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The way she was looking at him was purely erotic. The woman was trussed up in a lacy bra with the straps hanging off her shoulders and matching panties that his fingers were itching to tear off. He watched the pink-haired vixen writhe under him in wanton need, urging him in that breathy voice that sounded like a siren song to his ears.
"Say my name," he heard himself command… as though it was involuntary. His hand smoothed her pink locks back and away from her face before grabbing her head, forcing her wide, emerald eyes to stare with deep desire into his own. He leaned forward, maintaining his straddled position over her and stared down dominatingly at the woman beneath him. Her response was the extended arch of her back and the lust that poured out of her mouth when she finally said his name, actively taking on the role of the submissive.
"Sasuke."
A light groan left his mouth when the raven-haired man rolled over. His hand instinctively reached for the obvious erection between his legs. He muttered a curse, realizing the whole thing had been a dream. But, it had been so vivid… the image of Sakura's face so flushed, flustered, and lustful invaded his brain. He couldn't help the slight hiss that escaped his curled lips as he got up and out of bed. Thinking of her would only worsen the problem… that poked out of his flannel plants.
Sasuke scratched the back of his head. He had never desired a woman so strongly before. Ever since he had first kissed her, he couldn't get his mind off of getting him under her, begging—dominating her and making her scream until—
He rubbed his eye and cursed once more. To put it plainly: he couldn't think of anything or anyone else. He did have a dinner date with her in the evening… maybe he could…?
As he grabbed the tube of toothpaste, and squeezed some out onto his brush, Sasuke knew that though his handsome face had gotten him privilege, especially amongst those of the female gender, Sakura was different. She hadn't given in so easily and readily like previous women he had dealt with.
It only further intrigued him and turned him on…
…which is why he decided to brush his teeth while he took a cold shower.
She had never had a particular habit of shaking her leg or tapping her foot against the floor—or, staring at the clock every five seconds. When her eyes involuntarily glanced back to see if the little hand had moved, Sakura huffed, dropping her pen on the table, and pushed herself away from her desk. She couldn't work like this.
He dinner date with Sasuke was impeding her ability to finish the paperwork laid out in front of her. If she didn't know better, her body was showing outward signs of anxiety, when in reality she was filled to the brim with anticipation. Suddenly standing up on her feet, Sakura decided a quick walk around the building would suffice in distracting her long enough to actually get some work done.
"Ah, Sakura. I'm—" Genma, stopped, his hand raised in knocking position. The door had opened before he could do so.
"Hi, Genma," greeted Sakura, trying to stop her eyes from rolling in slight annoyance.
The man easily fell into stride beside her, jingling whatever was in his pockets in nervousness. "How are you?"
"Fine, and you?" Sakura turned the corner, heading toward the main meeting room to grab herself a cup of coffee.
"I'm doing great," replied Genma. He scratched the back of his head in thought, watching his boss mix the hot caffeinated beverage in her hands.
"Is there something on your mind?" Sakura would have liked more not to know, but she was just trying to be… nice.
"N-no. How is Ryou?" he asked suddenly.
Sakura tried to show no outward sign in response to the mention of her husband's name. "He's gone on a business trip."
"Oh? Ara is trying a partnership with Uchiha Corp., right?" Genma continued when Sakura nodded. "Any idea where?"
The pinkette shook her head. "Not really. He said he'd be back in a few days." With her coffee in hand she made her way to the door. "I'd love to chat longer, but I've got to get back to work."
Genma nodded and waved his hand when she left. His eyes hardened as they watched her shrinking form. His lips pressed into a thin line as he walked out and the opposite way. Something was different about her.
"I'll be outside in a few minutes."
"Okay," replied Sakura, breathlessly. When she heard the phone disconnect, Sakura quickly made her way to the mirror to glance over herself once more. The dress Ino had suggested fit her perfectly, clinging to the curves of her body. The moderate V-neck accentuated her collarbones and angled shoulders. She paired it with beige colored heels that had a black ribbon run over the crossed straps on her feet. Grabbing her purse she peeked out the window just in time to see a black car pull up in front of her house. Her heart thudded loudly as she skipped a little too quickly down the stairs, saving herself from almost tipping over. Slowing down to maintain a proper composure, Sakura strolled out the front door, clutching the straps of her purse as if it would alleviate some of the edginess she felt.
"Good evening," greeted a liquid gold voice.
"Hi." Sakura carefully took her seat, noticing how Sasuke was leaned back against the driver's side door, calm and relaxed as if they had no where to go at the moment. Sakura smoothed her dress out on her thighs and glanced at him. "Are we going?" she asked when he didn't move.
