The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: I appreciate all of the messages and reviews. I'm sure Ben Harkness is probably a nice enough man, but he's not Chuck Bartowski. People in my PMs worried about whether he's going to steal Sarah from Chuck, please chill. They're in the beginnings of this fast and furious whatever it is and she's allowed to think in the direction of other men, especially since it isn't with the same passion she regards Chuck with. He's going to move on and Sarah's going to explore this whatever it is with Chuck, and everything is going to be okay. Deep breaths. Ha ha thank you for being so emotionally invested in this silly fluff mobile of a Charah fic though. I appreciate it. Please enjoy this chapter. I did. ;-)
Summary: Sarah Walker's modeling career is in its budding stages when the CIA recruits her into their ranks at 16. 10 years later, she's balancing being a world famous supermodel and actress with spying for the CIA. Her existence is fraught with danger and she's constantly on the go, until she meets a disarmingly sincere man on the beach...and her life is changed forever.
Disclaimer: I do not own CHUCK. I am not making any money writing this story.
She was relatively certain that Ben Harkness couldn't do even a small percentage of what Chuck Bartowski had just done if she'd been in Los Angeles tonight instead of in New York City, and if she'd said yes to that double date.
Would she have said yes if she'd never met the man who was currently crawling up from under the sheets where he'd positioned himself between her legs for a fantastic …she glanced at the clock…25 minutes of her life? Probably. Would it have progressed to sex? That wasn't a definite no. Would it have been anything like this? That was a definite no.
And as Chuck appeared again, throwing the sheets back over both of their hips instead of just over his head like he'd done 25 minutes ago, Sarah Walker pushed all thoughts of the conversation she'd had with Carina clean out of her mind.
25 whole minutes of something the other men she'd been with had seemed almost reluctant to give her for longer than a minute or 2, and Chuck hadn't let up at all in 25 minutes. 2-fucking-5. He'd barely taken a breath, even.
She took a deep breath herself at that thought and she let it out slowly, pressing a hand to her forehead. "How?" she panted.
"How what?" He chuckled when she gave him an annoyed look. "I don't think I should answer that."
"Why not?"
"It's…not gentlemanly."
She giggled. "Okay, that's fair. And cute." She couldn't help wanting to be pressed against him, so she grabbed him by his arm and pulled him close so that his chest was against hers, even as he levered the lower half of his body onto the mattress instead of resting his whole weight on her. She wouldn't have minded it. And she didn't quite know why she was so physical and tactile with this guy in particular, when it hadn't been a thing with the men she'd been with before.
These last two days, she'd been obsessed with touching him and having him touch her, feeling his chest against hers, his hands on her body, her fingers in his hair, their legs tangled, feet blanketing one another's.
And now they'd been in her bed for hours. She didn't know how many hours precisely, but it was at least 3 since she got off of the phone with Carina. Or something like that.
She didn't know and she didn't care.
She didn't have to care.
"Hey, do you have a roof in this place?"
Sarah giggled. "Um, I don't think so. I don't know. Probably not. I mean, I'm sure there's a roof but not anything that'd be easy to access. We're in a high-rise. I'm sure they don't want people up there."
"Right, they don't want people up there, but I bet we can find a way anyways." He pushed up onto his elbow and raised his eyebrow down at her. "Wanna try?"
"What?" she laughed, furrowing her brow as she squeezed his arm, pulling it over her stomach and scooting closer to him. "Do you have a thing for roofs? A roof kink?"
He laughed too. "No, not necessarily. I just…we can't go outside by going downstairs. So I thought maybe we could go outside by going upstairs. I don't want you getting spotted with me. It'd be an adventure and nobody would catch us up there the way they would if we tried to sneak out through the lobby or something."
"Well, what's wrong with staying right here?" she asked in a raspy, low tone. She felt as satisfied as she sounded. This was the longest she'd spent in one room probably ever in her whole life that wasn't her literally just sleeping through the night and leaving again in the morning. Even crazier, she'd basically been in this one bed all day.
It felt weird and it felt good. Nobody could touch her here. Except for him. And he'd done more than touch her. He'd tasted her too. She was still trying to process this man going down on her for 25 minutes. It was unreal.
"Oh, believe me. Nothing is wrong with staying right here. And if that's what you want to do, I'm…" He leaned down to kiss her neck, making her grin. "More" He kissed her neck again. "Than happy" Another neck kiss. "To do that." This time he downright nibbled on her neck with his teeth gently, making her squeal, trying to squirm away from him.
She pulled her forearm up to push it against his throat, forcing his mouth away from her as he giggled playfully.
"Damn, going for the throat." He flopped flat onto his back dramatically, his head lolling to the side and his eyes shutting, seeming to play dead.
Rolling her eyes at his dramatic performance, she rolled over and kissed his cheek. A smile spread over his face, even as his eyes stayed shut and it was cutest thing ever, as if he couldn't even pretend not to be pleased.
