Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah (4 page)

Chapter 7

MICHAEL

I slept like shit on Friday night. I had visions of that fuck Andrews with his hands all over my woman. By the time my body called for sleep it was already eight in the morning. After sleeping for a few hours, I got ready to go play some basketball at a local gym with my best friend David Montgomery. We’d been friends since college and hung out every weekend. I hoped that it would clear my head.

After about two hours playing and a quick shower and change, we picked up some dinner and beer and headed over to his place. It was already getting late when David noticed my shitty and aggressive mood. He mentioned it many times over the last few months, but he thought it was my other troubles with the thief, and I let him think that. “Mike, what has gotten into you? You’re different. Moody and crankier than shit lately. What gives?”

“Nothing, man,” I lied. It was getting harder and harder to hide my frustration.

“Bullshit. It’s time you came clean. The thief is out of your hair for now, so what is it?”

Finally, I gave into his prodding. “She’s driving me fucking crazy!” I howled frustratingly, while running my hands through my thick hair that’s due for a cut.

“Who?” I was sure he never thought my problems would be about a woman.

“My temporary assistant Sarah,” I voiced.

“Is she hot?” David asked; he was a handsome fucking stud himself. He was just an inch shorter than me, and instead of a head of dark hair, he had light brown that was cut the same way as mine. Hell, I didn’t want them to meet each other.

“Hell yeah she is, but you don’t even think about it. She’s mine, forever,” I slurred.

I began to describe my tormentor to my friend. “She is 5’6 and has long chocolate curls. Her curves, heaven help me. She has the most expressive green eyes I have ever seen, and they are always spitting fire at me,” I described her with the hunger of a starved man.

“You’ve got it bad, my friend. We’ve got to get you out. My sister texted me to see if we wanted to check out this new club on Wells. Stacy is going to have two of her college friends there. Maybe you can get one of them to relieve your ache. As long as it’s not my sister.” Both of us laughed because we knew that would never happen. I called Paul, my personal driver, to be my designated driver for the night. Once he was there, I stumbled into the town car, then we headed to the new club.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and I wanted to see her. I didn’t want to go to a club to meet chicks. So I called her, but she didn’t answer. Damn, did that piss me off. I gave her a company phone so I could contact her at all hours. I knew that I couldn’t expect her to answer so late, but hell if I gave a fuck. In my eyes she was already mine. After the second call, I left a message grunting and slurring, “Sarah, I hope you are having a nice night. You’re really pretty, and I love you. You make me hungry. I want to eat...”

“Hey man! What the fuck are you doing leaving her a message like that? Idiot!” shouted my friend, taking away the phone and cutting off the call. “Drunk dialing is not cool. Tomorrow you will regret it.” Before David could continue to curse my love struck ass out, we reached the club.

SARAH

It was Saturday night, and I needed to get away from the office and all thoughts of Michael Vitale. I was dressed in a sexy, tight, red dress that just reached two inches above my knees and was cut so low, my “D” sized breasts look like they’d pop out with a bit of shaking my ass on the dance floor. When we got to the club, it was crowded, but since we’re young, hot, and dressed to kill, we got in with ease.

We pre-gamed before we even got to the club, so I was really buzzing when we met up with David, who was ridiculously hot and had a wall for a chest. David brought a friend with him, who was busy texting away and from behind he looked really good. His shoulders were broad and his butt begged to be groped. Seeing that rear end made me think of Michael, again. It was only the hundredth time in the past three weeks that dirty thoughts of Michael invaded my mind. The way he looked at me sometimes had me ready to give in to whatever he wanted. His eyes promised passion; he was probably an amazing lover. Enough! I screamed in my head. I needed to get over the urge to have my boss take me while bent over his desk or mine—whichever he preferred. In an attempt to forget my frustrating boss, I decided to flirt with Stacy’s really sexy brother or the guy with the cute butt, whichever will have to do. I wouldn’t sleep with either of them because it wasn’t me, but I needed a visual distraction.

“Damn girl, I haven’t seen you since you had pigtails, Sarah!” What an over exaggeration, he was always full of shit, but a nice guy.

“You are so full of it. You didn’t know me when I had pigtails.” I tried to call him on his bull, while I was staring at his friend’s backside. Something about him really reminded me of Michael. Damn him.