Sasuke did answer right away, and neither did he have to. The woman noticed the way his eyes were drinking her in and taking note of her attire— he noticed the way it clung to her body in all the right places, giving him an appreciative view of the body his fingers craved to explore every inch of.
"We can skip dinner… if you like," he suggested darkly. He moved from his position against the door and leaned toward her with a sinful barely-there smirk on his face.
"Dinner was the plan," countered Sakura, placing a hand on his chest to push him away and create some space between them.
Sasuke chuckled and curled his fingers around hers. "As you wish." He swiftly closed the distance between their mouths, capturing her lips in a teasing kiss that not only caught Sakura off guard, but momentarily made her think that skipping dinner would not be such a bad idea...
He pulled away before she could respond and revved the engine.
"Which restaurant will we be going to?" asked Sakura once she could think straight.
"It's one I own."
"Is there a reason you have a need to own everything?" Sakura heard him chuckle.
"It keeps the press and public away."
"Oh."
"Plus," he added, "we'll have the most privacy there than anywhere else." His lips moved exaggeratedly at upon the stressed word. He glanced at her and saw her shift in her seat.
"Why do you always have to make everything sound so…"
Sasuke smirked and glanced at her face while she paused to find the right word.
"… so suggestive?"
They stopped at a red light and Sasuke took the chance to lean over the small compartment stationed in between their seats. "I like watching you react," he commented as she turned toward him. Drawn to his smoldering gaze, Sakura couldn't help but leaned forward, feeling his fingers run down the skin of her neck and shoulder, raising goose bumps along the way. His hand moved back up and the pad of his thumb brushed against her lower lip. She was sure he'd kiss her—
—the car suddenly lurched forward right when the light turned green as if he had been paying attention to the road the whole time.
"Exactly," he commented; she had proved his point.
The restaurant claimed a good portion of the street it was located on. It seemed to be its own atmosphere, closed from the outside world, save the couple windows that gave a glimpse of what it looked like on the inside.
Sasuke parked the car in the adjacent lot and let the woman with him into the restaurant, keeping a warm hand on the small of her back.
"How many for tonight, sir?" greeted the voice of a female when they entered the restaurant.
Sakura noticed they way her eyes were glued to Sasuke, taking in his appearance, while not bothering to hide her blatant staring or admiration. She narrowed her gaze at her in annoyance. However, he paid no attention to her. Sasuke wrapped an arm around Sakura's waist and held up his fingers. "Two."
The waitress nodded breathlessly and motioned for them to follow. "Right this way."
Sakura felt their bodies brushed each other's repeatedly as they followed the woman through the winding path of guests who were chatting away casually. It was a decadently designed restaurant: very expensive and luxurious looking. Every person was dressed to perfection: some women in ellaborate makeup and gowns with men in crisp three-piece suits.
"What would you like to drink?" The waitress stopped to set down the menus on a neatly set table.
"Can we have something more private? A booth, maybe?" Sasuke hid the frown on his face. This was too much in the open.
Sakura felt her body tingle at his suggestion, but mutely followed. They were led to a more dimly lit corner of the restaurant where conversation was more quiet and the people they passed were engaged in more… reserved behavior.
"Much better," Sasuke commented, taking a seat.
"You seem tense."
"I'm fine," replied Sakura, taking another bite of her food.
"Whatever you say." Sasuke shrugged dismissively, yet had an amused expression on his face.
"Yesterday," began Sakura, attempting to change the subject, "when I told you I work for Lira you looked at me in that way…"
"What way?" Sasuke smirked, remembering his time with her the previous day.
"You're doing it right now."
"Okay, and what do you infer from it?"
"That you know something I don't." Sakura set her fork down and leaned back. "Something you should be telling me," she added.
"I appreciate you being so observant of me."
"Well, you don't give away much. You're very… cryptic. It's the only way I can try to understand… what you don't say," explained Sakura honestly.
"Is that your only reason?" Sasuke leaned forward, liking where their conversation was headed.
Sakura couldn't help but laugh a little. "Don't flatter yourself."
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Well, yes. What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm anticipating how you might react," explained Sasuke.
"So we're back to that?" Sakura rolled her eyes and just realized how she had leaned in like he had; they were just a few inches apart. Her gaze involuntary dropped to his mouth that was pulled into a smirk before she forced them back up and into his own.
"See, you're doing it again."
"Doing what?" her voice had suddenly lowered to just above a whisper.
