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  Her mother’s voice had been conciliatory as she threw a glare at her eldest daughter, “Of course they are dear…and Angela and I are eternally thankful for what you are doing” Sighing heavily, Sara sat down also as she slid a piece of paper to her mother. “I thought that you should know where I am staying. We moved to his main home yesterday. That is the address and phone number” Reading the slip of paper her mother’s eyes opened wide in shock “He lives there!” Her eyes flying to Sara’s. “How rich is he?”

  Sara felt the distaste of the question as she shook her head “I have no idea…nor do I have any interest…have you heard anything from the detective?” Both shook their heads, a desolate look on each of their faces. “Nothing. He can’t seem to find any trace of him after he left that night. He seems to think that this is a good thing…that maybe he is hiding out somewhere. Said that if he is still in the country then all the money will be close by too”

  She nodded, a smile lighting her lips. “Makes sense…just need one break”, the others nodding back. The sound of a received text made her sigh as she pulled the phone she had been given out of her bag, Angela giving a long moan. “I…is that what I think it is …do you have any idea how much those things cost? They are the most expensive smart phones out there” Sara read the text, frowning. The short message informed her that he would be home by six that evening and expected her to accompany him to a meal with a business acquaintance and his wife. Sarah gave a long sigh

  “No…But I know what I am being made to pay” Her lips tightened as she stood, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I have to go. My Master calls”

  Chapter Five

  That night Sara found herself enjoying the meal. The couple, Daniel and Kathryn Taylor, were fun to be with. She found herself laughing as they turned out to be old friends of Darius’ both taking considerable delight in telling her stories about him. He groaned begging for mercy, his eyes darting to hers as he gave as good as he got. They had been curious to know about Sara, she opening up to the two as she told them of having completed her degree in business management, Darius’ eyebrows lifting as he sounded surprised.

  “You never told me that”, he smiled as she gave a return one. “You never asked” Both their eyes held the others, Sara feeling the electricity flowing between them, both unable to look away as the other two looked on, Daniel finally giving a soft cough. “Get a room, you two”, he chuckled as they both tore their eyes from the other, Sara dropping hers in confusion.

  That night as he took her into his arms she melted willingly against him, her hands pulling his head towards her as she once more allowed this man to take her to all new heights of pleasure, neither sleeping until they lay spent and exhausted in the other’s arms.

  For the next few days the two slipped into a routine. Darius would work till late, returning home just in time to have dinner with Sara. From there he would move into his office to continue with work, while she read or flicked through apartment and job listings. With a definite date given to her by Darius, she scheduled several appointments, determined to become settled as quickly as possible. Every second day, she would keep the one appointment she most looked forward too; having to leave hurt her more and more each time.

  On the third day, she sat in the kitchen talking to Edith. With nothing else to do, she persuaded the housekeeper to show her how to make her wonderful cupcakes, smiling knowing who would love the icing-laden treats. Her ringing phone made Sara frown, the sound of her mother on the end making her scowl with impatience as she listened. Without even asking how Sara was, her mother launched into a long story of being left to babysit for David that night, only to find that Angela had phoned her to tell her that she was not going to be back for the following night either. Sara felt the anger rise within her as she heard that her sister was spending the weekend with her new boyfriend, a frown on her face.

  “She has not even been separated six weeks…and she is spending the weekend with another man?” her voice disbelieving, her frown deepening as her mother defended her. “Darling…she has been through a traumatic time, she needs to feel wanted” Sara interrupting her, “She has a son, mother…what about him?” Her mother sighed. “Well I said it would be fine my looking after him tonight…but she has just landed this other night on me…and I have a previous engagement Sara…can you watch him tomorrow?”

