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Those Three Words

Her job sometimes made Damaris kind of a therapist–it was not just a roll on your back job like most people thought. It was the oldest profession for a reason—the service was needed whether society wanted it to be or not. She easily became Nyla’s number one girl, and it got to the point that she wanted only her regulars.
Including Jared.
He came to see her fairly often, and always told her how beautiful she was. Those were the only three words that he said to her, before he made her melt with sex that was so good she thought about it when she was not with him. That late at night, when she was alone she thought about him and her fingers played her pussy like an instrument that she needed to tune.
Lying on her back now with him, he still licked her like the finest cream. Damaris pulled at the bed sheets with pleasure, because he knew her so well even from their intermittent meetings. He spanked her because she squirmed and cried too much while pushing herself against his face.
When he spanked her, she stilled instantly—he did not need to say anything to her. She obeyed him without words, and came like she was free falling in a dream—kicking her feet about his shoulders and gripping them.
She put her robe on as he kissed the nape of her neck, and pulled her to him. He looked down at her softly—briefly—before he left. Her phone pinged to let her know that he had tipped her. His tips were always very generous, and she wrapped her arms about herself.

Dressed up like she was going on the fanciest date, Damaris looked up at the gorgeous photo of a nude woman from her table. It was late, so she sat at a cushy table all to herself.
She would not be alone for long. As a regular, the staff talked to her and there was always a man that wanted to talk to her. That was what she wanted…
…to talk.
Aside from those three words, Jared never said anything more to her than to tell her how beautiful she was. He made her body feel beautiful but not her soul, and she knew it was dangerous to feel this way about him…a client…
That was what she told herself…

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Like Tinder

Damaris was obsessed with her new apartment. She had not expected Graham to have died, and she had not known what to think when Sabrina—Nyla was left in charge of his business given their past history.

But Nyla had not failed her–the apartment was amazing.

The business had evolved to a level that Damaris had not imagined it could, with an app that worked like Tinder. She was able to go through it to find carefully screened clients so she could swipe clients that appealed to her. If a client swiped her, she would be alerted only if she had swiped him.

Damaris swiped Jared, he was tall, dark and handsome like something out of a fairy tale or movie. He worked in finance, and described himself as a workaholic. She swiped him, and was happy because she wanted to be a workaholic now–they had something in common.

It took het an inordinate amount of time to get ready for their session. But after she looked at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time, she was semi-satisfied with her appearance.

Right then, she saw him waiting in the lobby on the tiny screen by her door. He did not look nervous, he was a cool customer and she put on her cool exterior as well.

When he came upstairs and she opened the door, he leaned down and kissed her cheek.

“Jared,” she said softly, looking up at him.

Damaris turned around, and he wrapped his arms about her waist. She wrapped her arms over his arms and for a very frightening moment, she had a flashback that made her squeeze his forearms. Playing off her touch as passion, Damaris turned to look up at Jared.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, as he kissed her neck.

Damaris offered her neck to him, so he could kiss her more. His kisses went right between her legs. She stood with her legs parted, the warm throbbing between them was a familiar ache that lingered. Her hand moved over her stomach, as she tried to refrain from touching herself and gasped when Jared’s hand moved over hers and between her legs. The desire to ride his hand was strong, but she did not. As much as she ached for him to take her out of her misery and give her what she wanted, Damaris did not want the experience to be rushed for him.

Jared’s hands moved over her body like a wand, removing her clothes and leaving her barer and barer to him.

There was no prelude with him, he was not fast but he got right to the good stuff. He was the type of little boy who had scraped the cream of the Oreo right away and discarded the chocolate cookies.

He licked her like the cream of an Oreo—using just a little bit of teeth which she liked. Damaris cried out and clutched the expensive sheets—it was not a show. Jared drove her crazy, he held her hips when she almost squirmed off of the bed. She caressed his head, as he licked her like cream. He made her feel so good, she had not felt this good since the last time time she had sex…

Damaris closed her eyes and panted, as she came suddenly without warning.

In the shower, after Jared left she washed between her legs and she spasmed a little bit because she had come that hard.

They already had scheduled another session…

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Explosion

Breakfast was business, pure business. Nyla sat across from Damaris, and reacquainted her with how things ran and what would be expected of her—using Graham’s business model of course with her own modest adjustments.

Damaris was unusually quiet even for her, but Nyla was not concerned with that. This was business, and she had divided her business and her life very distinctly.

“Are we all clear?” she asked Damaris, who nodded. “Good, I have arranged for you to stay in an apartment in the city. You can live and receive clients there.”

