CHAPTER ELEVEN

T wenty minutes later, Sage was dressed in her favorite little black dress and slid into the leather seat of a limousine.

Ari stepped in next and positioned himself in front of her. He nodded to the driver and then the privacy screen slid into place.

Sage swallowed.

“Did you think about me today?” Ari asked her.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Good thoughts, or naughty thoughts?”

Sage wished she could stop blushing in front of this man, but everything he said caused a reaction. “Both,” she replied honestly.

His eyes blazed with flame as the car began moving.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Take off your panties and spread your legs,” he said, ignoring her question. “Then I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Her mouth parted slightly. Ari had just had his mouth on her and now he wanted more? He was insatiable.

Then again, so was she.

“Now, Sage,” Ari growled.

She put her purse on the seat beside her and slowly slid her dress up, tucking her fingers under the lace of her black panties and tugging.

“Pull up your dress so I can see your pussy and spread your legs.”

Oh, God.

The way he spoke, and the way he looked at her made her instantly wet. She began to tremble. Not in fear, but desire.

“Ari, I—”

“Don’t think, just do it,” he instructed. “Eyes on me.”

The cool air hit her sensitive flesh and when her fingers connected, she drew in a small groan. Ari stared back at her like she was the seventh wonder of the world until his eyes dropped to her vulnerable flesh.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

She watched his cock harden.

Jesus. This man was pure sex.

“Run your fingers through your pussy and I want to see them glistening with juice.” His voice was thick with hunger. She let out a little moan when she brushed her clit and began to circle it. God, she’d been worried she wouldn’t come again so quickly but she’d been wrong.

Her body was on fire.

“Slow down. You’re not coming yet,” he said. “Just do as I say.”

She groaned in frustration, made worse when Ari pulled out his cock and began stroking.

“You see what you do to me?” He ran his thumb over the swollen end. “I’m ready to fuck you again already.”

Her mouth watered as her heavy lashes dropped downward. She needed him inside her like a drug.

“Your pussy is so beautiful. Did you touch yourself today while thinking of me, Sage?”

“Yes.” She barely whispered.

“Good girl. You are so much naughtier than I thought. Now, do you want to suck me or ride me?”

Sage’s arousal flared even more as her finger strummed her clit. Her teeth clenched her bottom lip. “Oh, God,” she cried, ready to come.

“Stop,” Ari said and her eyes flew open. “Down on your knees over here. Now, Sage.”

Reluctantly, her fingers fell from her pussy, and she dropped to her knees. Ari cupped her chin and tapped his large swollen cock on her lips.

“Lips open. That’s it, suck the end of it. Yes, fuck.” Ari groaned and then inserted himself completely inside her mouth.

Sage wrapped her lips around his cock. He was hot and salty, filling her mouth. A hand pressed to the back of her head, and he went deeper.

“Shit, yes.” Ari groaned. “Fuck me with your mouth, Sage. God, I’ve been imagining this all day.”

He had?

She moved up and over his cock, sucking, licking, and stroking it. After a minute, she reached down and began rubbing her own flesh. A moan escaped her, and Ari glanced down at her.

“Greedy girl,” he said, lifting her with surprising strength onto the seat beside him. He spread her thighs and then his mouth was on her.

Sage cried out, uncaring who heard her.

“When you are with me, and unless I tell you, this is my pussy.” He lapped and pulled her flesh with his lips. “You understand. You don’t touch it unless I tell you.”

Sage didn’t agree at all, but right now she’d say anything for the release she needed.

“Yup, cool, oh my God.” His thumb joined the party on her clit. “Ari, God, fuck, I’m going to come.”

Two fingers slid inside her and she arched off the seat. Fireworks exploded in her brain as her orgasm flashed through her. Ari didn’t stop. He continued to run his tongue over her sensitive flesh until he sat and lifted her onto his lap, gripping her hips. “Hold my shoulders.”

Sage took control of the speed as she lowered onto his thick cock. The zipper on the back of her dress slid down, and then he pulled the garment off her.