  Sara groaned softly. If her mother had to cancel an engagement then the only one who would suffer would be David, her mother not good with children at the best of times and liable to blame the only person at hand if her plans were ruined. She was not happy at the thought of that happening. “I can’t make any promises mother…but I will ask Darius” The happiness which filled her mother’s voice made her quickly add, “But only if he is OK with it…I will phone you back if there is any problem, but I really cannot make any promises…I expect he will say no” Her mother gave her a small chuckle, “Oh Sara…looking the way you did the other day…I am sure you can get him to do anything you want” Hanging up she looked at the phone, her head shaking softly. Just how deluded was her mother?

  Soon after she received a text from Darius informing her that he was eating out with a client and that she should eat without him, Sara swore softly under her breath. She had hoped to approach the subject over dinner, however that was now impossible. At ten she finally heard the door open, rushing to it as he gave her a large smile. He looked tired she noted. While for most of the rest of the workforce Friday night heralded a two day break, she somehow doubted that he took time off, slight stubble appearing on his strong chin, Sara surprised that she wanted to feel if it would tickle against her own cheek.

  “Can I get you a drink?” she offered softly, seeing the surprise which rose to his eyes. “Thanks…maybe later…I have some work to get done…I just need an hour” Nodding in understanding, she returned to the living room, picking up her book, one eye fixed on the clock. As the time reached 11:15 she stood, pacing nervously before taking a deep breath and leaving the living room.

  Sara moved into the study, Darius looking up in surprise at her entrance. “Hey”, he greeted her, his eyes carefully following her every move as she stepped closer. “Something you need?” She stopped before the desk, shifting uneasily from foot to foot, feeling her stomach tighten with apprehension. “I was wondering if you would mind my nephew David coming over tomorrow…and staying over”, her words tripping over themselves in her rush to get them out. “He is four and a great kid…and he will be no trouble”

  Darius scowled, looking briefly back down to the papers he was reading before giving an irritated sigh. “No. I have no desire for a child to be running around here. I have a lot of work to do Sara, and when I get finished I want you to myself, not having to share you with some needy child” Sara felt her stomach drop as she swallowed down the disappointment. She had not expected any other answer if she was truthful with herself, but part of her had hoped, missing David so much.

  Darius gave a deep sigh, waiting for the tantrum which he found most women seemed to fall back on when they did not get their own way. When all remained silent he finally looked up, seeing as she watched him with her head cocked to one side. “Was there anything else?” his voice clipped as she gave a small frown. “Why are you working so late?” The question caught him by surprise, as he leant back before giving another weary sigh. “Your brother-in-law left your family business in one hell of a mess, and seeing as I do not want the whole world knowing about it, I am trying to unravel it myself”

  Sighing again, he tapped the mountain of paperwork. “It doesn’t help that I can’t work out which accounts are real and which are dummies he set up” Before him Sara nodded, her expression serious. “Maybe I can help. I knew most of the customers and suppliers…maybe I can help you eliminate at least some of them” Darius watched her carefully looking for some ulterior motive in her features before giving a half-smile and nod, “That would certainly help”

  Moving around the desk, Sara saw t
he way he moved his head in a circle, recognising the signs of a sore neck, the need to relax painful muscles. Without a thought as to what she was doing she placed her hands on his shoulders, gently starting to massage them, feeling the way he stiffened with surprise. “Relax”, she grinned, “I actually did a course in this…and your neck is in knots”

  Wordlessly, he allowed her to continue, surprised at how effectively her fingers worked out the tension within his neck. Before long his whole body relaxed, enjoying the way she kneaded his neck, the pain disappearing as she ran her fingers along the length of his shoulders and the back of his neck to his head. When she finished he could feel the difference, Sara stepping back with a small smile. “Does that feel better?” her soft question raising a small content sigh from him, she giving a chuckle as she made to move away. “Still got it”, she laughed, surprised as his hand stalled her, his fingers entwining in hers as he twirled his chair so that she now stood between his open legs.

