The Reunion Page 4

  He glowered and raised his hand. “Waiter, check, please. Hurry!”

  “But Adam, we haven’t had dessert.” She pouted like a disgruntled teenager.

  “I’m looking at dessert,” he huffed. “And unless you want to be eaten right here—which I am quite capable of doing—you will keep your mouth shut until we reach my house.”

  “Yes...”

  He squeezed her hand. “Now!”

  Her soft nod did nothing to erase the gleam in her eyes. She knew she’d bested him at his own game.

  Damn, she was turning out to be a lot more than he’d expected. Passion? She had it in bushels.

  - o -

  How badly had she infuriated Adam? She’d turned the tables on him and he didn’t like it one bit. Neither of them had said a word until they’d arrived at his bedroom, and then he’d been cryptic. “Stand right there,” he’d commanded.

  And there she stood, facing a floor length mirror with Adam standing behind her looking darkly at their reflections in the mirror. She locked her gaze on his and reached behind her for the tie of her dress.

  “No,” he said, hoarsely. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

  She leaned her back against his chest and arched her neck forward. He lifted her hair and unknotted the tie. His lips grazed her bare neck. Shivers coursed throughout her upper torso.

  “Lean your head back against me.” She rested her head on his shoulder. Each of his hands fondled the underside of a breast. He avoided touching her nipples, which if they could speak, would have begged for attention. She remained silent.

  He slid her dress down over her hips. He drew an earlobe into his mouth and chewed on it. He rimmed her navel with a finger. She moaned her applause for his efforts. He was playing her like she was a finely tuned instrument. She was his bass viol propped against his chest. At last, one nipple found relief between his thumb and finger. His other hand traced the thin line of hairs leading to her pussy. She wet her lips. Adam Granger could definitely do slow.

  She nestled her butt against his crotch. He pinched her nipple until she squealed. “No,” he said, “stay still. This is my game.”

  His game! She’d show him. She tried to concentrate on anything but what his fingers were doing to her labia, or his breath on her ear. She marveled at the king-sized bed. He hadn’t invited her to his bed yet. The bedroom was huge, with a couch, three soft chairs and several doors. One door led to a bathroom and the other to a walk-in closet. Mirrors hung strategically at both ends of the bed and along one side. It was a room constructed for lovers and voyeurs. She relished being both.

  She caught his eye in the mirror and watched his fingers move across her glistening pussy folds. He slid down her back until he knelt on the floor. His teeth nipped first at one butt cheek and then the other. He peeked around her to see if she was paying attention to their reflection.

  Apparently satisfied, he plunged a finger into her throbbing channel. Her gasp was involuntary. His tongue moved back and forth from one butt cheek to another. A second finger entered her pussy. He bent her over slightly.

  His tongue pressed against her anus. She strained forward on her toes. It had been years since she’d felt a tongue there. His muffled laugh reached her ears. He clutched her buttocks tight, pushing his tongue inward.

  “Son of a bitch,” she sighed. This wasn’t what she’d expected when he said she’d be his dessert. This surpassed her expectations.

  He gave her no slack to gather herself. His fingers assaulted her from the front and his tongue from the backside. She gritted her teeth. Her head threatened to explode. Her brain couldn’t keep up with his movements. Had his fingers met his tongue somewhere deep inside her? Was she a vessel of liquid nitro? If so, he was more than jostling the vessel.

  “Stop,” she screamed. “No! Don’t stop. Adam. Adam. I can’t take any more.”

  He didn’t heed her plea. It was his game. She wasn’t even a player. She didn’t care. She was beyond caring. Her body quaked. His fingers drove harder—if anything, deeper. His tongue reamed her over and over. Her thighs quivered. Her legs gave way. Boneless, she collapsed against his frame. She had no choice. He’d turned her into quivering jelly.

  “It’s okay, babe,” he soothed. He petted her pussy with an open palm. “It’s okay. You shatter like a fine piece of crystal. You have such a beautiful pussy and such a gorgeous ass. I’ve never had a better desert.”

