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Sabrina felt herself shiver from head to toe just thinking about Andres, and even more so because she knew that he could see her well from the poolside. She was completely naked because she could not stop now—it would look conspicuous wouldn’t it? Even after he had asked her to stop?

She could see the disdain on his face but there was nothing she could about it, because this was the way it was going to be. She already had Graham directing her life, and it was not going to be Andres’ turn now.

When she stood up, Gráinne was at her side immediately, and Andres and Paulo trailed them in the distance. Sabina knew she did not have to do much to exaggerate her walk, but she did. She could not look at Andres, but she knew he watched her.

Gráinne waited by the bathtub, waiting to see what she needed and Sabrina sighed. Graham was gone a lot but she was never alone–she was always with Gráinne, Paulo and Andres.

“You can leave me for a few moments,” Sabrina said with her eyes closed and felt the breeze as Gráinne bowed. When she was sure she had left, she opened her eyes.

Sabrina dried herself, threw on a gauzy housecoat and wondered for a moment if she had not always been trying to seduce Andres and Paulo? What had she been doing?

She fell asleep, and when she woke up she was surprised not to see Gráinne. Moaning outside of her window, made Sabina look up to see if it had been raining while she slept. When she went to the window, in the shadows, she saw Gráinne.

Gráinne’s opened blouse would have revealed her plump breasts, if they had not been crushed against Paulo’s chest. He held her bare shoulder and kissed her, while he fingered her. Gráinne’s moans were low, so low they were almost like the wind. A low consistent wind, as she rolled her head against the wall.

Sabrina touched the triangle below her stomach, but that was all. She ached, but there was nothing she could do about it. Swinging around, she crashed into Andres, and looked up at him with trepidation and longing.

He put his hand on her shoulder…

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Jeanne only really drove in France, so driving in New York—not the city—was something she was not used to. But Sabrina wanted to see her — specifically to see someone who was not Graham.

The huge house was beautiful, but Sabrina standing in front of it looked like a lost princess. She looked like a modernized character from Game of Thrones—an anachronism and regal.

Sabrina walked toward her with a woman running behind her like a lady in waiting, and two men trailing them in the distance. Jeanne took in the scene, as her friend took her hand and walked her through the rooms of the house that looked like pages of Architectural Digest.

Nothing felt real.

Outside, Sabrina removed the vintage wrap that she wore to reveal a barely there swimsuit which she took off altogether. Jeanne knew how Sabrina hated the tan lines that swimsuits left, and seeing Sabrina naked was nothing new to her.

But it might have been to the tall male guards standing faraway watching her. Was her friend that oblivious, or was this some kind of foreplay? Knowing Sabrina there was always a story, like Scheherazade.

“Sabrina…” Jeanne started. “Graham is okay with you being naked in front of the two guards?”

Sabrina looked at Jeanne and shrugged,

“I don’t care anymore Jeanne. I told him I just want to live my life, and not be an object of attention.”

“Naked? The taller guard looks like he is going to burst. He is fixated.”

“Andres?” Sabrina turned and looked at the man. He continued to stare at her, took in every inch of her. “He’s our friend, he used to watch me before when I lived here. He is not even fazed by—“

“Sabrina, the way he is looking at you?”

“Not. Even. Fazed.” Sabrina insisted.

It was when Jeanne was driving back, and settled in a tiny café to Face Time her own man that she got a text from Sabrina:

Fazed?

Much later when she was done, and driving back in her car Sabrina regaled her like the Scheherazade she was. It started when Andres told her that she should not be naked and walking about the compound.

“Why?” she questioned, naked before him. Andres ran his finger—just his finger—from behind her ear, along her neck between her breasts and right below her belly.

“I was wet, dripping with sweat and between my legs from just his finger Jeanne!” Sabrina squealed.

Jeanne smiled as she drove through the sun setting, and thought of the black night that was to follow before she got back to the city.

She would settle for just Terrence’s finger right then…Sabrina was luckier than she was.

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Charlotte could still feel herself on her fingers—a mixture of her own come and her cooling saliva from when she sucked it off of them. She kept glancing at her phone to see what Harry was going to say in response to her text. Was he going to say anything? It was taking long enough!

“Ms. Russell? There is a meeting in the west conference room.”

