"What do you want Sarah," said Mr. James.
The sex-shop toys on the table entered her mind, but toys didn't appeal to her right now. She wanted...
A bad boy. A bad situation.
Mr. James seemed to know. That seemed to have been the case all along though. That was one reason she was here with him now. Sarah was ignoring those nice-girl lessons she had learned all her life and changing, chancing everything for this moment, for this man.
With the confidence of a predator that frequently lures prey into its trap, Mr. James reeled her in, maneuvered her in front of the window, her back to his chest.
Sarah could see a woman who was arguing with her husband. They seemed so close she could read their lips and hear their voices through the gaping window. They were debating about whether they should stay up all night listening to jazz or just get some shut-eye for their city tour tomorrow.
"Can they see us?" Sarah asked on a breath, already suspecting the answer.
Mr. James splayed his hands over her ribs, ran them downward, resting them over her bared belly, rubbing circles into her skin with the pads of his fingers.
"There's enough light so that they can see what we're doing, yes. Will that stop you?"
Dragonflies winged though her stomach, moving lower, flapping electric wings against her clit, making her restless. "No."
"Very good."
He kissed the side of her neck, nipping at the throbbing vein, causing her to lean into the contact. At the same time, she kept an eye on the people across the street, hoping they would go about their business and ignore this wicked behavior.
Hoping they would look.
His fingers moved downward, skimming into her panties, sliding between the swollen folds of her sex. Mr. James surrounded her tender nub, worked it until she rested her weight back against him.
Sarah watched the couple, they had broken apart. The man was still near the window, debating with his unseen wife.
Mr. James' breath was coming faster in her ear. "I'll slip right into you. How long can you wait for it little Sarah?"
Her boss was cocky. So sure of himself, so sure that she wouldn't be able to wait. This was something he had planned, had wanted from the moment he chose her and now she knew that. She realized she belonged, belonged to him.
"Forever," she answered him.
With that, he laughed, then urged a finger up inside of her, swirling it around. "Then I'll make sure it takes that long."
She was barely holding it together, her body in flux, like a pan of paint being sloshed back and forth, mingling in color and texture.
"Just try," she managed, wanting to give as good as she was getting. "Try to outlast me."
"I will."
He inserted a second finger into her, thrusting upward so that his thumb pressed against her clit. Groaning, Sarah fell against the window, head cradled against an arm, breast crushed against the glass. Her hardened nipples glided up and down against the slippery cool of it, moving with his every demand.
Then, unable to help herself, she parted her braced arms, looking between them, keeping their maybe audience in sight. Her heart beat double time at the thought of getting caught.
"I wondered if you'd be an easy touch," he said, whisper ragged. "You'll cream in another minute little Sarah."