  He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He tucked her under the covers. His fingers brushed against her forehead. As if from a distant, foreign place, she heard him softly say, “Sleep soundly. When will you learn that you can’t tame me? I’m beyond you. Way beyond.”

  - o -

  Behind the one-way mirror, Maria pulled the still humming vibrator from her pussy. Adam had put on quite a show for her. What had gotten him so pissed that he hadn’t loved Sarah? He’d only brought her off—thoroughly, but rather abruptly. Here she’d been prepared for a long evening. Good thing she hadn’t made the popcorn. Maybe he’d purposely saved more of himself for her.

  She shook her head. She knew from experience that Adam was easily capable of satisfying more than one woman on any night.

  Maria pulled down her skirt and wiped the vibrator clean. Patience. She’d have to have a lot of it. She could just about taste Sarah this evening. Adam had placed the dark-haired visitor standing so she had a perfect frontal view. Sarah’s round tits were as splendid as she remembered from earlier in the day.

  She couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into those fleshy nipples—and her pussy? Wow! Not quite hairless. A trim line of soft curls marked it. Her clit had been a sight when it peeked out from beneath its folds. She hugged herself. She hadn’t been able see what he was doing to her ass, but it wasn’t hard to imagine what the naughty boy had been up too. He was her man, after all.

  “Jesus, Adam, fuck me!” Maria screamed. With her legs stretched over his shoulders, she dug her heels into his back. Her head pivoted from side to side. Adam’s face was a mask of contortion. The smaller guestroom bed, although more constraining than they were accustomed, proved adequate.

  He emitted a hoarse groan. She smiled as his release splashed deep in her body and she gave herself permission to ride the crest of her own waves. She closed her eyes. Could this get any better? Yes, perhaps if she had her tongue buried in the pussy sleeping in the bedroom she usually shared with Adam. Adam’s cock in her cleft and her tongue in Sarah’s, that might be as close to perfection as Maria Ramirez would ever get.

  Gasping for breath, Adam pulled out and collapsed beside her. She pouted at him. “You didn’t have to leave me so soon.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pulling her close. She cradled his head against her breasts.

  “That was spectacular, Adam. Even for us. Maybe we should keep Sarah around for an aphrodisiac.”

  “Maybe. She’s at least good for that.” He idly played with her belly button. “So did you have a good view?”

  “Perfect. You had her positioned just right. She looked better than crème brûlée. Didn’t you give her short shrift?”

  “She got more than she deserved,” he snapped. “The bitch.”

  Maria combed his hair with her fingers. “Poor boy. So she’s not taking orders too well?”

  “Hardly.”

  Maria shuddered when his palm covered her pussy. He wasn’t trying to turn her on. It was his way of showing he cared. She knew Adam Granger very well—certainly better than Sarah did, maybe even better than Adam did. He might have a tiger by the tail in his new woman—in their new woman.

  “So what did she do to piss you off so?”

  He hesitated before replying. “She gave me a blow by blow description of stripping off her panties under the restaurant table.”

  “Neat! So she’s going commando.”

  “Oh, yeah. All the way.”

  Maria giggled. “But you hadn’t planned on the play by play analysis?”

>   His palm patted her pussy.

  “What else did she do?” There was no response. “What else would I have done if some macho guy I admired wanted me to take my panties off in public?” Awareness dawned. “She didn’t.” She grabbed Adam by the hair and jerked his head back so she could see his face. “She brought herself off, didn’t she? She gave you a heads up description of stoking her pussy.”

  Adam scowled. “I didn’t let her. We left.”

  “And that’s why the quickie in our bedroom. No hot loving. Yet, you brought her off expertly. My vibrator matched your fingers. How was her ass? You must’ve been rimming her. Sarah’s eyes grew to silver dollars when she first felt your tongue penetrating her anus.”

  “She was good.”

  “I knew it. Adam, we are truly blessed. She came with such abandon. I wish I had a picture of the ecstasy that woman displayed. Too bad there’s no sound in our little alcove.”