"What's the point of the roof?"
"Fresh air."
"We can open a window." His eyes opened and he gave her a look. "What? We can."
"The view, then."
"Also solved by the window." She laughed when he groaned "Oh my God!" Sobering up a little but still smiling at him, she scooted half on top of him and gave him a thoughtful look. "What if we go up and it's one of those doors that automatically locks when it shuts and we get locked on this high-rise roof and die up there from hunger."
"Thirst would get us first," he said after a pause.
"You really think you're hilarious, don't you?" she asked in a dry voice when he bit down on his lips to keep from outright laughing.
"No, but that's a good point. We can wedge it open with something. My sneaker maybe. Or do the tape over the strikeplates trick. Like we're robbers." He bounced his eyebrows.
"I can't believe you actually just suggested that."
"It's a good idea!"
"You're such a nerd."
"Well, yeah! That's what I've been saying."
She laughed. "Okay, that's true. You have been saying that."
And then he gave her yet another dramatic look. "Does that…change anything, Sarah?"
"Oh my God, I'm out of here." She cracked up, breaking away from him and climbing out of the bed, going to her suitcase and snagging some clean clothes to get into.
"Hey, where are you going?" he chuckled, pushing himself to sit up.
"The roof. Obviously." She gave him a DUH shrug as she pulled exercise pants on over her legs, a devilish look on her face as a grin slowly grew on his lips.
"Honestly, my goal for this weekend is to be able to keep up with you." He hurried out of the bed and grabbed his boxers from where they laid on the floor by the bed, putting them on.
"You think you aren't?"
He whistled low as she threw him another flirtatious smirk.
"I still don't really understand your thing about going up on a roof," she giggled a few minutes later as she peeked out of the door down the hallway both ways, then she slinked out.
She felt Chuck on her heels as she fiddled with the key in her pocket, leading him towards where she thought the staircase was.
Sarah had thrown on an oversized coat that hid her figure, a beanie, and a pair of large sunglasses, all over her pants and t-shirt. Maybe it would disguise her if anyone happened to see her, and maybe it wouldn't.
But it was better than nothing.
The hotel seemed a bit dead, though, so she thought she'd be safe going to the roof with him.
"I don't have a thing about going up on a roof. I have a thing about changing up the scenery a bit, and sometimes the roof is the best place for that, especially when you're trying to hide from the public. So sue me," he muttered, and she felt his fingers play with hers as they snuck.
It made her smile, and then she bit her lip, trying to beat back the giddiness in her. She needed to chill out.
"It's cute, but you need to know it's also kind of weird." She giggled as she felt him tug teasingly on the belt of her coat, stopping her from reaching the door to the staircase momentarily.
"You're weird. You look like a grown-up teen Disney star in the big sunglasses and the beanie."
Sarah laughed, looking at him over her shoulder as she began to ascend the stairs towards the top floor. It was only a few flights and she was in no hurry so she took them at a stroll. "Why do you think they wear that stuff?"
"Does it ever work?"
"Sometimes," she said, smirking. She slowed to let him come up beside her, and as they climbed, he took her hand and threaded his fingers with hers, squeezing. "And just so you know, I wasn't really looking to have to exercise during this mini vacation of mine, so thanks a lot."
"Could'a fooled me the last few hours."
Sarah gasped and gave him her best scandalized look. "Charles Bartowski!"
He winced. "Too cheeky?"
"I dunno, that was actually pretty good. I'm impressed. And not for the first time today." She giggled with her tongue between her teeth and tapped him on the nose with the finger of her free hand, before tearing away from him and sprinting up the stairs.
"Hey! Hey, you can't just do that! It's not fair!"
"Says who?" she laughed, running up one flight, then two, then three, all with him right behind her. But she apparently had some endurance on him because she had to wait a whole ten seconds for him to catch up to her once she got to the very top, stopping at a door that said EMPLOYEES ONLY. She could see sunlight slipping under the door and knew this was it.
Chuck huffed and puffed as he stopped next to her, having to stoop with his hands on his knees. "Jesus Christ, I am so out of shape."
"Could'a fooled me the last few hours."
He laughed breathlessly, shaking his head and blinking, almost as if all that running had made him see spots. "I see what you did there. Let's just go with that being the reason why I had such a hard time with those three flights of stairs, huh?"
"I can pretend."
"Wow. Okay."
She laughed and stepped up to the door, putting her hand on the lever to open it. "What are the odds this is alarmed?"
"I'm not sure there are many people at hotels like this who just, climb onto a hotel roof all these flights up, Sarah, so I'm guessing they don't have an alarm. I don't see any indication that this is hooked up to anything. There's no neon sign saying 'Fire Alarm Will Sound' or whatever."
"Should we do it?"
"We should." And he reached around her, his chin propped on her shoulder from behind, draping his hand over hers where it rested on the lever. "Together?" She nodded, smiling at him. "On thr—" But she pushed down and the door popped open, sunlight streaming in. "Oh okay, on zero."
