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Lust Chapter 3

Sara thought by seeing him, a small part of her attraction for him would vanish, but the harsh reality was worse than expected. He was tall and broader than he was twelve years ago. His hair was now greyer in spots, but still curly. His smile still made her knees weak and her body hum with need. Then his eyes, oh his eyes were still as blue as she had remembered. Her feelings came back tenfold.

She shed her gown and hung it up to get cleaned and then locked her door. She walked over towards her dresser and lifted out her most prized possession, she had it made in France. Not bothering getting her nightgown out, and looking at the sanded, polished and cured wood, she pulled the sheets down and slipped into bed, thinking of Gil.

Her right hand mimicked the motion with her dildo, as she thrust it into her moistened core. All she could think of was Gil hovering above, pounding into her, both of them searching for release together. She pinched her nipple with her free hand and could feel her climax approaching. His name was soft on her lips as she finally pulled her toy away from her wetness, cleaned it and tucked it away safely.

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Sara sat at the head of the table, as the board members gathered around. "All of them men, ha! They better get used to me." Sara thinks beforeshe spotted Gil, in his pin-striped suite and it cut to perfection; molding to his body perfectly.

"I want to thank you gentlemen for coming to this meeting on such short notice. My grandfather built this business from the ground up and he had big dreams for the future." Sara shifted though her folder and took out a few piece of paper. "I will be formally conducting an audit on each one of your departments." She paused listening to the collective gasps from around the table.

"Is that really necessary?" Ethan's voice noticeable rough; no doubt due to his excessive smoking.

"Yes it is." She passed around a few sheets of paper displaying the profits that should have been accessible but were nowhere to be found. "We have been losing money and I want to know where it is." She looked at everyone's faces and sighed with frustration. "Someone has been taking money from my company and I will find out who it is. If anyone would like to bring something to my attention or speak with me," Sara looked at her watch. "I'll be in my office until eight tonight after that…well it'll be too late. Good day gentlemen." She gathered her things and left the conference room.

What a way to start your Monday, first your car refuses to start, and then your dress isn't ironed correctly and now… A knock interrupted Sara from her thoughts and paper work.

"Come in!" Her voice was distant even to her own ears.

"Sara?" Gil came through her office door. "I'd like to talk with you, if you have a few minutes to spare." She could only nodded and point to a seat. He closed the door behind him and took a seat in front of her desk.

"Is there something wrong? Would you like to talk about the person responsible for pilfering? Or is there…" Sara was all about business and he had to stop her before he forgot why he came here in the first place.

"No, everything is fine in my department. All my books are kept up to date." He shifted in his seat and looked around her office. It was so much like her grandfather kept it but you noticed the little differences; soft, splashes of color and a feminine touch. "This is more personal, than business."

Sara couldn't believe her ears. Gil, wanting to talk about something personal. She put down her pen and folded her hands together.

"That would be fine but as you can see this is a place of business." Her voice was smooth and not a hint of pleasure. "If you wish to discuss anything personal, might I suggest you come by my place after eight tomorrow night?" Sara looked up at the clock and noticed the time was getting away from her.

"I…" He didn't know what to do.

"I really don't have time to dilly-dally around here." She packed up her paperwork, notebooks, and folders. "I have a full work load as you can plainly see and tomorrow you might now think it was that important to talk about." Sara loved watching him squirm and fidget. "So if you would, please show yourself out." She grabbed up her things and walked out of her office; head held high and this time she didn't land at his feet.

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Gil was dumbstruck by her bluntness. He didn't know whether to kiss her or spank her. Oh how the years went by and how she had grown into this confident, strong, brilliant, and stunning woman. She'd turned into a very attractive woman with curves in all the right places and the brains to match him in every aspect.

Yes, his job was probably in trouble. The ad campaign wasn't nearly going as well as they had hoped. He wished she'd just fire him already or he will just have to quit. Never has he forgotten the girl he'd hurt so much and by her actions…neither has she. Several job offers came to him while Sara was away, but seeing her only made his decision that much easier; giving him the time to pursue her fully and take what he was meant to have in the first place; Sara.

She was stunning the other night, a vision of beauty and poise. Now he still sat down at her desk sporting a full erection, wondering what it would take to get her alone, to kiss and touch her; until he couldn't take it anymore. He knew she probably wouldn't take kindly to his attention and fall willingly into his arms. But he had almost driven himself mad wondering who had touched her while she was away all these years, how she responded and if he was still on her mind.

She was his boss now and the sight of her made him like a horny teenager crazed with lust. How dare she make him feel this unbalanced. Never in all his thirty five years has he been this confused and sexually frustrated; not even with Heather.

He couldn't deny her anything…anymore. If she were to ever find out that all she had to do was ask something of him, he would do it without hesitation or remorse. He was way in over his head and would surely drown, but what a lovely way to go. Tomorrow would be another day closer to his 'appointment' time with her. Dread, anticipation, excitement were all forming in his belly.

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Her butler showed him into her study and offered him a glass of house wine; instead of the customary brandy. The liquid had a smooth taste, full body and an aroma to make one's mouth water.

"What do you need to talk about, Gil?" Sara came into the room with her jacket off and he could almost see through her thin white blouse. She looked like she was getting ready to go out. "As you can see I'm in a bit of a hurry," She looked at the grandfather clock as it struck eight thirty. "And as of now, I'm officially late." She sat down behind her grandfather's old desk and waited for him to start talking.

"I've actually come to apologize for all the hurt that I have caused you; both past and present. We both know that you still have yet to forgive me for my rude behavior and for that…" Sara laughed and cut Gil off.

"I'm not mad at you, Gil." She sighed. "You did what was best for you and for that I alone I cannot blame you." She un-buttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, knowing it would distract him and loving every minute of his torture.

"Yes, you could have handled it a lot better but it's in the past and I personally would like to move forward." Gil couldn't have agreed more but her presence was very distracting. She sat perched on the edge of the desk now. "So I'll accept your apology. I would like to thank you for stopping by. I believe this conversation is over unless you still have something else on your mind?" Oh, he had plenty on his mind indeed, as his gaze traveled up her long shapely legs.

"It would seem the gossip mill is working overtime and contrary to all the talk…Sofia is not my fiancée. She is a sister of a friend of mine who decided to take pity an old man and be his escort for the evening and that's all."

"And this is imperative to me…how?" Her posture was all business but a light curl of her lips showed she was amused by his discomfort.

"I have hoped we could try to find a certain level of friendship be…" Sara couldn't talk it any longer and laughed.

"A friendship, Gil? Is that what you really want from me or do you think it will save your job to sleep with the boss?" His mouth hung open by her bluntness.

"I…I didn't mean… well that is…"

"What is it?"

"Damn it Sara! If you would stop talking for a minute maybe I could get a word in edge wise." He ran his hand through his now messy head of curls. "I'm attracted to you and I would like…" Sara cut him off right there.

"Oh, so now that I've grown up and I am worthy of your attention and your time." Gil was getting frustrated by her accusations but it did seem that way. He shifted again to make room for his erection; seeing how it was now hard as steel.

"I did not say that, though it could possibly be taken that way seeing how we haven't spoken for many years…and…"

"No we haven't." She stated. "I believe your cock has done all the talking."