“Oh, godfuckgod,” Sage cried as he filled her completely.

“Sage.” Ari moaned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

He took one of her nipples in his mouth and her body roared in response.

“Ride me, fuck me, Sage,” Ari demanded, as he moved her up and down his cock. “That’s it.”

She gripped his wide, muscular shoulders and gasped as she held his hungry eyes.

“Feel good?” he asked, and she nodded. “Do you like fucking me, Sage?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Clench me with your pussy,” he ordered, and she tightened around him, while grinding into his body.

“Oh, God.”

“Take what you need,” Ari said.

“Ari, fuckfuckfuck.” She cried out, her body trembling as the orgasm began and he tightened his hold on her, thrusting harder and faster.

“Jesus.” He growled, gripping her head and crashing his mouth onto hers. He released into her and let out a cry that sent shivers through her entire body.

Sage slumped onto his chest, wondering if this was normal to desire someone in such an all-consuming way, and she didn’t think she was alone in that thought.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER , they arrived at their destination. Sage had tidied herself up and was pulling on her coat when the door opened.

She glanced up as she climbed out. “Oh,” she exclaimed.

“I hope this is okay.” Ari placed his hand on her back as they both stared at the Seattle Art Museum with its large black sculpture. It was well known to locals as the Hammering Man.

Sage smiled at Ari. “Yes. I haven’t been here for years. I’m just surprised.”

“Because I don’t seem like the history type? Trust me, Sage, history is my forte.” He smirked.

She took his offered arm as he led her inside the museum, curious to know more after that comment. He didn’t look like a man interested in history. War history maybe.

“It’s not open for long, but I thought we could look around before dinner.” Ari bought two tickets and directed her to the first exhibition.

“You seem to know your way around,” she observed. “Do you come here often?”

His hand slid down her back when they stopped in front of a sculpture. He stood gazing at it a long moment before his eyes slid to hers. “From time to time. It’s important to remember the past, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I guess it is.” Sage looked at the sculpture again. She took in the large quiet space and watched Ari wander around.

In a strange way, he had a similar old-world energy about him. Not old-fashioned, it wasn’t that. He had a sort of quiet, solid depth to him that was hard to put into words.

It was just a vibe.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, realizing there was more to him than she’d first thought. Not that they’d had much time talking. Most of it had been spent undressed and pleasuring each other.

And she had zero complaints about that.

She was looking forward to their dinner so she could ask some questions. One thing she wanted to ask about was his accent. He sounded American, but with a blend of other accents she couldn’t place. It wasn’t horrible, in fact it was sexy and only added to his allure.

“Where are you from?” She spurted out.

So much for waiting for dinner.

Ari turned from across the room and stared at her.

“Your accent. What is it?”

He walked toward her like a predator and took her chin. “I am from Rome.”

“Italy,” Sage said.

“A long time ago. Come, we will finish with the next exhibit and then head to the restaurant.” Ari led her across the room.

She wondered exactly how long ago it could have been given Ari was in his early thirties at most. Her curiosity was deepening, but Sage had to remember this thing between them was just short term. It had been one night initially, but clearly, both of them hadn’t quite quenched their thirst.

That was it.

After tonight, she was unlikely to see him again.

Still, the more she watched him, the more questions arose. His gym explained his well-defined body, but he appeared to have great wealth. The way he dressed was more informal than a businessman, but it was expensive.

Then there was the limousine. He’d booked it while she was dressing as if it was no big deal, and the heavy watch on his arm had likely cost the same as a mortgage deposit in some states.

But there was something else about Ari which screamed of wealth. It was less tangible. Sage had seen it in some of the directors at her company. The sharp glint of power in his eyes.

Smart.

Powerful.

Dangerous.

Sage swallowed as her nipples hardened. Ari was a very interesting man, and while she knew this was going nowhere, she found herself wanting to know his life story.

Why was a man so powerful and attractive alone?