She giggled. "Sorry. I got excited."
They stepped out onto the roof and she was assailed by cold. It was blustery up on the roof, so it was good that her beanie was so snug. "Jesus, it's cold up here," she hissed.
"It is. Probably because we're high up." He turned then and fished in the pocket of his jeans, taking something out.
"What are you doing?" she asked, furrowing her brow and leaning to the side to try to figure out what was going on.
He had something small in his hands. He covered the strikeplate with something that didn't look like tape as much as it looked like some sort of piece of plastic.
"What's that?"
"It's a little something I found in my backpack. I told ya this would work."
"That was just…in your backpack?" she asked.
"I've got lots of stuff in my backpack, in my pockets, at pretty much all times, Sarah. I mean, look at me. It's what I do," he chuckled, shrugging.
"A real problem solver, huh? Should I be calling you MacGyver?"
"Oh, go ahead and call me MacGyver, but don't do it unless there's a horizontal surface nearby because I can't be held responsible for how I react to you calling me MacGyver."
She laughed hard, bending forward as he turned and gently let the door shut. He tugged it again, then let it shut again. It worked. "Wow, you really are some kind of tech head, aren't you?"
"Something like that." He shrugged modestly and stuffed his hands in his pockets. And then his eyes looked out over her shoulder and he smiled. "Shit, it's really just beautiful, isn't it? The city?"
She turned and looked too. And she smiled. "Yeah, it is. Especially out that way."
"Central Park?"
"Mhm."
Chuck's arms slid around her from behind to hug her against him, but he froze. She froze with him, prepared, knowing she'd left her knives down in her room, but the momentary bristling was for nothing, because he made a curious sound and dipped his fingers into her coat pocket, tugging out the flask of whiskey she'd stuck in there secretly before they'd left the room. He must've felt something hard against his arm as he tried to hug her from behind.
She wondered if she'd ever lose that spy reaction if someday she was able to get out of the CIA.
"What's this?" he chuckled.
"You don't know? Never seen a flask before? You keep alcohol in it."
He laughed. "Yeah, thank you, I know what a flask looks like and what you keep in it. Smart ass."
"Hey, I'm just answering your question."
"What's in it?" He brought it up, tightened his other arm around her stomach, and tried to smell the lid of it.
"Whiskey. Want some?"
"Oh hell yeah. You're a genius."
"Thank you," she chirped.
But then he pulled away and walked around the roof a bit, past the large stacks, the generators, and he stepped over the pipes and sunk down to sit against them, leaning back.
Sarah tilted her head at him, smiling, and she followed, taking her beanie off and stuffing it in her pocket, the sunglasses following. Ruffling her hair, she took a hair tie from around her wrist and pulled it up into a high bun to keep the wind from whipping it into her face, and then she stepped over the pipes to join him.
He'd found a nice spot, the fixtures around them blocking a lot of the wind as she sat next to him, leaning back, her shoulder pressed against his. And it was a good ten feet from the edge of the roof, over which awaited certain death.
But she wasn't going to get too caught up in that.
She didn't have a fear of heights and she never had, but there was that time she'd nearly been thrown off of a roof. And she would've been if she hadn't gotten her knee between her and her attacker. He'd ended up going over instead, and she'd been whisked off to some other city where she'd supposedly been all the time. Ever since then, she was wary about great heights like this.
Unscrewing the top to the flask, he offered it to her first. "Thanks," she said warmly, taking it and throwing it back. She handed it to him and watched him do the same.
He made a face and she wondered if he didn't like it. A man with his money had probably tasted some incredible stuff and his tastes were probably pretty high end, she thought. But then he hummed and licked his lips. "Holy shit, that's satisfying. Don't even tell me what it is or where you got it. It doesn't matter. I want to imagine it's from the gods."
She snorted. "You called me weird?"
"Touché." He chuckled. "I am a weirdo. That isn't a deal breaker is it?"
"Not a chance." She realized then how easily that had come out and how much she meant it and she looked off to the side, pretending like she was taking in the scenery, as if she hadn't just been sort of intense.
"Good."
They sat there for a while, just sipping the whiskey in silence, taking everything in, and she felt a sense of absolute peace in a way she hadn't in years. She'd left her phone down in her room and so had he.
It was like they'd left the earth for a little while, together, and it felt so good.
And eventually, she crawled into his lap, sinking into the spot between his thighs, turning around, and leaning back against his chest, wedging her head under his chin and just melting into him.
Neither of them said anything, he just accepted the extra contact and she let him support her weight, his arms winding around her, and they stayed there for an hour, the sun slowly moving across the sky above them, and then moving towards the horizon.
+ —
Chuck watched as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, and he followed her back into her suite, moving to the side so that she could shut it again. Maybe it was just him but he felt that end of date awkwardness in the air then as they stood there facing one another. That who was going to say goodbye first feeling.