Damaris nodded again, and put her hands together as if in prayer. Nyla looked away from her, got up from the table and prepared to go to the cemetery.

Her body burned from love not made. She had spent the entire night with Andres, and he held her but they never made love. But the closeness of their bodies was like a ticking bomb inside of her. Her body vibrated with every touch they did not have. His scent was inside her, like the scent of a summer storm that was long in the coming and then poured.

Her center was lost as she thought about what had not happened, and Nyla curled on her side on the bed. Touching herself would not work, when even the sheets made her feel sensitive. She was that ripe for the picking.

Andres walked into the room and she exploded inside.

“Sorry, let me know when you are ready to go to the to cemetery,” he said.

The ride to the cemetery was the longest ride she had ever had. Every shift, every time she touched Andres accidentally another explosion went off inside of her. On her knees before Graham’s grave, she thought she saw the dirt move under the flowers as she picked them up and maybe even a hand and she startled.

“Nyla?” Andres knelt beside her to touch her arm, and she grabbed his hand so tight she could feel where she punctured his skin with her nail almost before she let go—before she tried to let go. He did not let her hand go, he did not let her go…

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Hungry Like the Wolf

Damaris knew very well what had happened that night, but she would not say a word…Her word did not mean anything anyway after what had happened with Gui–after they found out that she had lied about everything about their marriage.

She knew they would find out she had lied, but she wanted to make sure that he did not come looking for her. She did not want to be saved. Gui was a good man, he wanted to save her and there was nothing she wanted less.

She made him think that everything had been a joke, that she had not meant it anything serious when she married him.

She had…

When she came back to New York she was looking for it seedy and dark, because that was what she wanted…

…or at least what she thought she deserved. She knew that Gui would want to save her because he would want to save her the way be could not save Carole—the way none of them had been able to save her sister.

She was currently afraid to toss and turn in the guest room even, because the huge man and slight woman who watched over her seemed responsive to her every shift in the bed.

Damaris had come here because she needed some certainty in her life money-wise and Graham had always helped her. She actually was sad that Graham had died, because he had always been very kind to her…in many, many ways. Kind but removed…

She had tried to come onto him, but he was never interested in her. Again, it was because of Carole. Carole set the bar, and she was not able to raise it or get past her sister’s memory.

Even when they shared a man, Damaris was not the lead sister. They looked so much alike, but people were more drawn to Carole.

Had Harry been reminded of Carole as well when he was with her? Or was he drawn to her? At the bar had not been their first time. When she had watched him and Sabrina—Nyla now—having sex, she knew that she had opened Pandora’s Box.

“You like to watch?” he had questioned her not right after, so that when he asked her she was a bit taken aback.

Damaris looked at him.

“I could see you even from a distance,” he said coming close to her. “Wet, hot…”

Damaris opened her mouth to talk, but his lips were over hers quickly and she pulled his hand to touch her…because she was still wet, hungry.

He teased her, and ran his finger over and over the thin strip of hair just about her wet, hungry lips. Damaris squirmed because she wanted him. She knew what he could do because she had watched him–she had seen him fuck. He pressed his finger right at the tip of her divide, and she practically came from that…

She remembered very well how the night after that had unfolded, Damaris thought, her hand between her legs…but it did not matter anymore.

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Rising from the Ashes

Nyla was almost not even surprised to see Paolo hoisting a kicking and screaming woman up in his arms. First she saw saw Carole, then she realized it was Damaris kicking and screaming. Again she was not the least bit shocked that she was a pussy blocker. Andres was still completely naked, but Nyla had grabbed a sheet which she draped about her strategically.

“What are you doing in my house?” Nyla asked wearily. A part of her was happy that Damaris was still alive, after everything with Harry. But she was not pleased to see her in her house at all.

Damaris stopped kicking and screaming, and stared at her upside down.

“I heard Graham had passed, and I wanted to pay my respects. This is…your house?” Damaris questioned.

Nyla pulled her sheet about her, and her reflection in the distance made her look like Lady Liberty.

“This is my house.”

“So you…”

Nyla nodded.

“I wanted to work again, I know you and Carole…”

“Put her down Paolo, but watch her.”

Naked Andres stood beside Damaris and watched her as well. Damaris, her eyes filled with tears, prostrated herself before her and Nyla immediately had Paolo and Andres pick her up.

“Don’t Damaris, there has been too much already between us.”

“I know…”

“Would you tell me what happened?”