Charlotte really had forgotten she was at work. Putting herself together, she smoothed her hair and opened her door to address her assistant’s instant message.

“Carmen? Was there a meeting on my schedule?” she asked.

Carmen shook her head.

“No, it was added by Mr. Meyer’s assistant. I am not even able to look at the details, but it says mandatory,” Carmen added, with furrowed brows.

“Thank you.”

Running back into her office to grab her tablet, Charlotte headed to the west conference room which was barely used. She had been working on a project with Kenneth, but it was awhile before they had to really think about it. It was a long, dark walk to the room, after a point all she could hear was the echo of her heels walking down the hall.

That was until she was grabbed, just as she was going to turn the knob to enter the conference room.

“Spread your legs, you want to show me your wet pussy? Spread your legs.”

It took Charlotte a moment to gather herself, and realize she was in the stairwell with Harry. But it did not take her long to pull her damp thong aside, and to get on the cool floor below her and spread her legs. She used her tablet’s glare to starkly illuminate her wet pussy.

“Can you see?” she taunted him, and moved her fingers in and out of herself.

“Take your fingers out of there because we both know that is not what you want,” he growled.

Limply removing her fingers from inside her, Charlotte looked up at Harry.

“No,” she said quietly, and placed her fingers in her mouth.”

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, because you know that you do not want them there either.”

No,” she repeated dully.

The sound of him unzipping made her pussy clench. Instead of her two fingers, his dick in her mouth was a better option… When she put her hands on his thighs as she sucked him, he pushed them away.

“No hands,” he commanded, as he moved against her mouth.

Charlotte complied, waiting for him to fill her somewhere else. Harry turned her over and on all fours, she did not need her hands…

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Sabrina was silent, she wanted to pretend she was a shadow. Harry jumped out of the bed, erection bobbing and wrapped his arms about her. From there, she turned from a shadow to stone. His warm body felt like ice to her, because she was shocked and because she had not been with him for such a long time.

“Sabrina,” he said, looking in her eyes. She looked at him, and beyond him. “I thought you left me, I thought I was alone.”

She supposed she could not fault him for feeling like that since she had not spoken to him in over a month. She had not answered anything he sent, and had been sleeping with Graham the entire time.

“Yes, I am just keeping Harry company,” Harry’s curvaceous partner padded over to them, and put her hand on Sabrina’s. Harry looked at the woman like she was a ghost, and Sabrina remained stony.

“This is Charlotte,” Harry stated as if he had to. “And yes she is just here because you were not.”

“You’re beautiful,” Charlotte said, standing before Sabrina. Sabrina stared as Charlotte moved in closer and closer. Their kiss was soft, and Sabrina felt compelled to put her arms about her.

Sabrina had no idea what she wanted right now emotionally, but sexually with this saucy woman and Harry who she had missed and craved was too tempting for her to say no.

Unlike the foursome that they had had with Gui and Carole with the mirror overhead, the mirror was to the side as she watched Charlotte slither like a python between her legs, all of her curves on view as she did. The mirror captured the dark desire between Sabrina and Harry, as he took her from behind. Charlotte worked herself over thoroughly, as the animalistic coupling took place shifting her on the bed. Harry felt like he always had inside her, but so removed from him he looked different. Even as her body trilled from the resounding way he made her come, she knew that she would not stay there after.

There was nothing to talk about.

It was a dark symphony, as her trilling still from orgasm body shakily rose from the bed. Charlotte still slithered on the covers, and Harry looked and sounded thunderous as he said, “No!”

In the mirror, it looked like a pornographic opera that would never take centerstage at the Met, but was more dramatic than anything that could ever be presented there.

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New York City felt like a foreign country, after Sabrina had spent so much time in Graham’s home just outside of the city. But since she had barely been outside of his house since she took refuge there, it was like learning to walk again in the city.

She had finally decided if she was going to say something to Harry, that she might as well see him and not bother with a phone call. Her keys to his apartment felt sharp in her hand, like she had an open blade on her palm.Walking into the apartment, the smell was familiar but foreign like a place that she used to love but had not been to for a long time.

But there was something different.

When she walked soundlessly to the bedroom door, she was not even surprised. Should she have said something? Should she have let him know that she was coming, or was it better that she had just come?
That she had just come like the woman who was in bed with Harry.