But then she playfully tugged on the front of his shirt. "I need some water. I think I had more whiskey than I needed and I'm a little buzzed."
Chuck blinked as she let go of him and walked towards the small kitchen.
So that had just been him then. A smile spread over his face. Good.
He didn't want to go anywhere. Hence the backpack that still sat near the entrance.
"Want some?" Sarah asked over her shoulder then as she reached up to grab a glass.
"Sure, yeah. Thank you."
"You know something? I get your roof obsession," she said a minute later as they leaned against the kitchen counter sipping their water.
He laughed. "I don't have a roof obsession!"
"Oh, really? Ask me how many times other guys have taken me up on some roof somewhere." She raised an eyebrow, then held up her hand, making a circle with her thumb and forefinger. "Zero. And just in the last 30 hours or so, you've taken me onto a roof twice. Explain that away."
Chuck shrugged. "What if I'm just more romantic than they are?"
"Oooohhhh." She smirked, looking impressed. "That was a pretty good answer. You're quick, Nerd Company Guy." Chuckling, he shrugged, sipping his water. "And you're right. You are more romantic than those other guys. Not even a contest."
"Is that why you're letting me intrude on your vacation for so long?"
She gave him a look. "You're not intruding. You're enhancing."
He beamed at her. "Hey, thank you. I like that. You're also enhancing my mini-vacation. For the record."
She smiled warmly and set down her water, starting to shrug the jacket she was wearing off, and Chuck stepped in, setting his glass down next to hers and taking the jacket, sliding it down her arms and removing it for her.
She took it from him with a "Thanks", and then walked around him to hang it up, stepping out of her boots and taking the hair band out of her hair, fluffing her locks that fell down around her shoulders.
He gulped down the rest of the water in his glass and followed her, leaning his shoulder against the doorway and just watching as she slowly wandered back to him. "What?" she asked dubiously. "You have a look…"
"What kind of look?"
"I dunno. But it's cute."
He laughed. "That's just my face."
"Fair enough," she laughed back, and then she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. "It's a nice face."
"Well, thank you. I've had a bit done to it here and there. A few nips and tucks."
"Shut up," she cracked up. "You have not."
"No, I haven't. I'm afraid of needles and knives."
She pursed her lips thoughtfully and he saw something in her eyes, before it smoothed out and went away just as fast. "I don't blame you." He must've given her a questioning look that he absolutely didn't mean to because her jaw fell open and she gave him an affronted look. "I'll have you know that every single bit of this is real, thank you. I might be a supermodel but there's no way in hell I'm letting someone come at me with a knife and fillers to make this last. When it goes, it goes."
"I didn't…"
"You didn't say it, but I saw it." She narrowed her eyes, but then she smiled good-naturedly. "It's okay. I'm not offended. You'll find some of the girls and guys in this business have done stuff like that. As important as this job is, as my career is, to me I just can't do that."
"I'm not judging either way. And I didn't mean to make a face. I'm sorry." He winced.
"It's okay." She went up onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
"Thanks for letting me off on that one. Even if I'm not sure I deserved it."
She hummed in amusement. "Listen, whether you thought I might've…how'd you put it? Nipped and tucked?" She gave him another flat look and he winced again. "Whether you thought I might've done that or not, you're still one of the few people who treated me like a human being when you met me, instead of like a spectacle or a meal ticket."
Chuck frowned, sliding his arm around her waist and tugging her against his front. "Lemme get this straight. Now, I get that you're a celebrity. Famous supermodel, actress, philanthropist. But do people really treat you like a spectacle? Like a meal ticket? Really?"
"Sure they do," she said with a shrug. "I'm Sarah Walker. The Sarah Walker."
"And the Sarah Walker is also a living, breathing, warm-blooded woman with thoughts and feelings and… well, she also has a nice face."
She grinned at him, warmth in her blue eyes. "She thanks you for saying that."
"She's welcome." He hunched down a bit to press his lips to her jaw, and then he wrapped her up in his embrace and hugged her tight, burying his face in her neck. He felt her squeeze him back just as tightly, and she nuzzled his hair by his ear.
He felt and heard her sigh as they held one another.
"I don't know who raised you, but I want to hug them too," she said then, and he chuckled, shifting his arms to pull her in even tighter.
But he didn't respond with words, not quite wanting to ruin the mood with the fact that his sister had basically raised him because his parents had skipped out on their kids.
He did wonder what Ellie would do if Sarah Walker came up to her and hugged her. Did she even know who Sarah Walker was? She was way more in tune with the real world and popular culture than he was. She watched stuff he'd never consider watching, she read magazines that weren't tabloids exactly, but were right on the cusp of it. And she'd smacked him more than once for being a "snob" about what she watched on TV, too. After working long shifts, she apparently didn't want to use her brain when watching TV and she insisted he couldn't make her feel shame about it.