"Reacting." His index finger tipped up her chin, reducing the distance between their mouths. He saw her lips suck in a breath in response. "If you must know," he began, leaning back slightly to look into her eyes, "I am a co-owner of Lira."
Sakura recoiled in pure surprise. "What?"
"I'm not the owner, but I do own a percentage."
"That doesn't make a difference," Sakura countered. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks reddened when she realized that Sasuke was… her… boss… in a way….
What?!
Though she was… mortified, to an extent, she couldn't believe a more secret part of her mind actually considered it… hot and somewhat of a turn on. She quickly pushed those feelings away, not wanting to hint at them and outwardly show signs of them to the man in front of her.
"Why didn't you…?" Sakura trailed not knowing what to think, or say.
"Tell you before? I didn't know you back then. Though I would have liked to."
"No, no," Sakura cupped her mouth, still recovering from her surprise. "This means you're my…" she couldn't finish the sentence. She was embarrassed, excited, and weirdly, somewhat aroused.
"Not your direct boss. I'm somewhere up there," he motioned into the air.
"Well, Mr. Uchiha, you will have my resignation soon." Sakura ran her fingers through her hair.
Sasuke chuckled, and took her hand, brushing his lips against her knuckles. "Why?"
Sakura did not recoil from his touch, rather she leaned forward, a sincere and honest expression on her face. "Because it's… weird." She smiled sheepishly at her insufficient word choice. "For us to be in a… relationship, and—"
"Relationship?"
Sakura blushed, averting her gaze in embarrassment at her sudden conclusion. "Well, yes," she admitted lowly. "Don't you think so?"
Sasuke's gaze was thoughtful. Alarms went off in his head warning him he was treading into dangerous territory. Since when was he ever inclined to be in a relationship with a woman? "Something like that..." he cryptically answered, against his better judgement. He intertwined their fingers, not able to help himself.
His hand felt warm and inviting. Though it wasn't the answer she had exactly hoped for.. he wasn't pushing her away and neither was he making a run for it. Sakura was actually relieved to hear him say that. She was happy it entirely one-sided. He wanted it as much as she did… whatever it was that they had.
"I've read about you," he stated, continuing before she could speak, "and I admire your work ethic. We are… alike in that sense."
Sakura gave him a small smile. "Thank you. Though, I don't understand the need to read up on me."
He shrugged. "I wanted to know a bit more about you."
"You can just ask, you know."
"I was interested in finding out a bit about your professional side. You have a stellar resume."
Sakura blushed. "Thank you." Then rounding their conversation, she continued, "but still… to have you as my boss… I—"
"It makes for interesting role play, don't you think?" Sasuke smirked, his gaze teasing and toe-curling.
Sakura blushed a scarlet red and averted her eyes, though she couldn't help but smile timidly. She attempted to pull her hand out of his grip. "Do you always have to bring everything back to—"
"Yes," he said simply, not allowing her hand to leave his warm, possessive grasp.
"It'll take some getting used to on my part," she informed in a low voice.
"We shouldn't waste time, then."
"Agreed." Sakura grinned mischievously, playing along with his teasing. She actually found it a bit… fun.
"Still hungry?"
Sakura cleared her throat and shook her head. "Not for food," she whispered.
Sasuke's eyes darkened and he swiftly got up. He left a few crisp bills on the table and held out his hand to her. "Let's get out of here."
Sakura felt giddy during the ride back. They had made small talk here and there, but the mutual desire that hung in the air was hard to ignore and push aside.
"My place?" Sasuke suggested huskily when they stopped at a red light.
Sakura turned toward him, thoroughly taken by the dark stare that penetrated her. "Sure," she replied in a whisper. There wouldn't be much for her to do at her house anyway… Her body hummed in sweet and knowing keenness as they drove.
When his mansion came into view, her heart sped up. Sasuke quickly pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. He remained still, leaned back in his chair for a few seconds before he turned toward her. "Shall we?"
He walked around to her side, opening the car door for her. Sakura stepped out, feeling the cool, night air smooth over her bare skin, making her shiver involuntarily. She felt his hand slide around her waist and the heat of it spread through her body and pool in certain regions she suddenly desired to feel his touch. He left her side momentarily to unlock the door, and Sakura couldn't help but think that their dinner date had sufficed in bringing them closer together, both mentally and physically.
"Come in," he invited, turning on the living room lights.
"Thanks for dinner. It was nice." Sakura smiled at him shyly as he took his spot next to her on the couch.
"I'm happy you liked it."
"It's been a while since I—nevermind." Sakura waved her hand dismissively. "Thank you again. I had a good time."
His gaze warmed and he took a hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers. "Your welcome."
