A NEW SHORT STORY | Workplace Taboos: Sarah III

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Sarah squirmed in the front seat of Ben’s car as they zoomed through Mating Metropolis. His large hand came down on her knee at a light, ceasing the bouncing of her leg. Warmth unfurled across her skin with his touch, grounding her. Reminding her of why she’d signed that new contract.

But now, they were on a date. Like a real one. Something she hadn’t thought about since she’d moved here and left her ex-fiancé behind.

Spreading her knees a little naturally drew his hand between them, and teasing him with her sexuality sent her back into a comfortable place.

His honey eyes flashed over to meet hers, the corner of his mouth curling as he squeezed her flesh. She grinned in return.

“Most fucking tempting creature I’ve ever met.”

A thrill ran through her, making her wiggle again in her seat. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Pouting only made his smile bloom in full. Sarah liked it when he smiled. When she was the one to make him do it. Ben was so serious all of the time, focused and intent. Between his smiles and what it looked like when she was unraveling him, Ben affected her more than anyone had in too long.

Biting her lip, she slowly turned her attention back to the metropolis, tracking streets and neighborhoods and trying to piece together where he was taking her. They passed some of her favorite spots: her usual sushi place, the massage parlor, a fun little dance club, Vinnie’s–the best Italian food in the city–and the public garden, which was right around a corner when Ben finally parked.

Sarah didn’t know where they were going. This wasn’t the best spot for anything she knew. She lifted her brow at him, intrigued.

He met her around on her side, offering her a hand after she’d already opened the door. The heat of his palm swept through her with unsaid promises.

She stood and pressed her hand down his tie.

His gaze darkened, and he pulled her closer, touch slipping down around her back.

“Are you taking me down a dark alley to do unspeakable things to my body?”

A slow smile curled the edges of his mouth and showed off that dimple in his cheek. “That’s an idea, but no, we’re headed to one of this city’s best-kept secrets.”

Ben guided her body between two buildings with such ease and confidence that it might have made her melt back in the regular world. But here, it made her ready for him to put his hands elsewhere.

Halfway down the alley, he paused and tapped on a rusted sliding door.

After a heartbeat, it slid open and let loose tantalizing scents of sticky sweet sauces and sesame oil, the low beat of sultry dance music, and the heat of human bodies. A thrill went through Sarah.

This was going to be fun.

A tall man nodded to them after Ben leaned in to whisper something to him, and a well-dressed but smoking-hot woman appeared to escort them down the hall and through a series of privacy booths.

The center was a circle, showing three levels of tables, some with the glass fogged and others with couples, or throuples and more, enjoying drinks, food, and some other special treats. One woman was sandwiched between two men, her skirt pooled around her hips as she rode both of them.

The sight made Sarah’s insides clench. Ben had just made her orgasm a handful of times back in his office, but already, she wanted to have him inside of her again.

She bit her lip and batted her lashes at him as he peered down at her.

“You are a perpetually naughty girl.”

“Are you just now figuring that out?”

Thumping bass vibrated up her feet and drowned half of his soft laugh, and his hand squeezed her hip.

Stepping up to a balcony, their escort dropped them in a small booth meant for two, and Ben tipped her before she left.

Sarah entered first, turning to tug Ben in after her, luring him down for a slow, all consuming kiss. It shouldn’t reach inside of her so deeply, so thoroughly, and tie up her heart like it’d begun doing.

His hand breached her hair, feasting on her mouth until they both had to come up for air or suffocate.

His chest heaved with hers, breath heavy as he caressed her cheek and throat. “Most fucking tempting thing…”

Another small kiss had him pulling back, those honey eyes smoldering at her.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He really didn’t, but Sarah loved to fuck with him almost as much as she loved fucking him.

That slight narrowing of his eyes crinkled his crow’s feet. She reached out to touch them without thinking.

“How old are you?”

“Forty-one.”

Her brow shot up, lip pinched between her teeth again. Twelve years. Is that what made him so stoic and domineering?

Nah. He’d have been this way long before midlife.

“And you already know how old I am because I’m sure you’ve read my personnel file. Probably long before you offered me the first contract. Creeper.”

“I do, and I have. I don’t make decisions on a whim.”

“Mmm. They do say opposites attract.” She allowed him to help her down to the seat, which was a half-circle of cushion with a round table that he slipped into the other side of and pressed the entire side of him against hers.

It sent a delicious shiver through her.

Ben pulled a menu from somewhere she couldn’t see and opened it for her. “They have excellent sushi, including some specialty rolls with the masago you like.”

“Sushi at a sex club? Should I trust it?”

He laughed, all shaking body as she leaned harder into him. He draped an arm around her shoulders and pressed his mouth to her temple. “You never turn it off, do you?”

“I’m more of the turn on person than the turn off kind.”

He breathed down her throat, and she wanted his mouth on her skin, so she tipped her head to give him access. Ben took the bait, planting kisses there with a small groan. Each stage of newness between them seemed to be overwhelming and instinctual.

Sarah enjoyed how it made her feel as much as it scared her. She couldn’t fully live if she didn’t challenge and change.

