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  “That would be neat. I’ll bet you have some great photos.” Alicia turned the doorknob and turned. “It wasn’t all a tease, you know. You did make me hot.”

  “I know. Thanks for the compliment,” Sarah said, “I think. I’ll see you next week.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Aren’t you going to be late for your swim with Maria?” Adam arched an eyebrow at Sarah, who had at least rapped on the door before entering his office.

  He hoped he didn’t appear too envious. The women shared something he wanted to be part of. It was so much more than sex. Yet while their relationship intrigued him and drew him, it also scared the hell out of him. His ambivalence kept him awake at night.

  Maybe two women was one too many. No, he could deal with two women. He was more than man enough to do that.

  “I told her I needed to talk with you,” Sarah said evenly, giving away nothing. “Is this an okay time?”

  “Have a seat.” Adam pointed at a chair opposite the desk while stepping around to sit in a chair opposite her.

  Sarah sat and crossed one leg over the other at the knee.

  Although concealing more of her than he liked, the long blue dress with black buttons down the front looked quite sexy on Sarah. He knew she usually wore long dresses or long skirts for her photography work. This one hardly made her unappealing—though she probably didn’t do photo shoots with a half dozen buttons open down the front. That dress wasn’t designed to be left unbuttoned nearly to the navel. Her breasts managed to remain tucked in, somehow. She’d obviously dressed to grab his attention. It hadn’t occurred to him a woman could look so provocative in a full length dress. But then this damn woman would be sexy in a traditional nun’s habit. “What’s on your mind,” he asked, figuring she knew what was on his.

  “How did your meeting with Rachel go?” Sarah asked, pushing strands of hair from her face.

  The slight bob of her breasts as she rearranged her hair made him smile. She was stalling.

  “Fine. You were right. She did have some specific questions. We talked a lot about a balanced stock and bond portfolio. She’d done a fair amount of homework. I gave her some additional pointers. If she follows through, she should be fairly nicely set by the time she retires from the industry. Though I think she has aspirations for directing.”

  “That doesn’t surprise me. Rachel is about as level headed in regards to business matters as anyone I’ve known. She has a head for marketing.”

  “She has a head for more than marketing.” That made Sarah’s cheeks flush—good.

  “You should know. I didn’t come here to talk about Rachel.”

  Adam shrugged. “I didn’t think you did.”

  “I had an initial photo shoot with a young girl named Alicia.” Sarah paused and frowned.

  “So.”

  “Her story is quite gripping.”

  “Many are, I suppose. So what did she have to say that has you so edgy?”

  “She can hardly be twenty. Her family has rejected her because of her being in adult films.”

  He flashed and eyebrow at her. “That surprises you?”

  “Yes. No. I don’t know.” Sarah clasped her hands at her waist. “Alicia seems quite bright and quite determined to work her way to the top of the industry.”

  He shrugged. “So she has to accept the consequences.”

  “Including the loss of her family?”

  “Apparently. So what does any of that have to do with you, with us?” He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not going to try to save her from the jaws of the porno world.”

  Sarah scowled. “Of course not,” she stammered, uncrossing her legs. “Alicia has to make her own choices. She has a beautiful body and some decent acting skills. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she doesn’t achieve her goals of stardom. It’s just that she’s carrying a lot of baggage. She’s struggling with acceptance, including self-acceptance, I think.”

  “So you’re a therapist now?” He crossed his legs. It was nice seeing Sarah out of control.

  “No.” Sarah exhaled through pursed lips. “I’m simply thinking that some of these girls, maybe also some of the older women who are reaching the end of their stage careers, could use a place to come and talk freely and confidentially about whatever concerns them. You have the business acumen, Maria has the connections and gut for what these women have to contend with inside and outside the industry, and I have marketing experience and a sympathetic ear.”

  “Ah, yes. The sympathetic ear. You want to turn us into Ma and Pa Kettle. What did Maria say to this half-baked scheme?”