Chuck smirked. "I was raised by sadists, honestly," he joked.
She giggled. "Is that why they named you Chuck?"
"Hey!" he laughed, pulling back just enough to look down into her face. She gave him a cheeky look. "And for the record, Chuck was my contribution. Charles just…always sounds so…"
"Hmm. So." She seemed pretty amused.
"Right. It's…stuffy."
"Everybody calls you Charles Bartowski."
"Not the people I actively care about."
That made her give him a long, quiet look that he couldn't read. "That day on the beach. You introduced yourself to me as Chuck not Charles."
He nodded. "I did, yeah."
Sarah raised an eyebrow and tilted her head cutely, a look of Well? on her face.
He saw where she was going with that and he smiled, blushing. "What, you couldn't tell I already liked you by then? I mean, I know I'm kind of terrible at flirting, but you had to at least pick up on the fact that I was trying to flirt."
She giggled, obviously pleased. "I had a feeling, yeah."
"Anyway, I don't really feel like a Charles. It's fine when people call me Charles for business and all that. I get it. But I'm just…I'm Chuck. Except when my sister calls me Charles Irving." He winced. "Then I'm in trouble. Usually."
Sarah laughed. And he could feel her finger twisting in one of his curls. It was tantalizing. "So I'm not allowed to call you Charles Irving then, is what you're saying?"
His eyelids fluttered and he could feel himself melting into her body, pressing his forehead against hers and nuzzling her nose. "Listen. You can call me whatever you damn well please."
There was a flash in her blue eyes and her arms tightened around his neck. "Hmm. I liked that."
"Did you?"
"Mhm." She nodded, their noses bumping.
"Is there anything else you like that I can do for you?"
She shivered against him and bit her lip. "Congratulations," she muttered, tilting her chin up just enough to catch his lips in a searing kiss. She broke it and hummed, "That's probably the sexiest question any man's ever asked me."
"Ooohhh do I get a prize?"
The look on her face was very clear that he was going to get a prize. And then she stepped back from him and grabbed his hand, squeezing it, and pulling him towards the bedroom again, sending him a look over her shoulder that left nothing to the imagination.
+ —
She didn't rush this time. She was slow, calculated, her fingers moving methodically as they undressed him, her lips finding his bare skin as it was revealed, her mouth roving all over his body.
He ended up lying in her bed again, his hands twisting in the pillow his head rested on, as she oh so slowly worked him into a frenzy, bent over his lap. She held onto his hips in a tight grip as she took him into her mouth.
His body became tense beneath hers, the longer she spent pleasuring him, doing whatever she could to drive him to the very edge, easing him back again, and taking him to the edge, going back yet again.
The sound of her name on his lips, panted in a whimper, his syllables tight, his voice sneaking through a clenched jaw, gritted teeth, built her up the way having his skilled hands on her body might.
But after what he'd done to her earlier tonight, the one-sidedness, the way he'd spent almost 30 minutes focused on only her, Sarah wasn't feeding her own physical desires until after she'd fed his.
Sarah allowed herself a moment to dwell when she realized something, even as she continued to taste him, bobbing her head, listening to him voice his pleasure. This was physically one-sided, for all intents and purposes, but it didn't feel that way to her.
She lifted her gaze up his body and met his gold-flecked eyes in the low lamp light in the room as he watched her, and a shock went through her, a jolt of pleasure she hadn't expected.
Was he flushed with pleasure from what she was doing to him? Or was it a blush? She wasn't sure. But either way, he was making this so much more than just her pleasuring him. And just to emphasize it, as if he could read her mind, he let go of the pillow, flexed his fingers a bit with a wince, which made her have to pull him out of her mouth to giggle, and then he lowered his hand, rolling his shoulders up off of the mattress just a little so that he could reach, his fingers gently brushing her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. His knuckles stroked down her cheek so softly and a shiver wracked through her body.
Sarah let go of his hip and caught his hand in hers, pressing her lips to his palm, shutting her eyes for a moment, getting lost in this, and then she opened her blue eyes again, looked up at him, and took his member back into her mouth, slowing down her ministrations, holding his hand against her cheek as she grazed him with her teeth, laving it with her tongue.
"Sarah," he whimpered, and as her fingers grazed his thigh, she felt goosebumps there. "Ah! Wait, wait…Wait."
She stopped, pulling her head up and peering at him over the planes of his torso and chest.
His fingers grazed down her jaw and cupped her chin. And then his other hand wrapped around her upper bicep, and he gently pulled.
She'd wanted to stay down here until she got him to his finish, the way he'd so selflessly allowed her to climax more than once without asking her for anything in return earlier.
And he must've seen it in her face, because he gave her a reassuring look, tugging her again. "Please?" he asked. She smiled a little, unable to resist the big brown eyes, the desperation in his request. And she crawled up his body this time, dotting kisses along the way, making him groan.