Damaris wiped the tears from her face, but it was a fruitless effort.

“I can’t remember, my therapist says that I blocked it out. I only remember that Harry and I were in the middle of … and then I was in the hospital.”

“Are you lying like you always do because this is not the time…”

“I do not remember my Queen, I do not remember.”

Nyla was not sure if she believed her or not, but she was too tired to ask her anything else. Why did it even matter now? She had left Harry so long ago it seemed, Graham died and she was not sure what she wanted to do now except to maintain this business that she had inherited.

Damaris even in a lesser state—she had lost weight and looked fragile—could work for her. Nyla believed she would rise like a phoenix, because she had no choice but to.

Just like her.

None of them had any other choice, did they?

“I can employ you again, but you have to take care of yourself. You look like you are not.”

“It has been hard for me,” Damaris said. “I am trying to get my life back together.”

“I will help you, but you cannot come here again like this.”

Damaris nodded, and the slump of her shoulders made Nyla feel sad.

“Where are you living these days Damaris?”

“I am a nomad. I do not have a place anymore, and I do not have enough money to go back home.”

“You can stay here for the night in the other house, and we will talk business in the morning.”

“Thank you my Queen.”

Nyla turned around, and she could feel the heat of Andres’ body behind hers. He followed her silently back to her bedroom.

Her body was an extinguished flame when he lie down beside her. What was going to happen before was the last thing on her mind, but she wanted him close to her. Wanted the heat of his body pressed to hers. It made the fire inside of her flame and fan, but her mind was consumed with Damaris being there and if it had been a good idea to let her stay.

Andres pulled her closer to him, and she was aflame. He was intuitive enough to know that she was not in the mood for love, but that she still wanted his touch. His hand slipped between her legs as her own did late at night when she was hungriest for him. He did not part her lips, but instead grasped her with possession and delight at once. She led his hands to her breasts, and he massaged them making her retreat to practically another world.

She would be his, it would come soon enough she mentally purred as he caressed her lips and she fought herself from moving against his hand to make herself come because this was not about that.

This was just comfort, and she needed it.

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Noise

Not sleeping with Andres was becoming as detrimental to her, as Nyla thought sleeping with him might be. Sitting next to him in the car was almost unbearable. She had just come from an unpleasant meeting concerning Graham’s—well now her—business. She had been running away from this very business for a very long time…and now it was hers. It gave her everything she had ever wanted, and now she had to maintain it.

She was used to this life, and she had the lives of others in her hands.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Andres looked at her in the car. For a fraction of a second, she could see that he had looked at her. He usually was so much more controlled when they were out. But this fraction of a second look—for him—was a loss of control. When they got out of the car, he stood a fraction of a inch closer to her than Paulo did, and she could feel all ninety-eight point seven degrees of him scald her.

When she took her clothes off moments later, she cringed at what felt like an actual burn when she was naked. She was so hot, she thought she was going to combust—wouldn’t she? Her body was so overheated, and she was still floating round with blue balls or whatever was blue about women when they did not…

She would not go to him again. Even though it had ended up being sexy as hell when she did, this time she needed him to let her know that he was going to take her—that he wanted to take her.

So she slept another restless night. When she was close to sleep, she imagined her pillow and sheets were Andres and she whispered words she was not sure she wanted to say…

They visited Graham’s grave even during a torrential rainstorm the next day—it was the least she could do. Neither Paulo, Gráinne or Andres complained. When she walked back to the car, knees dirtied by the soil from when she knelt by his grave Gráinne took her hand.

Nyla walked back to the house ahead of all of them when they arrived home. The rain poured down around her from under her umbrella so hard, she savored the dry inside of the house and stood still. Inside her head was so loud. All the noise from everything in her life surrounded her.

“Are you okay?” Gráinne took her hand again.

Nyla nodded, and the two women walked to her room where she got dressed for the house. They had left the door open, and Andres walked by. He looked in at her, as Gráinne combed her hair.

They were all so used to the roles assigned them by Graham, it made their lives so uniform and routine they did not even realize it was a good thing.

Until he was gone.

Now Nyla worked hard to keep everyone’s lives including hers tranquil. The money from the business was part of that tranquility.

When Gráinne stopped combing her hair, she patted Nyla’s back and kissed the top of her head. Andres stood there, still looking at her.

Then he walked away.

Nyla knew, she knew.