“You wore them when you two were moving into your dorm.” David gave me a dirty, promising look. Damn, Stacy’s brother was a big ass flirt.

“You remembered?” I flirted back, playfully placing my hand on his arm. I wouldn’t hookup with her brother before I met Michael. Now, I knew I couldn’t. Hell, I didn’t know if I could ever want anyone else.

“How could I forget? You looked freaking hot. And now, you look fucking sexy,” David said loudly over the music. He picked me up and twirled me around, making me laugh. That was when the friend, who had been on his phone, turned around. Shock and desire hit me at once. Of all the people, why did it have to be him? But before I got to say or do anything, someone else grabbed my arm and spun me around roughly.

I came face to face with my ex, who looked really mad. “Sarah, he’s right. You look sexy as fuck. Why the fuck are you out dressed like that?” Jason snarled at me like he had a right to say shit to me. Michael didn’t look too happy with it either; he was glaring at me, too.

“Jason, what the hell are you doing here? Stop it. Let me go!” I shrieked loudly, although it was hard to hear in this noisy club.

“We need to talk.” He started dragging me to the back of the club. He was too strong for me to pull out of his grasp.

“There is nothing we need to talk about. It’s over between us. What the fuck! You are hurting me! Let me go.” I was hoping someone could reach me, but it was so crowded I lost sight of the guys. He tried to kiss me, but I moved out of the way.

MICHAEL

All I saw was red, watching that prick manhandle her. Some dumb bitch walked right in front of me before I could get to her as that fuckhead pulled her away. By the time I got to her, I could hear some of their conversation. Then the fuck tried to kiss her. That was when I rushed after the prick.

“So, you’re not fucking your boss, huh? You lying little bitch!” He pulled her closer to him and out toward the back exit. I followed, breaking through the crowd.

“You are mine. So what if I fucked a few women? You wouldn’t put out anymore. Now I know why. That fuck has been giving it to you. Has he been fucking you like that other bitch he has on the side? That hot piece of ass from the party.” 

“I am not with him. He’s just my boss.” I could see that she was trying to get away from the bastard who wanted to die. “I am not his. So let me go,” she said with fear in her voice. The fucking bastard was scaring her, for that alone I was going to break his nose.

“The hell you’re not!” I pulled her away and belted the fucker in the face just as the bouncer came out with David and Stacy in tow.

“You ever touch her again, I will kill you. Sarah, we’re leaving.” I pulled her to me with my hand around her waist.

“I’m taking her home,” I told David and Stacy. We started to walk to the front in a hurry. I didn’t want her to try and leave with Stacy. After what I saw, I wasn’t fit to leave her in anyone’s care but my own.

“Mr. Vitale…” Before she could finish, I pulled her against my body. My hard length pressing firmly against her belly.

“I told you to call me Michael,” I grunt sternly as I leaned in and kissed her. It was not a gentle kiss, it was a kiss of ownership, of possession. Now, without a doubt, she was mine.

 


Chapter 8

MICHAEL

Swept away by my kiss and the drinks she already had, she didn’t realize that I’d moved us toward the front of the club. I pulled my lips away from hers so I could catch my breath and get my shit together. I was liable to fuck her right here if she kept letting me kiss her like I was.

“What the fuck, Sarah? Has he hurt you before? Don’t lie to me, cara,” I demanded just as Paul pulled up to take us home. David must have called him for me when I walked to the back to get Sarah from that bastard’s clutches. “No, he never has—until tonight.”

“He has accused you of cheating with me?” She looked embarrassed, so I took that as a yes. “When?”

“Since we first met.” She shyly blushed as she hung her head, and that alone had my thoughts roaming. It left part of her neck available to my eyes and lips. I started to nip at her flesh.

“Why would he, when we hadn’t seen each other until you took over for your aunt.” My buzz faded when that fuck put his hands on my woman, but nuzzling her neck while I was questioning her has me feeling high. She must have given him the impression that she was interested in me.

“I can’t…” she moaned.

Pulling her closer, I wrap my arms around her slim waist, and I nibble on her ear. “You can. You want me, and I can feel it. I know you can feel how much I want you. We’ve wasted too much time. You ditched the loser. Now, you…are…mine. Tell me why he would think that about us, amore, tell me why!” I needed to know why. Paul stood there patiently waiting for us. He knew she was special to me.