Sabrina leaned against the door. She hated herself for her feelings, but seeing what she usually got from Harry being given to someone else…especially since she had not seen him for a long time and there was a part of her that very definitely missed what he gave her. Not that she had not been intimate with Graham and enjoyed sharing that with him, and the way he always treated her like a princess made her feel special.

But it was suffocating in a way. She realized that she could be with a man who she found suspect, who might be guilty of a crime—but she was not sure she wanted to be suffocated. And this made her think that she would be okay to be with Harry, who was pounding into this woman with his hands about her neck and she wrapped her hands over his so he could squeeze tighter. She had faint bruises on her breasts that Sabrina realized were love bites new and faded. The woman gasped not out of breath, but with more pleasure. She came again, and Harry hit her breast fondly as he came to rest on his side and she followed him. A sudden crash sent the bottle of champagne that Sabrina noticed only then to the floor, as the crash like thunder drew their attention to her standing in the darkness.

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Harry looked up, as he was walking down the hall and saw Charlotte. She smiled, surely he did not think that he could just abandon her when she worked for the company that just merged with his? Especially not now that she had been relocated to this office…possibly she could have had something to do with that but that would be her own little secret, she smiled to herself!

He looked blank as he approached her, as if he had never fucked the living daylights out of her. As if he did not know her. She did look very different from the last time he saw her naked in a puddle on her bed after he had fucked her damn near incoherent. The way she presented in the office, she did not reveal any extra flesh. She wore pants, her hair twisted up and a jacket. Playing her look down for the office was necessary for her on so many levels, because with her physique even a demure pantsuit was something of a provocation for the men in the office.

But she only cared about Harry, and he looked like he was not in the least bit interested in what she had to offer. At close range, she was silent. She instinctively felt that was what he wanted, and she wanted what he wanted.

It was later, much later that he reminded her that she was not in control of this situation. That she was not the boss.

“Look at yourself!” Harry demanded in a hoarse whisper, as they stood before the executive bathroom mirror.

And Charlotte did, his necktie about her neck. She had admired the tie when she encountered him earlier in the hallway, popping out in contrast to his black suit. Now it was about her neck—the only thing she was wearing as he remained completely clothed—before he covered her eyes. From her neck to her wrists, and about her waist, Harry wrapped his tie like a magic ribbon around her. He let her look in the mirror at his manipulations, but not at him.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded hoarsely again. His tie pulled her hands up over her head, as she kneeled before him. He pulled her face to his crotch through the manipulation of his tie. Charlotte pressed her face to his familiar bulge and closed her eyes in the executive bathroom, on one of the top floors of this skyscraper so close to heaven…

Reverent.

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Charlotte woke up, soothed by her own softness in contrast to the rough sex she had had with Harry. She had feared that he was out of her life forever, and she did not want him to be. She wanted him so much it hurt.

From the moment she saw him, she wanted him. She had not been his first choice that night. He was on the prowl and she was DTF, but he was not thinking about her in the least. Charlotte knew she looked hot—she always did. She usually had to fight men off to leave her alone. But Harry was hot too, and he had his pick of beauties. She was not the only one there who was ripe for the picking.

It was a cocktail party for her company–a company his company was considering a merger with. Harry wanted nothing in the form of a merger with her it seemed. There was another beautiful woman who he watched, and Charlotte smiled. She would just bide her time. That cold fish he was trying to catch…he would tire of the pursuit soon enough. Charlotte could easily read other women. She knew who was hot to trot, and who was colder than an iceberg.

Harry sure enough did come for her. His eyes were like fire, as he looked her up and down. Her body hummed with lust, when he flicked her nipple through her dress spilling a little of her white wine onto her hand which felt cool against her hot skin.

Charlotte savored the intervals of cool air, when later their bodies slid off of each other’s perspiration. When Harry spanked her breast and pussy, she felt the suction of his palm from how wet her body was. His face buried between her legs, she sighed as he ate her out and the wisps of air in between cooled her sweat-dampened chest and hard nipples that he kept flicking. The flicking of her nipples made her even wetter. She heard the dampness as he licked her, and groaned her pleasure loudly.

That was what he was to her before he disappeared. And now currently hard nipples and wet pussy…he had disappeared again.

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