  “She’s for it as long as we keep it informal and include no professionals. It would be a self-help support group.”

  “Sounds like a bitch session to me.” He paused. There was an expectant hope in Sarah’s eyes. Like Maria, she could plead her case well. “If you and Maria want to put something like that together, it’s fine with me, as long as it doesn’t become too time consuming. But count me out. I’m not playing nursemaid to a bunch of young girls who thought the ticket to fame was their pussies only to discover the rest of the world thinks they’re some sort of freaky nymphos.”

  “Adam!” Sarah sat straighter. Her rigid jaw was that of a fierce defender; she really had become committed to her girls. “You don’t think that. I know you don’t.”

  “I didn’t say I did. I’m just saying what others think isn’t something that should be so important. The world would look down on my lifestyle, too. But I don’t spend a minute worrying about that.”

  “You’re also thirty-eight years old. You’ve had to make your way over some tough hurdles, too.”

  “That I have.” He steepled his fingers. “I’m looking at one of the largest.”

  Sarah’s eyes sparkled. She relaxed and gave a small smile—the first he’d seen since she entered his office. He knew immediately when she shifted from the role of defender to provocateur.

  “I’m glad I’m near the top of one of your lists.” She undid one more button on her dress.

  Only her stiff nipples kept those delightful breasts from springing free. His gaze lifted to her mouth which had bowed into a seductive pout. Adam drew in a breath. “You must be getting quite warm?”

  Ignoring his question, she said, “Now that we have our business settled, are you going to fuck me, or should I let you get back to work and meet Maria for our swim?”

  Adam tensed; his already rigid cock strained for freedom. “Why don’t you undo one more button, and we’ll both find out.”

  Her eyes snapped with invitation and challenge. She moved a hand slowly to the button in question and undid it. Her fingers held the fabric over her breasts and then let it fall. Rosy nipples lengthened before his gaze. His arousal strained against his zipper.

  “Beautiful,” he mumbled, quickly covering the distance separating his chair from hers. He pulled her to her feet and dropped his mouth on a breast.

  “Nice,” she murmured, raking fingers through his hair. She massaged his neck, pressing him tight against her chest. “It’s hot in here.”

  Chuckling, Adam swirled his tongue over the round orb, relishing the taste of Sarah’s warm flesh. Meanwhile, her hands moved with urgency to his belt. He gave her room until his cock leapt into her hands. Her fingers encircled his width.

  He groaned and brought his mouth to hers. She met his kiss with her own. It was a bruising kiss. Her hands continued stroking him until he had to back away. “You’ve become one hungry, sexy lady. Haven’t you?”

  Her eyelashes lowered and then lifted. “Maybe I always was, and you failed to notice.” She parted her lips and her tongue darted out like that of a snake. “Think of what you could have been having since you were sixteen.”

  Roughly, Adam grabbed his temptress by the hand and half dragged her to the desk where, without urging, she bent over and braced herself on the wooden surface. He flipped the long dress over her back, baring her ass. He clutched a creamy butt cheek in each hand tryi
ng to stay focused.

  She widened her stance. “If you’re going to spank me again, could you be a little more vigorous? The last time I hardly got warm.”

  He growled something unintelligible. “I should spank you until you cry for mercy.”

  “But you won’t,” she responded sweetly. “If I spend much more time bent over your desk waiting for you to decide what to do next, I’ll need to bring my own reading material. Reading contracts upside down is not my cup of tea.”

  Adam ran the head of his cock along the crease of her pussy. “Damn, you’re already wet.”

  Sarah giggled. “What did you expect? I’ve been sopping ever since Alicia tried to seduce me. She is very good.”

  Adam chilled. “But apparently she didn’t satisfy you.”

  “Of course not. She was way too young for me, but when she crammed my pink dildo in her ass, I creamed. She was tempting.”

  “Shit.” Adam rammed into her pussy.

  Sarah’s knuckles whitened as she secured her perch on his desk.