“Because he heard me say you were handsome to my cousins, and they teased me saying I had a crush on you.” She seemed ashamed of her partial admission. She had nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I would kill to have any bit of her affection for myself.

“I hope you do, amore, because I have a huge crush on you.” I captured her lips one more time before Paul opened the door for us. I helped her into the town car and slid in after her. “Home, Paul.” I pressed the button for the partition; I needed some privacy.

“This is wrong. I shouldn’t leave the girls and David.” Fury invaded my thoughts. I hadn’t forgotten that she was all happy to see my friend in there. I was jealous, something I’d never experienced when it came to women until I met Sarah. It burned in my gut and tore at my heart.

“Don’t make me go kick his ass, Sarah. If I ever catch you in another man’s arms again, I am going to rip him apart.” I furiously whispered in her ear as my hand slid under her dress. I tapped her wet panties with two fingers, eliciting a moan from her. I bit at her bottom lip, then pulled aside her soaked undies. Cupping her sex, I said, “You are mine. This is mine. Nobody touches what’s mine, and I don’t like to share.” I couldn’t believe I was losing it. The thought of any man touching her was making me see red again. I had to get her back to my penthouse and claim what was mine.

She sighed as I inserted a finger inside her. “I’m not yours…I am your temporary assistant…nothing more.” Despite her panting words, she pushed her hips forward into my hand, craving more. I smiled into her neck as I continued my assault on her senses.

“Cara, you are saying one thing but your body is telling me another.” I continued to rub her clit while my other hand grasped the back of her neck, tugging her hair and kissing her with the pent up desire and rage I felt at the moment. I felt her body tense and her pussy clench as I whispered sweet words in Italian.

SARAH

“Come for me, cara” Just like that, I splintered into a million pieces. His words commanded me to respond. “Mine.” I should be frightened by my desire for him and his possessiveness, especially after what just happened with Jason, but I’d spent the last six and a half months trying to pretend I didn’t want him, didn’t crave him above anyone else. I’d lied to myself and to him, and he wasn’t letting me get away with it anymore, and I didn’t want to get away with it. I wanted him to kiss me all night long, to let his magical hands seduce my body into complete surrender. His aggressiveness had me turned on so much, I didn’t even care that the driver, whose name I couldn’t remember, might hear me. I watched the way he licked my juices off his fingers.

“Delizioso.” Damn! I almost creamed again. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it on his erection that was about to rip his pants, then tucked my hand with his. Kissing my forehead, he pulled me so my head rested on his chest.

We arrived at his building that he owned. I was embarrassed when I saw my reflection in the glass entrance. “Oh my!” I tried to adjust my appearance, fixing my hair.

Recognizing my embarrassment, he said, “I know. I like that look on you. You look like a satisfied woman, my satisfied woman. Don’t worry about the security guard. I pay for discretion.”

Jealously ran through me at his words. His playboy persona ruined a perfect moment between us. The doorman probably saw all of Michael’s bimbos come here before. Gosh, I was so stupid, I shouldn’t be here. What would happen on Monday?

He noticed the look on my face changed from desire and need to anger and hurt.

Before I could run for the exit and away from him, he gripped my waist and said, “I meant, no one is allowed to gossip about any of the tenants in my building, bellissima. You are the only woman I have brought here to fuck. Come on, tesoro.” He pulled me into the elevator, and as the doors close he whispered, “And the only one I ever will.” With that, my panties were wet all over again.

The instant we entered his penthouse condo, he pinned me to the door, kissing me until we were both breathless. “Sarah, look at me.” I did as he asked, my desire growing with every touch. “If you don’t want this, tell me now. I don’t think I can stop once I start.”

“I want you, Michael,” I whispered, all of the sudden feeling so shy. The look in his eyes should scare me, but all I felt was aching need. His grey eyes darkened with lust while he stared at me hungrily. Michael was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, and he wanted me. I was going take whatever he wanted to give me tonight and for however long this lasted. He took me into his room and stripped us both.

I took in all his features, his chest was hard and tan and his abs tight. There was a little sprinkling of hair on his chest that thinned out until it reached his hips. The v shaped dark hair couldn’t hide the magnificence of his massive cock. All of a sudden, I was hungry. I didn’t like to give head because I didn’t want to feel submissive, but all I ache to do is take him deep inside my mouth. With Michael, I wanted to be dominated. 

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