  “Yes … you definitely have still got it”, his sensual drawl sent a shiver down her spine, his dark eyes rising to capture her blue ones, Sara stood enthralled by his unblinking look. His quick tug at her hand saw her fall forward onto his lap, a small surprised squeak leaving her lovely mouth. Finding herself over his knee, his one arm wrapped around her waist the other supporting her shoulders as he leant her down Sara felt her stomach flip. Nervously running the tip of her tongue along the top of her luscious lips had been the final straw for Darius. With a small growl he pulled her higher and kissed her with heat and passion.

  Sara kissed him back hungrily, greedily; her hands flying to his head as she held him to her. This had not been gentle, not the soft kisses of her bedtime lover, but feral, the lust they felt for each other erupting. His hands pulled at the buttons of her summer dress, sure and determined, Sara shifting slightly in his lap to give him easier access, before she felt the material slide down her side. His hand caressed her stomach while his mouth maintained its onslaught on hers, his tongue sliding along her lips. With a whimper Sara wriggled in his lap, the steady stroking of his fingers now moved up against her ribcage, driving her crazy.

  She wanted him - needed him – and with an intensity which was shocking to her, a loud groan escaped her lips as his mouth kissed down her cheek, his teeth capturing her ear as her whole body shuddered. She moved her hands to pull at his shirt, yanking at the buttons until her hand could slide against his warm skin, rewarded with the small shiver that ran through him. “Bed!” his voice husky and full of the need she shared. By now her nipples tightened into small points with only the smallest caress of his thumb against them, her own voice raspy as her head shook.

  “No time”, her fingers grasped at his belt, her hand brushed against the bulging need contained within the trousers. With another growl he rose taking her with him. She was aware as he pushed items on the desk to the side with one sure sweep of his arm, before she was deposited on the edge, her legs wide as he stood between them. With impatient hands he pushed the dress from her shoulders as Sara yanked at the belt until it dangled by his side.

  He lost no time in ridding her of the lacy bra which stood between himself and her, the delicate item floating to the ground as his hands cupped her breasts, his mouth dropped to nip on one heightened nub, Sara’s cry turned to a soft purr as his tongue flicked comfortingly over it. Her trembling fingers struggled with the button, before she instead pulled down the zip allowing her hand to slide inside, the musky scent of him invading her senses, as her head spun with the intensity of her need for him.

  With a muffled curse his hands pulled at the button until it was free, Sara pulling his trousers down, taking the underwear too. For a second both paused, Darius to gulp in air, Sara to let her eyes slide over his hardened arousal, her eyes full of fire as her fingers wrapped around the silky length of him. Darius exploded, his hands moving to hold the back of her head, angled up as his mouth plundered hers, the kiss demanding. She continued to stroke him, her finger sliding over the weeping tip of him before with another groan he grabbed her thighs, pulling her to the very edge of the desk, his fingers pulling the skimpy panties to the side. Instinctively, she guided him to the moist centre of her, his head dropped to lick the beating pulse on her neck, soft Italian words whispered against her skin sending quivers throughout her body. She felt his hands move to cup her buttocks before with one smooth determined thrust he sheathed himself fully within her.

  Sara cried out, gasping and panting as he withdrew so slowly until he was barely within her before surging forward once more, her head thrown backwards with the intense pleasure. She whispered his name, her voice breathless, begging him not to stop. As he withdrew from her, her eyes flew open with disappointment, a shuddering groan leaving her throat as he pulled her to her feet and flipped her around, his arousal hard against her bottom.

  Unsure, but with every part of her desperate to feel him once more within her, she allowed him to push her onto the desk, his mouth dropped to kiss down her spine. Sara’s fingers curled, grasped at the hard wood, her teeth biting down on her lip to stop herself from begging him to take her, appalled that she had no pride when it came to this man. Darius too seemed to be struggling, his lips and tongue shaky as they slid down the curve of her back, his hands grasping her panties as he bent and pulled them down her legs, Italian words now falling from his lips, his need as strong as hers.