When she finally kissed up his neck, along his jaw, and over his cheek to his lips, Chuck kissed her back ravenously, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close.
Sarah slipped a mischievous hand down between their bodies and let her fingers dance over his sensitive cock.
Even as they kissed, Chuck's hands also wandered, and he slowly, painstakingly, began to undress her.
He took his time, and she enjoyed every moment, the way his fingertips felt stroking over her bare skin, the way he tightened his grip on her in just the right places, and applied feather-like touches in the places where it would drive her mad.
She did feel like she was losing her mind, the unprecedented need she felt for him, the desperation for his touch. She curled her fingers around his length and began to squeeze, slowly pumping him in her fist.
Chuck groaned, breaking the kiss and tilting his head back.
"Oh my God, Sarah…" he panted, and she found his fingers tucking into the waistband of her panties, the last barrier to what she knew they both wanted.
She rolled off of him when he let her, onto her side, and she let him guide her panties down over her hips, along her thighs, out of the way, clearing her knees. Sarah did the rest, kicking them off past her ankles, and she forgot about them immediately when he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
She giggled up at him as he grinned down at her, and then he buried his face in her neck, thrusting his arms under her, wrapping her up in his embrace. She breathed his name into his hair, reveling in how this felt. What she really felt was an immeasurable amount of comfort. She felt…safe.
Chuck made her feel like nothing could touch her, no one could touch her.
It had never been anything she sought in a man, in anyone. Safety. Comfort. It hadn't been a priority.
She had fun with men, some of them she'd actually made a connection with. She'd sought physical pleasure, sometimes warmth, and chemistry. And there was one man she'd thought had been more, and when that had flopped painfully, she'd gone through a phase of not wanting to be alone but walling herself off from real intimacy at the same time. (It hadn't gone well and she'd grown out of that since then thankfully.)
But she'd never sought comfort or safety. She was rich, successful, constantly on the go. And she could take care of herself in every single way. She had knives hidden all over this suite, and a gun in her suitcase, for that purpose exactly.
So no she hadn't sought either safety or comfort, not with any other men, and not with this one.
And she'd found it anyway. In the softness of his dark brown curls against her cheek, the strength and tenderness of his long arms, the now familiar sensation of his lips against her skin, the way he said her name, the look in his eyes when he looked at her, the way he smiled at her, the sound of his laugh.
Holy fuck what was happening here?
What was he doing to her?
Wasn't she supposed to be a spy? With walls that were impenetrable? Or whatever?
He had yet to actually penetrate any of her walls, though. At least for the time being. They were intact. But he sure shook them at their foundations.
She should be much more frightened of him than she was, but he was too fun, he felt too good, and it hadn't exactly settled for her just how incredible it was that she felt this safe with a man she technically didn't even know all that well.
She was too distracted to dwell on any of it.
Because Chuck was finally shifting his weight, and she felt his tip at her entrance. He angled his torso away from her, hovering over her, looking down into her blue eyes. He furrowed his brow and whispered her name, she nodded, and he pushed himself inside of her.
She breathed in quickly through clenched teeth, her fingers digging into his upper back.
Chuck lowered his torso again then, and pressed his chest flush against hers. He moved his face down to line up with hers and he nuzzled her nose, making her heart race at how sweet it was. He kissed her lightly on the chin, then dotted kisses down her jaw, pressing a warm, slow kiss to the spot right behind her ear.
He moved to look down into her eyes again and Sarah bit her lip, putting her hands on either side of his torso and just holding onto him, holding him as close as possible, letting herself focus on how he felt inside of her.
"You are so stunning, Sarah Walker." He shook his head in awe, his sweet eyebrows tilting up. "Just beautiful."
She could feel herself blushing, a pleased smile stretching over her face. "Thank you," she said quietly, a little breathless. She took him in, how open and inviting his handsome, friendly features were, how soft and warm his brown eyes were. The words came out before she could stop them, something she'd never had trouble with before she ran into this guy with her surfboard so many weeks ago. "You're beautiful too."
Sarah felt idiotic immediately, turning her head to the side and shutting her eyes, wincing. "God, sorry…"
He giggled, and she found his hand cupping her jaw, moving her face so that she had to meet his gaze. He was so handsome when he smiled. It sent a bolt of light through her chest seeing him with that sincerely lovely smile on his face. "Hey, thanks," he said, still smiling. "First time I've gotten that and I'm not complaining."
She winced again and rolled her eyes at herself. "You're a little overwhelming with how sincerely you say things like that and I just…lose my footing a little around you."
"Was that what that was? You losing your footing?" His smile was kind now, just filled with kindness. "Feel free to do that more often. It was sweet. I mean it, though. It's a compliment, especially coming from someone who's in an industry that's full of the prettiest people on the planet."
Sarah let out an embarrassed giggle, pressing her hand to her forehead. "In bed with a man and I call him beautiful."