  “Tempting is one thing,” he grunted. “Remember my warning. No other women.”

  “I didn’t forget.” Her voice rose. “But you could be a bit more forceful, Adam. Don’t make me regret waiting for you instead of taking Alicia when I had the opportunity.”

  Her words flipped a switch in his brain. He lost track of everything but bringing the quivering flesh beneath him to a fevered pitch. He repeatedly drove in and out of her, ignoring her wails of delight. She hovered on the edge of an orgasm that she’d apparently been prolonging much of the afternoon.

  But she’d have to wait a little longer. He pulled out of her and laughed when he saw her grimace.

  “What are you doing, Adam? Don’t leave me hanging like this,” she hissed. “You bastard.”

  He grabbed her arm to keep her from fondling her clit. “You won’t have to wait much longer. But you should learn to be more patient.” Adam spread her ass cheeks, positioned his cock at the entrance to her anus and watched himself sink slowly in until meeting with resistance. He paused and dragged his fingers down her shoulders and back.

  “Ah,” she moaned, scrunching her shoulder blades. “So you want my ass at last.”

  “Don’t try to pretend this is new for you. I saw you take Maria’s strap-on with ease when the two of you were banging Rachel. Remember?”

  “How could I forget?” she said, demurely. “It took you long enough, though. But if you’re half that good this will be a most delightful afternoon. I’m ready. Fill my ass.”

  If he had planned on going slow, her words trumped his plans, if not his sanity. He thrust all the way into her ass.

  “Oh yeah. So sweet,” she cooed. “You fill me so nicely. Even more than that false cock of Maria’s. It is hard to beat flesh. Hard flesh, that is.”

  “You’re really pushing me, aren’t you?”

  “I hadn’t noticed,” she said, clenching her butt. “I thought you were fucking me in the ass—or did you forget? You’re not that old, to forget what you’re doing. Are you?”

  “Jesus,” he growled. He clutched her shoulders in both hands and pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in. He repeated that simple action over and over.

  Sarah arched her neck and wailed. “I’m coming,” she screamed. “Come in my ass, Adam. Don’t hold back. Don’t pull out, please. Fuck me. Fill me.”

  Her ass sucked him deeper into its dark interior. Her body blurred before his eyes. Her interior pulled him by his roots and then his brain crashed. There was little thought and no feeling other than the pulsing of his cock. His balls emptied and ached. She wailed for more, but he didn’t have any more.

  Gulping air, he collapsed over her backside. Her neck burned his face. Where had they gone to? Would they ever return?”

  The first sound penetrating his awareness was Sarah humming softly. He kissed her ear.

  “Welcome back,” she whispered.

  “Been here all along,” he groused.

  “Right.” She canted her head so she could see him. “For the record, that was much, much better than the strap-on.”

  “Thank God.”

  “I knew it would be. In my college years, I was an aficionado of ass fucking. You just moved to the top of the A list.”

  “Glad I’m at the top of one of your lists.”

  “That was so good I wish you could fuck me again.”

  Adam chuckled against her neck. “You need patience—a lot of it. Hopefully, I can find enough strength to get off you.” He caressed her neck with his tongue. “That was spectacular. I don’t think I’ve met a woman who can do more with her ass than you can.”

  “Practice. Patience is important. But patience without practice equals zero.”

  “You’re sure as hell not a zero, Sarah Atkinson.”

  Sarah wiggled her butt. “Neither are you, Adam Granger.”

  - o -

  “So how did your meeting with Adam go?”

  Sarah righted herself on the flotation tube she lay on next to Maria’s. The sun warmed her aching muscles and the soft sounds of water soothed her frayed nerves. All of her senses were still jumbled from taking Adam in her rear. She’d surprised him with her eagerness, but he’d also surprised her by losing control. “So-so, and splendid!”

  Maria laughed. “I don’t have to guess which part was splendid. Guess I no longer have to hold his hand while he fucks you.”