  She felt him rise, his hands gathering her hair as he wrapped it around one hand, the other moving to her hip as he surged forward, once more filling her. Sara cried his name, his thrusts deep and hard, Sara feeling herself hurtling towards her release. His fingers dug deep into her thigh as she shuddered and her muscles clamped down on him the last sound she was aware of before she felt the wave upon wave of pleasure flood through her, his loud hiss and groan, the sound of it only intensifying her own climax. His hand released her hair, both hands now gripping her as he drove harder into her spasming body before with one last thrust he sank himself fully within her softness, his release as wonderful as hers.

  Sara laid over the wood, thankful for the support of the table, her legs unable to hold her, Darius’ weight pinning her as he fell heavily over her, both their breathing, ragged and unsteady, the only sound in the room. Finally he pulled himself from her, collapsing back into the chair as he pulled her with him, holding her across his knees, his mouth found hers as he kissed her softly. No more words needed to be said as she snuggled against him; a happy smile curved her lovely lips as the two clung to each other, his mouth against her head as she gave a small content sound.

  “Mmmmmm now I am feeling very relaxed”, his lips curled into a smile against her. Making to move, he growled with disappointment, “Where are you going?” Chuckling, she let her finger trace small circles around his stomach, lifting her head to kiss his jaw. “I told my mother that if it was going to be a problem about David then I would phone her back…so I am going to explain to her that we can’t have him over” Trying to move once more she frowned in surprise as his fingers tightened around her.

  “Did you mean what you said about helping with the accounts?” His voice thoughtful as she looked up at him in surprise. “Of course…it is as much for our benefit as yours” With a small laugh he dropped another kiss on her head. “Well if you are prepared to help then it seems the least I can do is let your nephew stay over” Looking back in shock, her eyes flicked across his face for signs that he was kidding, before a big smile spread over her features, Darius not sure why his stomach flipped at having made her happy.

  “Thank you”, she whispered her voice full of genuine happiness as she raised her head to kiss him, the kiss full of warmth. His arms wrapped around her as once more the two lost themselves in the need for the other, a chuckle leaving him “You are going to be the death of me young lady”, he laughed back as she allowed her hand to brush against the hardening heat of him. “But what a way to go”, her response as he rose lifting her with him as he moved to the overstuffe
d comfortable couch flipping her under him, Sara giving a happy squeal before the sound turned into small moans of pleasure from them both.

  The next morning Sara waited excitedly as 9:00 finally arrived, the doorbell ringing. She cried out to the housekeeper that she would get it, Edith chuckling knowing that they were to have a visitor that day. As usual Darius had been up early, this time Sara rising with him, he laughing watching her so excited about her nephew coming. “Let’s see if you still feel that way after you spend the day running after a toddler”, he chuckled, as she flashed him a wide grin.

  “Better than a month in the gym” Her blue eyes sparkled, Darius once more holding down the soft groan seeing her naked body silhouetted against the sun which flooded in through the window. Her expression became more wary as she looked over. “I will try and get him to keep the noise down”, she offered softly, he giving a small frown. “Not on my account…I don’t have a problem with children”

  Sara gave him an unsure quick smile “I…I guess that I didn’t think you liked them”, seeing as he paused. “Oh…why would you think that?” Sara fidgeted nervously as she reached for the t-shirt she had claimed as her own. “Well…you never married…you never talk about children…I guess I just assumed that you were not the paternal type”

  Darius gave a small shrug, “Never really gave it much thought”, his eyes flicking down her, “As for the marriage part…why limit yourself to one when there is a whole world out there?” Sara gave a small nervous laugh, her head nodding “Why indeed?” she smiled. “There are a few who have tried…some have even set out to get pregnant…it is amazing what some women will do”, his voice thoughtful as he picked out clothes to wear. Sara’s chuckle made him turn to look at her, a questioning light within his eyes, as her lips quirked. “My mother said that if I was smart I would let you get me pregnant” She saw the shock in his eyes as he moved towards her, real concern within them “Are you trying to tell me?…”, he bit out, his tone flint as she shook her head, her voice full of laughter, “What I am telling you is that in the eyes of my mother I am not smart”