That night, she wore nothing. She did not put even a thin gauzy nightgown on. Naked as the night, she fell asleep before Andres came to her. He was just a dark shaow at first, but then the moon shone on him. He got into the bed with her fully dressed in his suit. Nyla looked into his eyes for permission, and he nodded as she climbed on top of him and took off his clothes. He had come there, but she still had to show him she wanted him. He held her as she pulled hungrily at his clothes, but still with a great deal of decorum. When he was unclothed, she straddled him and looked to see what he wanted.

“Kiss me,” he said, and she did. A long slow kiss with her mouth and the front of her body, and when the words came to her mouth that she had uttered alone the night before she bit her lip. Andres bit her lip too. Nyla’s body throbbed with rising desire when lightning flashed, and there was a scream.

Andres ran naked out of her toom, and she ran after him. It was like déjà vu, and she was terrified of what was to come…

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Heavy

Nyla was exhausted—what else could she be? Her body was heavy with lust, but she knew that Andres was right. If they were together she would be his, and she was terrified of that. Not of him, but of getting close to someone and not knowing where it was going to go again…if they would die.

She looked into his eyes when he told her she would be his, and felt the heat in her eyes match his. It was so easy to swoon, and touch herself at that moment. Her fingers between her legs, and then up toward her breasts. Nyla could barely stand, she was so heavy with lust and she wanted Andres to touch her. Anywhere.

He let his finger dawdle between her breasts, but as much as Nyla leaned into his touch, she knew he was not going to give into her.

“I want you, but not like this,” he sighed. She looked down, as he pulled her to him. “When we are together, there should not be sadness or any other conflicting emotions. It should just be.”

Nyla pulled away from him, and looked up into his eyes. She knew he wanted her, but she would not push him.

Then.

As heavy with lust as her body was, she moved like syrup to his quarters. Nyla was not sure what she was going to do, but she was there. Through his outside window, she saw him. Large, naked and with his hands on himself, the way she wanted to be-hand, mouth, something! Watching him manipulate himself the way he was, with his eyes were focused on his thick shaft made her swallow hard. That was exactly what she wanted, as he wrung his shaft itself with one hand and caressed his head more softly with the other. The room vibrated with his intermittent moans. Nyla slipped her hand between her legs because she could not help it! What was she supposed to do when he was fucking himself and she could only look?

But when her moans got louder than his—Nyla opened her eyes to Andres walking toward her. His stride was as purposeful and intimidating as it was when he was fully dressed guarding her.

“I told you Nyla…” he started.

“I just want to watch, I promise. I could not stay away from you so I wandered over here. I have no agenda, I would have just as happily have watched you sleep.” Andres smiled, and took her hand. Nyla looked at him, as she gripped him the way he had gripped himself. He helped her move her hand the same way he had, which he had not needed to do. Touching him was instinctual, and she had memorized his movement in that short period of time. “You finish yourself off–go back and finish yourself off. I was not supposed to be here.”

“And what,” he smiled crookedly. “now I am only going to think about you.”

Nyla let her fingers linger between his breasts teasingly like he had done to her moments earlier.

“What were you thinking about before?”

Andres full out grinned, as he walked back to his bed, Nyla grinned at the view of him from the back, before he sprawled onto the bed like he was before. There was something a bit more lascivious about that sprawl though, as he looked at her and grabbed himself again. Hot and wet, Nyla did not dare touch herself.

This was his show.

He watched her as he started, and Nyla held his gaze even though it felt like she was taking away from his performance. But when he got into it, he was in his own world. He used the same movement masterfully with intermittent variation and mlike any great concerto he knew his winning notes. At his grand climax, Nyla watched him erupt and felt he deserved a thunderous applause.

But they were both silent, the only sound was their audible breathing and silent desire unfilled…

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The Queen

Sabrina lie on the bed soaking wet, her body wet from jumping into the pool. Her eyes were wet as well–what was she going to do?

Gráinne caressed her cheek, and Sabrina placed her hand over hers. They looked at each other again, speaking their silent language. No one knew when Graham would be back, so there was endless anxiety.

When she closed her eyes, she felt Gráinne walk away from her. When she opened her eyes again, Andres sat across from her. The combination of excitement and fear that she felt was overwhelming. How long had he been there? Did Gráinne and Paulo know he was there? Did Graham come back?

Before she could open her mouth, Andres spoke somberly,

“There was an accident–Graham was in an accident. They called to tell us, I am here to take you to the hospital. You are his emergency contact.”

Sabrina sprung up. She threw on a dress which felt foreign to her, because she was always naked in the sun these days. Her shoes felt foreign too, because she was always barefoot. The four of them drove to the airport and boarded the private plane to the hospital.