  “Too bad you missed that, Maria.” Adam gave her a half-smile. “She is a hellcat. Meows like a kitten and screeches like a lioness.”

  “But you didn’t fuck her.”

  Adam scowled. “She didn’t deserve that.”

  “So do you think she’ll stay?”

  “She’ll stay, for now. So how long before you seduce her?”

  Maria pulled herself to a sitting position and brushed long strands of dark hair from her eyes. “I won’t seduce her. She’ll seduce me.”

  “Right.” Adam made no attempt to contain his sarcasm. “Hell will freeze over before Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes tries to seduce you. You ought to know that.”

  “We’ll see. So are you going to go back to our bed and join her?”

  “No, I think I’ll spend the night in my office. There’s less temptation there.” He planted a kiss on Maria’s mouth. She sucked his tongue in as much as possible and then let him go.

  After he put on his robe and prepared to go downstairs, he asked, “So what is my maid serving for breakfast?”

  She stuck her tongue out at him. “I may be able to manage scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee. If you’re lucky. “

  “And pussy on the side?” He arched an eyebrow.

  “Don’t I wish.”

  He laughed and headed out the door.

  Maria fluffed up her pillows. Would Adam be laughing if he’d seen the pure sexual delight on Sarah’s face when she came all over his fingers? He’d thought he was punishing her. Adam might have met his match. Hell, both of them might have met their match. Sarah Atkinson didn’t strike her as an innocent cheerleader who could easily be led astray.

  If anyone was to dominate their relationship, it might very well be the Midwestern princess who looked like she’d just won the sexual I gotcha contest when Adam drove his tongue into her ass. Maria crossed her arms over her breasts. No one could convince her this was the first time that woman had her ass violated.

  And she’d lay money on the table that Sarah Atkinson would seduce Maria Ramirez, and not the other way around. Maria pulled on her nose. Not that she couldn’t provide a helping hand now and then.

  - o -

  Slumped in his office chair, Adam sniffed the brandy before swallowing deeply. The resulting fire burned his throat, but did nothing to quench his thirst. The woman upstairs sleeping in his bed had his gut churning. He wasn’t easily confused by any woman. But he’d have to keep his guard up around Sarah. She’d have to conform to his desires—not the other way around. That was the way it was. That’s how it was with Maria—wasn’t it?

  He scowled and swore. How had Maria become his partner in all of this? But she was. She definitely was. He knew she’d watched him bringing Sarah to a boil from the other side of the mirror. He’d played to her as his audience more than once.

  Sarah didn’t seem to mind, but then she hadn’t known they were being observed. What would she have done if she had known? Would she enjoy being watched?

  He drained the brandy. He’d surely find out before this charade was finished. The damn woman was too used to controlling things. No wonder she’d been divorced twice.

  - o -

  Hugging Adam’s pillow tight to her chest, Sarah tried not to think where Adam might be. She’d fallen asleep immediately after her luscious orgasm. He must’ve taken advantage of her condition and left. If nothing else, Adam Granger was an expert at leaving.

  Sarah brought the pillow to her lips. He was also quite expert at loving. She’d nearly fainted when he rimmed her ass with his tongue. This was getting better and better.

  But he was a bit too much into making demands. What was this thing about commando? Maybe it was a California thing. So was Maria commando? Had she been naked under the smock she’d worn earlier?

  Was Adam fucking the maid’s brains out right now? Maybe she should get up and make a room to room search. She settled deeper into the mattress. No, if Adam was banging his maid, so be it. He clearly had enough cock to go around.

  Sarah caressed her breasts. That was a woman who bore watching. She giggled. Particularly if she was commando. Now how was she going to find out about that? Curiosity might kill a cat, but she was no cat.

  She let her fingers find their way to her damp pussy and patted it. “Take a rest, girl,” she whispered. “Looks to me like you’re going to see plenty of action without having to take things into your own hands. Sweet dreams.”

