Page 11 of Empowered
“You’re amazing.” How did those words come out when his lips were lazily drawing circles around her nipples? “Serves me right for falling for your seductions so easily.”
“I have no idea what the problem is.” Sarah lowered him down onto the couch, his seed dripping down her stomach and staining her thighs.Seriously. Look at this cock.Still hard and glistening from both of their orgasms. “You need to relax, though.”
She would help him. Whatever his issues with intercourse, they clearly did not exist when she had her mouth on his cock. Nope. Definitely didn’t exist when he managed to come again, only this time deep, deep in her tightening throat.
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Her phone had blown up with a hundred messages by the time she got in the back of a cab and returned to her hotel.
“CALL ME PLEASE when you have a moment!” “Seriously, I’m dying here. I can’t access one of the folders.” “What’s the password for the Blackbourne reports????”
Sarah sighed, thumb smashing against Alisha’s number while her other hand pulled her wig off her head. The cab driver glanced at her in his mirror, but did not comment on her ensemble. When in New York… “Sorry I’m only now getting back to you,” she said the moment Alisha picked up. “I’ve been busy.”
“Oh my God, you’re saving my ass! Seriously!” Alisha’s squeal of relief forced Sarah to hold her phone away from her ear. “I’m supposed to have the updated files to Mr. Monroe byfivein the morning, but I lost the password for the files. Do you know them?”
While Sarah walked her through logging into sensitive business information, she gently folded Angel’s wig and pulled the pins from her natural hair. It would need a thorough washing and combing that night if she didn’t want to look like a wreck on the train back home tomorrow. There were a lot of things she needed to do in order to not look like a wreck.
Usually she took her time unwinding back into her true self. She’d order a little room service after a night out seducing men and engaging in risky, casual sex. Watch something flippant on TV. Touch herself, if those men hadn’t done the job. Slowly strip Angel’s lingerie and take the wig off last before dipping into a hot bubble bath. By the time she got out, she wasusuallyready to go back to being Sarah Clayborn, boring executive assistant. Sometimes that went as far as catching up on work in her hotel room whileLaw & Orderplayed on the TV.
Tonight she was forced to go back to being Sarah before she reached the hotel. Alisha was off the phone once Sarah was in the elevator, making eye contact with an older woman who looked her up and down as if she were a pricy escort.Lucas thought I was.Sarah fluffed her straight, flat hair and averted her eyes toward the mirror in the elevator. Her makeup looked ridiculous without the wig.
Probably because the makeup and lingerie belonged to Angel. It washerlook. Her “come fuck me” look. Sarah didn’t have those attributes. Without the wig, she was an imposter.
She needed to take her mind off work and Lucas. Once she was in her room, makeup off and dressed in the one pair of pajamas she brought with her, Sarah sat at the table by the window and called her brother back home.
He answered before the first ring, as if he sensed her calling.
Once, seemingly not so long ago, she and Nigel had been so close they never had to say a word to one another. A nod of the head, an arch of the eyebrow, and a sigh of the lungs was all it took to say“Fuck this. I need help. Give me a hug. Isn’t this some bullshit? Sounds like our mother, doesn’t it? Our boss is at it again. You wanna take this or should I?”
As of late, however, that was gone. Trust was dismantled between them. Nigel had done something so heinous in order to protect his sister… yet Sarah could not bring herself to condone it. There was no condoning pushing someone down a flight of stairs.
Sarah didn’t care if Russell had threatened to kill her. Nigel should have told Mr. and Mrs. Monroe immediately.
This was also the same brother who learned the truth of Sarah’s miscarriage before she did. He had kept it to himself. To protect her.
“Hey,” Nigel said. “How’s New York?”
Sarah never told him what she was doing on her weekend getaways. He wouldn’t say anything even if he did know, though. The only judgment Sarah would feel was the one burning behind his eyes as he looked upon his sister’s life and wondered why the hell he had bothered to go through all that bullshit to protect her.
“It’s fine. Settling in for the night. What are you up to?”
“Just got home from game night. Carly’s here. We’re going to bed soon ‘cause she has to work tomorrow.”
Something tightened in Sarah’s chest. “How’s she doing?”
“Good, good.”
They were silent for a minute. Occasionally, Sarah heard the murmur of the TV or her brother’s girlfriend’s voice in the background. As happy as she was for her brother’s newfound love, she couldn’t help but be… a little jealous. A tad. A bit. Not enough to make her swallow the green down her throat, but enough to nick the skin covering her heart.
Deep down, she wanted someone to hold her like Carly held Nigel.
We were like that as kids.People told their mother that it wasn’t right even for twins to be so inseparable. Luckily, their mother didn’t buy into the incest rumors. She let her children share a room until puberty, after which they were given adjacent rooms with a door connecting them. It was an unspoken vow that they could go through that door whenever necessary. Well, that vow remained until Sarah went through it one evening and found her seventeen-year-old brother losing his virginity before she had the chance to try out sex for herself.
They were too old for that now. Maybe if society and culture weren’t a thing. Maybe if people didn’t already make more incest jokes about them when they both worked for the Monroes. They thought themselves terribly clever when they went to the same school, took the same courses, and earned the same administration degrees. They thought the world was theirs when Mr. Monroe hired them as his executive assistants shortly after they graduated. Their mother’s connections in the business world had made that happen. She couldn’t help them when they turned against themselves two years later, however.
Elizabeth Brown-Clayborn only found out her daughter had been pregnant when Sarah took a leave of absence from work after her miscarriage. Before that, the only people who had known were Nigel and then Russell… and Russell’s bodyguard, apparently. Sarah could have lived her whole life without knowing that man was responsible for the death of her child.
When the truth came out, more than a few people were made privy to the embarrassing, traumatic information.