She didn't know what had given her a sudden sense of courage or motivation, but she shifted closer to him, slid her hand up his chest, and pressed her lips against his. He had the slight taste of champagne on his lips. She couldn't help but let her tongue run over them, sampling with genuine interest.
Sasuke groaned lowly, raising a hand to grasp the back of her head. He pulled away and their gazes connected immediately, speaking desire and want, though all that left their mouths were breathless sounds.
Sakura pulled his head down again to connect their lips, this time in a more engaging kiss. Her body automatically shifted to accommodate him when he began to lean over her arched form. Her knees fell open slightly, allowing his hips to slide in the space perfectly as she lay down and he took his spot above her.
She vaguely registered the low thud of her purse hitting the floor when he directed their kiss, tilting his head to gain better access to her mouth. One of her hands moved up to bury into his hair, pulling on the strands in rhythm with the way his tongue move so fervently in her mouth: licking deeply, sliding over her teeth, and wrapping around her own. Her other hand smoothed down the arm that was toying with the neckline of her dress, feeling his muscles ripple under her passionate hold. She urged him on with small mewls when her mouth was momentarily freed from his and with the instinctive undulations of her lower half against him.
"Sasuke…" his name left in a sweet whisper from her lips when his mouth began to wander elsewhere.
Sasuke stopped for a split second when the sound of her voice took him back to the dream he had woken up in the middle of that morning. And sure enough, when he glanced down at her, she wore the same wanton expression on her face his mind had conjured up in such vivid detail.
"You're being very receptive," he noted throatily.
"I guess I'm more comfortable around you."
Sasuke chuckled. "More like wrapped around me." And as if to prove his point, he smoothed his hand down the outside of her thigh, leading the tingling trail of his fingers to her knee that was almost up and around his hip. He watched her blush under his smoldering gaze, and watched her face redden further when he rounded his hand back, this time along the inside of her thigh, until his hand disappeared under her dress and the tips of his fingers tapped along the flesh near her most intimate part.
Sakura sucked in a harsh breath and watched his eyes darken, and increased yearning spread down the center of her body. She felt the clothing between them impede her ability to feel him in the way she so badly craved. Her hands pushed at the lapels of his suit jacket and he immediately shrugged it off, tossing it on the couch opposite them.
He could feel blood begin to pool in his lower region when he snuggled in closely between her legs. He wanted to feel every inch of her, savor the taste of her with his greedy mouth that eagerly explored the side of her neck and throat.
Sakura hummed in pleasure at the feeling of his mouth suck at her skin. Her back automatically arched further when he found her quickening pulse, pushing the swell of her chest upward as his mouth made its way down and into the middle of the V-neck of her dress. She felt his fingers slip under the material, pushing one of the straps down her shoulder, leaving one of her breasts half-exposed to his hungry gaze. He moved to capture her lips in yet another heady kiss while his hand inched upward from the side of her hip. His fingers slowly slid over her half-uncovered breast, kneading the flesh softly.
Sakura moaned into his mouth, feeling her hardening nipple strain against the material of her dress. He licked at the flesh of her lips while her sweet sounds drowned into his mouth. He nipped at her lower lip and sucked while slowly maneuvering his hand to slip underneath the material that inhibited him from feeling her the way he wanted. The hardened peak of her breast rubbed against his palm as he squeezed. Her skin was so soft and supple underneath his touch. The thought of exploring her further pushed out all other things on his mind…
"You sure about this?" he asked lowly, withdrawing his hand. He smoothed the strands of her hair off her face and stared into her eyes, his gaze questioning.
"Yes." Sakura nodded as if the physical motion would solidify her agreement.
"Sakura, I…" his voice trailed as he thought of what exactly to say, his finger trailing down the side of her face and tracing the edge of her lips. "Though you won't admit it, you're hurting," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips to prevent her from speaking. "I don't want you to rush into this."
Sakura stared up into his eyes surprised: not only at the soft tone of his tenor, but at the concern he had expressed. Her mouth opened as if to answer, but she felt his lips press against her mouth before she could speak.
"I'm sure," she repeated once more when their mouths parted.
"Bedroom?" Sasuke untangled himself from her and stood, holding out his hand.
With a determined breath, Sakura slipped her fingers into his. She wouldn't think of the consequences of her actions. This was a night for her—a night to be selfish and indulge in what she wanted.
Author's Note:
I apologize for the late update! All my tests have been packed into the preceding and following week. I promise the next update will be up soon.
I sort of purposely ended this chapter with a tease to lead up to the complete smut scene that will be in the next chapter :P
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