  Chapter Three

  Humming to herself in the shower, Sarah considered what to wear for her first full day as a guest in the Pacific Palisades mansion. It hadn’t surprised her that Adam didn't bother coming back to her bed. She’d clearly cramped his style by showing up unannounced, but he hadn’t kicked her out, and she wasn’t about to voluntarily leave. At least not yet.

  She was having too much fun enjoying playing the naïve good girl. It was a long time since she’d given herself permission to explore her sexuality, and even then that experimentation had been limited by a desire to protect her virginity.

  Nothing held her back now, and she was definitely in an exploring mood. She’d allowed herself to grow stale sexually. She’d been in danger of becoming a thirty-eight year old celibate. According to some researchers, she was supposed to be at her sexual peak. Adam Granger, and possibly even his maid, could greatly help her attain that peak. Of the two, he might require more convincing. Sarah’s nipples strained as she recalled the admiring gleam in Maria Ramirez’s eyes when she gazed unabashedly at her exposed boobs. The maid wouldn’t need much coaxing at all.

  But Adam was as edgy and unpredictable as she’d remembered. They’d only been acquaintances in high school, but he’d always seemed so mysterious racing off on his motorcycle. She’d wondered who he was meeting and what they were doing. She’d even fantasized about riding with him with her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Would she be bold enough to brush a hand against his arousal? And would he be aroused if she rode behind him? But he’d been like a simmering pot on a stove, inviting but dangerous. She’d learned at a young age not to touch a simmering pot. To get involved with him then would’ve only led to scandal, if not worse. But that hadn’t stopped her from dreaming about the dark haired hunk who often seemed angry with the world.

  Sarah lathered her breasts and loins. She’d been reluctant to take a risk with him then. But that was then and this was now. Was she less afraid to risk? Or did she merely have less to lose?

  She massaged her soapy scalp. Would he want to do that for her? Or maybe Maria would. Sarah shivered. Did washing female guest’s locks fall under the maid’s job description?

  Sarah rinsed her hair, slid the shower door open and reached for a towel to dry herself. She’d decided to remain modest in her choice of attire for this initial morning. It might take a day or two to become accustomed to the absence of underwear.

  She pulled a flowered print dress over her head and tied it at the back of her neck. The dress barely reached her knees. She hadn’t packed anything longer. She might have to go shopping if she stayed for any length of time. Sh
e could’ve worn shorts, but that seemed like a cop out. Adam Granger wasn’t going to think she was afraid to show off her body. Plus there was also the maid, who might be craning her neck to take a peek. She’d have to assess the maid a little more carefully this morning. Of course, she’d be more circumspect than the Ramirez woman had been the day before.

  Walking down the stairway to the first floor, Sarah surveyed her reflection in the hallway mirror for a final time before seeking out Adam. She saw no need to tease her nipples—their alert state was quite visibly evident.

  The smell of brewing coffee led her to a large kitchen. A mug sat by the partially emptied coffee carafe. Muffled voices reached her through a doorway leading to a deck. After filling the mug and taking her first swallow of coffee, she followed the hushed sounds of conversation.

  Ah. There they were. Adam and Maria sat on the deck overlooking the ocean. Sarah ignored the fog enshrouded view of the Pacific to focus on her host and his maid.

  They sat side by side on a Rangoon bench. Maria’s hand rested casually on Adam’s thigh. Cozy. Sarah smiled to herself. She’d been rather certain not everything was as it first appeared. The two of them were much more comfortable together than any maid and employer she’d known. So was Maria really his maid? She had little doubt she was his lover.

  And where did that leave her? Was she an unwelcome competitor? Or something else entirely? Maria had been quite friendly, almost seductive.

  Stepping out onto the deck, she cheerfully said, “Good morning. What a lovely view.”

  “Good morning, Sarah,” Adam said, without getting up. “I never tire of watching the morning fog burn off the ocean. Each day it’s a little different. Have a seat.”

  She sat in a chair next to the couch. She listened to the calls of birds she could not see. This was a good way to begin a day. At least her dress wasn’t too revealing—and she was less on display there than if she’d sat across from Adam and Maria. Where had her desire gone to flaunt her wares before them?