I orgasm with a pained groan, and not able to exercise an iota of self-control now that I'm by myself, I suck on the lace of the garter. I muffle my growls of ecstasy with it. Pumping my cock hard and inhaling her scent until thick, white ropes of my ejaculate spurt from the tip of my cock to paint the shower floor.
When I walk out of the bathroom forty-minutes later, I'm freshly lined, and my hair is styled perfectly.
Sarah's leaning against the desk with her back to me dressed in her pantsuit with the blazer slung over her arm and typing out a text on her phone. I clear my throat gently and hold my arms out, wanting to show myself off to her. She turns and gives me a rather appreciative once over, her eyes widening slightly.
Sarah arches a brow.“My.You clean up very well don’t you, mister?” she says with a cute grin as she flicks her eyes to my hair. “Has anyone ever told you your jaw line makes you look like that one actor?" she muses gently, tapping her finger against her cheek. "Why can’t I think of his name…”
I smile, sitting down at the end of our bed and putting on my dress shoes, noticing she’d put on the black strappy heels I’d suggested. “A time or two,” I reply, finishing my job then standing up. “And you look sensational as always. Breakfast?”
I place my own suit jacket over my arm and wave a hand to escort her out of the room. She slides past me with a small smile, and I eagerly watch her hair swishing against the round globes of her ass the entire way to the buffet room.
“So, you don’t get nervous at these things?” Sarah asks around a bite of cantaloupe.
We're sitting at the same restaurant we’d gone to last night, except today it’s transformed into a lavish buffet.
I narrow my eyes at her plate in judgment seeing she’d chosen all fruits, a yogurt, and a tiny scoop of scrambled eggs. She gives a little wiggle when she pops the rest of the cantaloupe in her mouth and moans appreciatively.
You can't be too upset; all the fruit is why she smells so good,I chastise myself.
“Every now and then something will throw me off,” I admit, putting down my fork. I'd been working through a loaded omelet. But craving something more light, I reach forward to grab a piece of fruit off her plate.
She sticks her tongue out playfully.“Get your own,”she teases, her husky laugh making me smile as I pop the fruit in my mouth.
“Letting you know right now…" I wipe my mouth with a napkin. "We’re eating at this local restaurant our last night here, and I’m making you order all unhealthy food,” I warn.
She throws me an incredulous look."Come on, Alexander!"
"No." I raise my brow, sitting back in my seat and crossing my arms. "You're not restricting yourself here the way you do athome. It's all about balance.Balance, Sarah," I stress, giving her a stern look.
“If you keep shoving food down my throat, I’m going to be in the hospital being intubated because I can't breathe,” Sarah jokes, shoving one of the three bites of eggs into her mouth and chewing slowly.
Does she realize her eyes are sparkling at me?
I don't want to just shove food down your throat, baby. There's other things that need to go down there as well. I could intubate you with my cock.
I sneak another piece of fruit off her plate, wondering how far she could take me down her throat before she gags.
I laugh when she slaps the back of my hand lightly. “You got a long way to go before that happens,” I shoot back, winking at her and then pushing my own plate away, now full. "Listen, I know that I can come across…intense…but I really just want you to take care of yourself. Find a balance that works for you and makes you happy without having to deny yourself." I give her a cheeky wink when she nods at me.
Because trust me, denying yourself is not fun.
Though she doesn't verbally respond, I can tell by her active listening skills that she really tries to take my words to heart when I bring up touchy subjects. My chest tightens at the thought that she feels like she needs to not eat sometimes because her ex made her feel insecure.
We finish up and then make our way to the auditorium, passing by tables laden down with mental health paraphernalia littered amidst goodies like small hand sanitizer bottles, stickers, pens, and pop sockets with company logos.
Drawing to a stop at the double-door entrance, I pull my badge out of my pocket and show the security guard, who lets us through. Walking into the space, I pull her to the side gently byher wrist, ignoring the stragglers who make their way in behind us.
“I have to go meet with the other presenters. I’m on at ten," I say hurriedly, nodding at the staff member by the side door who waves at me. "Grab a seat up front and save me a seat next to you so when I’m done, I can come and sit through the rest of the presentations with you.” I lean forward and squeeze her arm briefly.
"Okay," she says quietly. "Knock 'em dead."
I smile, sweeping my thumb down her arm when I walk past her. "That's something you'll never have to worry about."
Chapter forty-two
Icy Reminders
Iblinkmyeyesat his touch. Nodding as he turns and makes his way through a side door, quickly shaking hands with another infamous mental health pioneer. Turning on my heel, I make myway to a seat about five rows from the front and at the inner aisle, wanting to get the best view possible.