Sabrina arrived, and was taken solo to Graham’s room. He looked up at her feebly, his gorgeous face bruised. She knelt, and kissed his hand.

“My love,” she said, as her eyes filled with tears.

He moved a single finger, so very different from how Andres had and she heard him moan.

She kissed the finger he had moved.

“You are the lady of the house, I need you to take care of things while I am gone. I need you to take care of everything Sabrina. Everything.”

“My love…all of the things for you.”

*** *** ***

Nyla never lingered outside anymore.

She curled into a ball in bed, as she thought about Graham and the coma he fell into shortly after she was with him. It was hard for her, but she visited him every day to see if there was any change, and then there was a change.

He died.

Now all she wore was black, and lie in bed when she was not taking care of his business. His business which she had run from, was now hers–he left everything to her. It was clear to her that she had to reinvent herself.

Again.

She was not Sabrina anymore, her new name as the queen was Nyla.

Nyla was the queen of this business and this house.

She kept her servants–she let them know that right up front. Andres and Paulo were even more essential to her, because she was a targeted woman. Underground, she was a woman that had a great deal of power. There was no way for her to get rid of it now, there was nowhere for her to run right now.

Not yet.

Andres and Paulo accompanied her everywhere. Including her daily visits to Graham’s grave. She placed a bouquet of roses there herself daily. The drive there was long, and Andres and Paulo sat on either side of her for the duration.

When she returned home, Gráinne literally had to bathe and dress her. Nyla lie on her side, and cried after.

There was nothing she was happy about, her life was a maze of doors she had run through and kept running through. Where would she end? She did not even remember who she had been in the beginning.

Then she saw him holding a rose.

“Graham?”

Graham walked toward her. He knelt beside her this time, and held her hand like she had held his the last time she saw him conscious.

“My love…all of the things for you…”

“Graham?”

She stood up.

“It is normally tortured souls that stay on earth they tell me, but I was tortured. I remembered you too much. So they let me come to say goodbye. Goodbye my only love, and you know there is love close to you.”

“Graham!”

But he disappeared.

“Nyla?!”

Andres ran into her room, and she looked at him dazed and confused.

“Hold me,” she cried.

“I can’t hold you Nyla,” Andres said. “I am not an eunuch.”

Nyla looked at him lasciviously, and slowly pulled off her already thin nightgown.

“Love me.”

She needed him, half of her pain was losing Graham and the other half was she knew she could be with Andres. His thigh pressed to hers in the car made her wet on the way to the cemetery each day, but she could not even touch herself because she felt guilty that she was not mourning Graham enough. Every time she looked at Andres, she wanted him so desperately she feared she would combust.

She mourned her dead lover and the man she wanted with the one breath.

“Nyla,” Andres’ breath was hoarse when he said her name. “You cannot take this back, if this happens you are mine.”

If he resisted her now, she would combust. She played with her breasts, and dipped her finger into herself. He could not tell her no now…

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🔥🔥🔥Putting Out All the Fires🔥🔥🔥

Sabrina looked around the pool, everything about the island escape was the same as if she was at the compound—all of the players were there. Gráinne was at her side looking anxious, wringing her hands. Paulo and Andres stood side by side, and the tension was thick.

The only difference was that Graham was there. He looked handsome in his swimming trucks, and she was lucky to be there with him. She was completely nude because she did not want tan lines at all. It amazed her that Graham was so confident that he did not care if she was naked for the gaze of everyone. She did not care either, but she never dared to look at Andres because she was afraid that she might say his name, or something else spontaneous might come out of her.

She got up and walked to the pool. At least she could have that moment by herself of peace there. The water bobbed about her, and she looked up as she held onto the edge. Graham’s phone rang, he got up and went through the sliding doors. It was silent, but there was a collective sigh of relief. Gráinne walked to the edge of the pool and put her toe in, Sabrina did not miss a stolen glance from Gráinne to Paulo though. Sabrina and Andres did not look at each other at all.

Graham walked back out.

“Sabrina,” She walked over to him straight out of the pool. Dripping, she stood in from of him. “I have to go back to the city,” he sighed and caressed from her cheek to her shoulder. She looked down at his hand. “you stay here.”

This was the reason why Sabrina had left Graham the first time. She never even had decisions to make. It was always this is what you are going to do because I said so. She was too tired to argue with him, so she nodded as he kissed her cheek. His kisses when he was in do what I say mode were chaste like he was her daddy–and not in a good way.