"Said man is genuinely over the moon about it." He chuckled, gently pulling her hand from her face and looking into her eyes closely. "Nobody's ever said anything like that to me. It felt good. Whether you meant it or not."
"Oh, I meant it." She reached up, her heart full, and she stroked her hand over his face. "Don't think I've ever met anyone as beautiful." He really just made her feel so good, and that wasn't even considering their current situation of being literally connected at the hip.
"That can't be true, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I'll take the compliment. Thank you."
"And all this because you called me beautiful," she laughed, shaking her head at herself. "I am a total mess."
"If you're a mess, sign me up for Team Mess. I'll be team captain. I'm going to shut up now. That was awful."
"It was terrible," she said, laughing so hard she felt wetness settling at the corner of her eyes. And as she sobered up a little, peering into his amused, warm gaze, she gave him a little nudge with her hips. "But not that terrible."
His eyelids fluttered and he clenched his jaw. She felt him shiver above her and she bumped him with her hips again, feeling him shift inside of her, letting out a quiet whimper.
Chuck buried his face in her neck then, one hand sliding down to her hip, the other cupping her shoulder from underneath, and he began to thrust inside of her.
"Oh," she breathed, turning her face into his hair and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, holding on tight.
She pulled her knees up on either side of his body, bracing her heels on the mattress, and she spread her legs, opening herself up to him, wanting him to have whatever he needed from her.
The tightness in his deep voice as he grumbled her name into the crook of her neck, the strength in his muscles under her fingers, and just the utter care and intimacy in every single bit of what he was doing to her, had her climbing up onto the precipice of an orgasm quicker than usual. Which was strange because that wasn't typically what happened to her during sex.
It usually took a lot more than that to get her to climax.
And yet, she dug her fingers into his back as she came, moaning, squeezing him between her thighs, arching her back. She felt him shift his hand to her breast, cupping it and pushing it up so that he could round her nipple with his mouth, his hot tongue flicking it teasingly.
The most intense, all-encompassing pleasure coursed through her as she climaxed, his name on her lips, the sensations continuing, not seeming to go away, making her whole body awaken in the best way.
She cursed as her body continued to throb, Chuck switching his ministrations to the other breast and nipple even as he began to thrust again.
She let out an encouraging whimper, wrapping her legs around his waist and hooking them at the ankles. His strokes became harder, their bodies quaking together with each of his long thrusts, and her pleasure increased tenfold, causing her to have to reach up to slam her hand against the headboard.
"Nngg! Chuck!"
He pulled his head back then, her nipple slipping out from between his lips, but he continued to massage her breast as he angled his torso away from hers, bracing his other elbow on the mattress, and slowing down his thrusts even further.
Sarah shut her eyes so that he wouldn't see them cross, her mouth falling open in ecstasy, as he pushed himself into her as far as was physically possible, lifting her ass off of the bed. He pulled out and repeated it, this time a little harder. And as he did it over, and over, and over again, each time was harder, and harder, and harder.
She threw her head back, crying out his name, her body quaking with each of his thrusts. Her free hand grabbed at his body, scrambling to get hold of any part of him, something to hold onto. She felt the hardness of his abdomen under her fingers and she pressed there, lowering her head again and letting herself feast on the sight of his body hovering over hers.
Flattening her palm against his torso, she let her hand drag over the planes and valleys of his body, his hard pecks, the churning muscles of his shoulders, and back down again.
God, she was on fire. He set her on fire.
She dragged her hand around to his lower back and dug her fingernails in there. As they sank into his flesh, he let out a desperate groan and jerked himself into her almost involuntarily, his rhythm and concentration lost.
But as she lowered her hand even further to clutch onto his ass, again sinking her fingernails into the tense muscles under her grip, Chuck seemed to almost lose his own grip, his elbow slipping and his chest crashing down against hers.
She grunted in surprise at the contact, expelling a puff of air, and laughing breathlessly as he laughed with her.
They clung to one another, laughing hysterically. "S-Sorry," he tried to get out, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. She shivered as his teeth grazed her jaw.
"It's okay," she giggled, letting go of the headboard and pushing her fingers through the curls on his head. Panting, she gave his hair a teasing tug to force his lips closer to hers, but she stopped just before they touched. She winked mischievously and he beamed, happiness in every last bit of his features, before she yanked him into a hard kiss.
She lowered one of her feet to the mattress again, bracing herself there to start gyrating her hips up against his.
He mumbled her name into her lips and started trying to meet her with thrusts of his own.
She'd never felt like this. This combination of all-encompassing lust and feeling like she was in perfect sync with someone else, all of it crashing over her at once.
This time he let go of her and pushed his hand against the headboard, breaking the kiss so that he could bury his face in her neck. And just as quickly, Chuck was bouncing himself down into her with quick, hard, jerking movements.
