak experience,” he huffed. “And you seem to be holding your own with her. So did you just barge into my office to trade barbs with me, or do you have some other scheme clogging that pretty little head of yours?”

  “I wanted to talk with you about the women.” She pushed hair
back off her brow. “Adam, I want you to help some of those women.”

  “What?” Adam shifted back in his chair. He had enough headaches already without getting involved in Sarah’s charity cases. “I already subsidize much of their work.”

  “I know you do—and that did surprise me.” Sarah frowned. “But no matter. Many of these women are completely naïve when it comes to financial planning. I’ve talked to several who are experienced enough to be making some pretty good money, but it goes through their fingers like water.”

  He crossed his arms. “And I’m supposed to help them manage their money?”

  “How are they ever going to get ahead if they can’t even balance a checkbook, see no value in saving, and haven’t a clue about investing?”

  “True.” He arched an eyebrow. “But why should you care?”

  “Why not?” Sarah stretched to her full height. She was still quite short, but she did look especially cute when piqued. She was definitely on a roll. Nothing seemed to inspire his women more than a cause—unless it was sex.

  “They are decent women,” Sarah rattled on. “Some have kids to feed. Many have keen senses of humor. They love to tell their stories and I love to listen. They deserve to know how to preserve the money they work hard to earn.”

  “And they’re not bad to look at either.” He studied her closely. How involved was she with these women?

  “Many are quite pleasing, actually.” She ignored his unasked question. “I’m doing my best to show off their best assets—whatever they may be. The women seem quite pleased with their portfolios.”

  Adam grimaced. “I imagine they are. So what did you have in mind for me to do?”

  “You could begin by meeting them in small groups.”

  “I’ve never been much into the group thing, into orgies.”

  “Adam!”

  “Okay, sorry. I imagine I could put together some resources for them and walk them through the basics. What else? It didn’t sound like that’s all you expected from me.”