Mechanically she followed him into the bedroom, and helped him dress. She put his tie on, and even though it was completely CMNF there was nothing sexual—not even a flash of heat lightning between them.

He grabbed her ass as he walked out, but that was the only thing he did that was even kind of sexy.

Walking back to the house after he got in the car, Gráinne walked toward her, and took her hand. They talked a lot silently–sometimes they needed to, it was their language so that they could say things when they could not say things.

But this was not such a time.

“You have to be careful,” Gráinne said. “I can tell when he knows something.”

Sabrina felt her skin prickle—what did Gráinne know? Could she feel the tension between them? Or was she just really observant, because Sabrina knew something was not right either.

She threw on a thin dress when she returned to the master suite, and her heart caught in her throat as she realized that Gráinne was right. She did not know what it was that Graham suspected, but she had to be careful.

Lying down on the bed, she heard Gráinne in the distance with Paulo.

But not Andres.

She had not looked at him in such a long time—she was frightened to after she almost said his name when Graham was on top of her. Her desire was so palpable that she was afraid to breathe thinking Andres’ name would be a whistle within her breath.

Pulling off her dress in a haste, Sabrina rolled around the bed. Her loose breasts were alluring enough to her fingers, but it was so swollen between her legs as she humped the slightest mound of sheets on the mattress as it was…it was intuitive to place her fingers between her legs. Wet already, it was soothing to slide her fingers around her opening. A quiet moan secreted from her as she just moved her fingers up and down, that was all she needed because she did not want to come right away. She needed to take the edge off a bit, but that was all she wanted to do at the moment.

To take the edge off.

But her whole body tightened when she saw Andres lingering by her window and he stared at her. Rolling around like a cat in heat, she felt her body burn with fire from head to toe. She was terrified!

What if Graham was coming back? What if this was all a ploy to see what would happen if he left unexpectedly? Frightened and silent, she removed her fingers from between her legs and pulled her dress back on.

She had too much to lose to do anything else. Picking up her phone, she saw she had a missed message from Harry and bumped right into Andres who looked down at her somberly.

Sabrina put her phone down, and jumped into the pool to put out all of her fires.

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Little Earthquakes

Gráinne put herself together so quickly and elegantly it was like magic. She assisted Paulo, and the two of them stood in place as if it was a theater production.

Wasn’t it?

Andres had already walked away from her, and Sabrina lie in bed watching him take his place beside Paulo and Gráinne.

Graham walked into her bedroom, and looked as he always did impenetrable and formidable in a dark suit. Sabrina realized that she was here, in this theater production because he wanted to keep her safe. Because no matter what else, he did care about her. Her life was such a mess right now but she appreciated that—she did and there was a part of her that would always love him because he always put her life back together. But gratitude was such a price with him. He barely even made love to her anymore. No wonder she was thinking about outsourcing…

He put his suitcase down, and got in the bed with her.

“Nusch…” His breath on her neck was a tickle that did not make her laugh. The gauzy thing she was wearing was like being naked, as he caressed her. “I am sorry I have not been here for you. I want to make up for it.”

The gnawing hunger between her legs increased and she was so wet, but was it Graham? Or was it Andres who was not looking in her direction at all? None of them were, it was almost like they were all indentured servants. They worked all day, and lived on the compound. Real life did not penetrate any of them.

Her included.

“Come on, come with me…” he urged her out of her reverie. She got up, completely unaware what was going to happen as they walked through the sliding doors to where his other servants stood. “I need everyone to please go away, and start preparations as planned. We need to be alone in the meanwhile.”

Everyone walked away, and Sabrina looked up at him.

”What—”

Graham sat down with her on the poolside, and he spread her and the thin material that barely covered her on the lounge chair. Her legs open, he reached for her and she was ashamed how wet she was. They had barely touched, but would that not work to her advantage?

On his knees, still fully suited, he kissed her thighs and tremors went through her like little earthquakes. He detoured to her knees, and made like he was not going to end in his final destination but when his lips touched her damp lips just barely from a recent wax…Sabrina squirmed with pleasure.

Graham’s hands on her thighs, she held his head for soft direction. Moving it just where she needed him to go. He knew all of her secret crevices, and licked them tenderly. Not too eager, not too swift. His tongue around her, and finally in her felt like she was a hive and he was trying to get all of the honey out. His sounds, the clicking because she was so wet and her own deep moans as she moved against his face…

Her eyes were closed for part of it, and opened wide when she came and she bit her lip because she almost did not say Graham…

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