Sarah cursed, spreading her legs wide and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. It was all she could do not to lose every last bit of her sense, just clinging tightly to him and allowing the pleasure to course through her. She felt it building to a crescendo right behind her bellybutton, the incoming explosion, on the edge of the precipice on her tiptoes, teetering to the side.
And this time when she fell, she sank her nails into his shoulders and cried out his name, throwing her head back, arching herself off of the bed.
When the stars blocking her vision finally faded and she could see properly again, Chuck had pulled out and was lying on his back beside her, panting, his hands over his face.
She rolled onto her side and draped her hand over his abdomen, shutting her eyes and feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. She could feel the twitch of his ab muscles under her fingers, too. She didn't know why she liked the sensation so much but she did.
He dropped one of his hands on top of hers and whistled low.
Sarah laughed, burying her face in the pillow her head was on. "That was the cheesiest thing you could've possibly done right there," she said through a grin.
"Well, I meant every note of it," he chuckled, pushing his free hand through his curls and humming happily. "This is the best work trip I've ever taken."
She giggled, hearing a hint of evil in it as she scooted closer and pressed her lips against his shoulder. "Me, too. Come to think of it."
"And I've had work trips in Nice."
"Have you?"
"Mm yep. That was the best work trip until this one."
"And what kind of girl did you pick up on that trip?" she teased.
"Oh, all kinds of girls," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She cracked up, her jaw falling open, not expecting him to tease her right back like that. "Just kidding. There were no girls. Just the view." He sighed. "Such a beautiful view. Especially when the sun was setting over the water, the French hills in the distance. I want to go back someday."
"Don't you have your own plane? Technically you can go back whenever you want, can't you?"
"Pft." He gave her a look. "I am not like all these other quote unquote 'playboy' CEOs who barely have anything to do with the actual everyday running of their company. I want to know about every big move an employee makes. Not to, like, micromanage or anything, but I just need to know everything. It's my company. It's my brain child. I put this thing out into the world and I want to make sure it never grows bigger than me, bigger than I can control. Because I don't want Nerd Tech Inc to ever be the type of corporation that does harm. To people, the environment, jobs, etc. I don't want NTI to enrich my pockets and shareholders' pockets at the expense of others. I want it to leave more here when all is said and done, than was here before I created it."
Sarah watched him, her heart beating fast in her chest. And she slid even closer to him, his words ringing in her ears, bouncing around in her ribcage. She felt a little breathless, hearing his passion, his kindness and warmth, the perhaps lofty dreams he had of this company that was already worth who even knew how much except that it was a lot.
She knew she was a pessimist, so she wasn't going to voice it. But thinking a corporation like his wouldn't eventually become something that was…well, your typical corporation…wasn't very realistic. It happened to all of them eventually, no matter the good intentions.
And yet, hearing him say it, she knew he'd fight to keep it from happening as best he could. With everything in him.
That alone made her feel heat spill through her body.
"You know, if all CEOs were like you, there'd be less people living on the streets and more people putting food on their tables," she said quietly, hearing how breathless she was.
His brown eyes swept to her blue eyes and he smiled. "Maybe. But I'm not willing to wait for them to catch up. There's still a lot I want to do. There's so much I CAN do. And I want to do it. So no vacations. No weekend trips to the French Riviera. I have to work."
"Until you knock yourself out, though?" she asked, arching her eyebrow. And then she winced when he sent her a look. "I know, I know. Pot calling the kettle black…"
"Well, we're both workaholics, so this can be the part where we both take a step back, if only for a few hours, and really enjoy this…newfound…leisure." He bit his lip, reaching over to run his fingers down her naked side.
"Hours?" she asked, arching her brow. "Try days." She set a slow kiss to his chest. "And what about this has been…leisurely?" She stroked her fingers over his abdomen, then slipped them down to lightly follow his happy trail. Chuck's eyes slipped shut and his body went tight. "Maybe we've been horizontal for a while but it isn't like we're keeping still…"
She grazed his still hard member with her fingertips and he let out a rough breath, flicking his gaze to hers.
Sarah began to dot kisses up over his collarbone, his neck, his jaw, and she rolled over so that she had her knees straddling him, pressing down against the mattress on either side of him. She kissed his lips hotly, cupping his face, and when she broke the kiss, he spoke up, his voice a little raspy.
"This isn't leisure?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No," she argued, furrowing her brow. "Let me show you," she muttered, kissing his lips again. As she kissed him, she reached down between them and slowly guided him back inside of her, whimpering at how good it felt in this position.
Chuck broke the kiss and nodded desperately. "Yes. Please show me. Oh my God show me."
She giggled and pushed herself to sit up in his lap, one hand on his thigh behind her, the other on his abdomen. She began to roll her hips, fast and graceful, sitting heavily on him, throwing her head back with his name on her lips.
And she showed him just how not-leisurely what they were doing could be, using every last muscle in her body to do it.
She has a lot of muscles and they're all very strong too, so congratulations go out to Chuck.
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