  “Guess not. He managed quite well without any handholding.” She batted her eyelashes. “My ass is still humming a thankful tune.”

  “Wow.” Maria chewed her lower lip. “I didn’t think it’d take him long to get around to that. He can get carried away buried in an ass.”

  Sarah felt herself blush. “I noticed. Maybe that’s what was best about it. He couldn’t hold back if he’d wanted to. He was all mine and I took everything he had.”

  “That’s fine as long as it’s not habit forming—that is, fucking him by yourself.”

  Sarah peeked at the strained look of her friend. “It won’t be, and you know it.”

  “I trust that.” Maria cupped her hands and started paddling her float. Sarah did the same to keep up with her. They stopped in the shady part of the pool. “We don’t want to get you burned. That’d put you out of commission and that wouldn’t be good at all—for any of us.”

  “Not at all.”

  “So I take it Adam wasn’t too keen on your idea about a self-help group our girls.”

  She shook her head. “Expect he thinks it’s too touchy feely.”

  “Adam,” Maria snorted, “could use a little more touchy feely.”

  “So how do we decide who to invite?”

  “Guess he didn’t veto our moving forward with this project.”

  “He knew he couldn’t stop us if we wanted to go on without him. Unless he wanted to kick us out.”

  “And he’s not ready for that.”

  “Hardly. He seemed quite satisfied with our unspecified arrangements this afternoon. So how do we begin? Do we set an age limit?”

  “No, I don’t think so. Women of all ages have issues, and younger women can learn from the older ones and vice versa.”

  “I’ve noticed.” Sarah gave Maria a knowing look.

  “There used to be a premium on young women in the industry. There still is, but as the industry moves more and more to creating films for couples and for women, the potential roles for older women are expanding. Actually, a number of women who were quite successful in their teens and twenties and then retired are coming back in their late thirties and early forties.”

  “Really. Forties. I’m thirty-eight.”

  “Not too late.”

  Sarah shook her head at Maria’s crooked smile. “Won’t happen. Don’t even think about it.”

  “Just kidding. But my point is the audience for adult film is expanding to include older couples and women. So we shouldn’t exclude anyone on the basis of age. Or on any other basis, as far as I
’m concerned. Let’s invite them all. We’re only working with twenty or so girls. I expect only a handful will want to participate.”

  “Why such a small number?”

  “Many of these women pride themselves on being private. Some will have no need for such a group; they’ve got their shit pretty together, at least for the moment. Others will deny they have issues. We may get a half-dozen takers. As word of mouth spreads, we may pick up a few more if the word is positive.”

  Sarah tried not to flinch under Maria’s hard stare.

  “But it’s their group,” Maria insisted. “We’re only helping out. They determine what they want to talk about and if they want to talk at all.”

  “Of course. We only want to provide a safe place for them to talk about whatever. If they want to share their most glorious moments, that’s just as important as talking about matters that continue to nag at them.”

  “Sounds like you’ve been in these kinds of groups before?”

  Sarah nodded. “After my second divorce, I figured I needed to do something. I found a group that accepted me without applying lots of pressure. Over time, I dredged up some crap I wasn’t even aware I was carting around. Yeah, it’s different, but similar.”

  “Guess we’re all women—facing acceptance, rejection, longing for fulfilling relationships, integrating family expectations, dealing with significant others—male or female, raising children and managing aging bodies.”

  Sarah reached over and squeezed Maria’s fingers. “I haven’t notice you struggling much with an aging body.”

  “Why do you think I swim laps and go down to our gym?” Maria’s eyes turned wistful. “Plus I do have a biological clock ticking. Sometimes it pounds in my ears.”

  “You mean children?”

  “Uh huh. Having children is as ingrained in me as breathing. I won’t be a complete woman without bearing children.”

  Sarah winced.

  “I’m sorry,” Maria said, quickly. “I forgot.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve had to come to grips with not being able to have children. It still hurts now and then. So do you think you really want to be a mother? Or is it your family, your genetics talking?”