Ben retreated and tapped the menu. “Make a decision, so I can order and lure you onto the dance floor.”

She laughed. “Dancing? You?”

Both his brows lifted, and he gave her a look that said she didn’t know nearly enough about him. Not as much as she wanted to believe.

Sarah took a few minutes to make a decision, and he tugged her out of the booth. “What’s your favorite color?”

Shaking his head, he escorted her down the steps toward where a few other couples danced. “You’re really digging for the good stuff.”

Allowing him to pull her against his wide chest, her head tipped back to look up at him. “Careful, it’s going to color everything you ever get from me.”

Lining their bodies up with an arm around her back, he dipped her, making her pulse jump.

“Red.” Righting her, he led her through simple motions, testing her abilities.

Sarah was more of a shake her hips and grind her ass against her partner kind of dancer, unless she was stripping. She could be a bit more creative during that.

“Let me guess, yours is black?”

“Yellow, actually.” She smirked at the surprise in his features. She’d pegged him as a red, though: passionate, disciplined, dominant, and competitive. It fit him perfectly.

Ben used the dance to tease her, spinning and dipping and moving her across the dance floor.

“What else do you want to know about me?” His question was a tantalizing whisper against her ear.

Her body rumbled with her need for him. “Where did you learn how to dance?”

“In a series of dance studios when I was young.” His big hand gripped her ass the way she liked, but he lifted and spun her a few steps before setting her down on her noticeably more wobbly feet. “I had inner ear trouble, and dance helped me with my balance…and other things, later.”

Sarah’s laugh was loud and hearty, head fallen back as he trapped her against him on the dance floor. “Now, that I can see the influences of.”

That damn dimple appeared again, and her thumb swiped across it before she offered her mouth to him.

Ben took it, soft, lingering, and sweet, but it sent molten need down her center.

He loosened his control over her as a sultry pop song thumped through the speakers.

Sarah grinned up at him, twisting in his grip and pressing her ass back into his groin. His sharp intake of breath and the evidence of his arousal nestled between her cheeks as she swung her hips side to side, arms reaching up and back to hook around his neck.

“This is how I learned to dance when I was younger.” Which basically consisted of utilizing him as a pole.

His touch roamed her as he simultaneously worked not to restrict her movements. It made her bolder. Such dangerous unspoken permission. She dropped, bent over, wiggled, flung her hair around, and the entire time, she worked her ass against his hard-on.

The attention they attracted was mild. This was only foreplay after all.

When she turned again, her leg wrapped around his hip, and he easily kept her in place. Ben’s nostrils flared, and his eyes blazed.

“I take yoga and pole dancing classes for the occasional workout.”

“Of course, you do.”

“Oh, something you didn’t know about me? I thought you’d be thorough with that personnel file.”

Longing smoothed out the varying reactions he tended to experience in her presence.

Her fingers brushed down his prickly jaw and tapped his chin. “How much do you know about me?”

Ben took his time in answering, leaving her to take in the scene again as he worked through it. More booths were hidden behind the frosted glass, and even more were filled with copulating couples and groups than before, but the best was the couple in the center of the dance floor having sex. Her short skirt was merely lifted in the back, and he hadn’t even unbuckled his belt.

As sex clubs went, they were being discreet.

Ben’s fingers tapped at the small of her back. “Not nearly enough.”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know nearly enough about you.”

Sarah swept away the fact that she’d been thinking the same thing about him not so long ago. “You know most of the important things, like how to make me shake and beg and come.”

His gruff laugh embraced her intimately.

“Mmm. It still feels a bit dangerous to offer you the opening to ask me what you want to know.”

“Dangerous how?”

Pushing up to her toes, Sarah brushed her nose against his. “Dangerous because you might not like what you learn.”

His grip on her tightened, and he pulled back to look at her like he’d just learned something about her. “Not everything about our pasts and personalities is pleasant, Sarah, but I still want to know you.”

The pressure of his hands was nothing compared to the pressure in her chest. “No. You really don’t.”

Ben swung her off the dance floor. “Why don’t you let me make that decision.”

Sarah tried to catch her breath as he escorted her back up the stairs to their booth. Steaming mugs of tea and a bottle of Japanese whiskey waited for them.

His hands on her hips kept her in the door.

“Do you enjoy being watched?” she asked. “I know you like to watch, but do you also enjoy putting on a show?”

Facing him, she used his tie to lure him down for a seductive kiss. Her brow rose as she slid into the booth.

Read the rest of Sarah’s story here.

Moving to Mating Metropolis means giving into sexual whims with neighbors, co-workers, and strangers. It means forgoing long-held taboos.

Sarah’s life is all about trying new things, reveling in the small—and big—pleasures of living in a city that allows her such sexual freedom.

Somehow, the exact kind of relationship she’d sworn off upon moving here is changing the day-to-day of her life. She’s dating her boss, and he’s uncovering the emotions she’s boxed away for the last seven years.

Will she be able to give Ben what he wants or will this new dynamic be the end?

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