And as usual...LEMONS BELOWWWWW.

Sarah stood in the kitchen waiting for her waffles to pop up in the toaster. She took deep breaths as she tried to calm herself before her phone interview which was scheduled in about fifteen minutes with a local news agency in Seattle. She wasn't quite sure how it would go; she only knew she was happily surprised and grateful they were willing to speak with her, but she didn't want to get her hopes up for she knew she was lacking experience from being out of the field for so long.

She also knew she wouldn't be given a reporting position or anything like that right off the bat, but if she could just get her foot in the door that would be enough. Hell, just an assistant position to a producer or actual news anchor would suffice. As long as she was back in the world of a local news show she'd be thankful. It sure beat the hell out of watching perverted men get shit faced and watching half naked women dance on a stage every night.

"Nervous?" Jareth suddenly asked her, holding a cup of coffee out towards her.

She lifted her gaze to him and accepted the mug with gratitude. His hair was mussed, and the lower half of his body was clad in black pajama pants, while his chest was bare. They'd just woken up not too long ago, having stayed up most of the night talking and cuddling by the fireplace. It was nearly 10:45 in the morning now, and she hadn't slept in this late in a long time, but she enjoyed doing it with him. In fact, she enjoyed doing a lot of things with Jareth.

She knew they weren't in any sort of relationship, no matter how intense their sex had been and no matter how close to him she felt. It was nothing more than an affair, but heck – if all affairs were like this, she was beginning to understand why people had them, even if they went nowhere. She'd take all she could get with him.

She shook her head lightly, remembering he'd asked her a question and smiled timidly. "Yeah, I am. But I'm just glad they're willing to talk to me, you know? That's something, I guess. So we'll see what happens…"

Jareth grabbed her hand and kissed her forehead before he replied. "You'll do fantastic. Just be confident and don't give them any reason to think you're not good enough. If you don't have faith in in yourself, why should they?"

She nodded, thinking that was such a business man thing to say. But he was right; she couldn't let them think she felt inexperienced or saw herself as green, even if she was compared to others in the business. She knew she had the potential; she'd just need to play up her strengths and make them believe in her.

"I'll do my best," she told him, sipping on her coffee. She was so nervous she'd hardly tasted the flavor and winced from the knots in her stomach. Maybe waffles aren't such a good idea…

Squeezing her hand, he gave her a reassuring smile. "Let me know how it goes. I need to attend to a few things for a bit with Derek, but I'll be back within the next several hours."

"Hey, speaking of him…" Sarah started to say, dropping his hand. "What does he know about me?"

"Just the basics," Jareth stated plainly. "That you're here for a getaway. That I saw you through the webcam and came here to reengage with you."

She furrowed her eyebrows, panic rising a bit. "He knows you watched me?"

"Relax, precious. He has no idea what I watched you doing. I promise to keep that just between us. He thinks I just saw you walking around the house or working at the computer. Clothes on." He winked. "And he thinks I rudely shoved my way into your retreat with no regard for your privacy."

She smiled with relief, then uttered her next thought. "Then I guess it's safe to say he knows we're sleeping together now."

Jareth shrugged with his usual confidence. "Wouldn't make sense for me to still be here barging in on your retreat if we weren't. But it's not a big deal to him."

Ah, yes – these were playboy types who had lots of girlfriends, lots of wild affairs. It eased her mind about Derek a bit, knowing he too, was lax about casual sex. But it also forced her to remember she was one of many of Jareth's trysts, so it would be within her best interest to not get too attached to him.

"Well, maybe you can invite him over for dinner tonight then," Sarah suggested nonchalantly. "I'd like to meet him."

Jareth hoped the surprise didn't show on his face. He couldn't help but suffer some disappointment that she'd want dinner with his friend who would surely interrupt their hot and heavy sex, since – as last night had proven – even dinner could be foreplay. But he said, "Of course. I'll arrange it. Apparently he just went through a difficult 'breakup' recently, so perhaps being in the company of others will be good for him."

Sarah frowned. "Shit, that sucks. Well, then yes, definitely invite him. The more the merrier."

"Will do. Good luck, precious." He gave her a quick peck, and left her to her own devices.

She exhaled and wiped her face with her hand, looking out to white blanket of snow beyond the glass window that Jareth had her pressed against last evening. Then she caught her breath, her pussy tingling beneath her jogging pants.

Focus, Sarah!

Huffing, she stood up and set her coffee down on the countertop, only to walk towards the master bedroom to do this phone interview. She'd have to eat her waffles later.

She sat on the edge of the bed when she entered the large room and stared at her phone, hoping this would go well. It had to go well. If it didn't, that only meant more time searching for jobs which were already limited in the field she'd dying to be a part of.

It was 10:59 am now. She dialed the number she'd been given and pursed her lips waiting for them to pick up.

Here goes nothing.

"So, what's the deal with Sarah?" Derek asked, as he and Jareth went over some purchase agreements at his home.

Jareth was surprised Derek hadn't asked more about Sarah yesterday, but skiing had kept interrupting talking. He didn't know how to answer, given the promise he'd just made Sarah about keeping the specifics just between them. "Let's just say," he began, "that I'm…expanding her sexual horizons."

Derek's curiosity was clearly piqued. "Care to elaborate and offer details?"

Just what Jareth couldn't provide. Maybe he'd said too much already – so he'd at least try to keep it simple. "Don't get me wrong, I think she enjoyed sex before, but – " he grinned – "she likes it better now. She's…losing her inhibitions."

Derek laughed. "Under your expert tutelage, I'm sure?"

"Something like that." And Jareth knew he should shut up if she really wanted to keep his promise, but thinking about those inhibitions that had been dropping away from her, falling as smooth and effortless as the snow outside, he felt compelled to add, "I like watching it happen, watching her let herself go. I think I'm coaxing something out of her that no other man as ever bothered to look for in her before."

Derek's expression dripped with disbelief. "If you tell me she's like a butterfly bursting free of her cocoon…I might throw up."

Jareth just laughed. He'd apparently gotten a little too insightful there. But if it changed the topic, that was probably a good idea. "You're just sour on women right now," he told his friend. "You need to snap out of it."

"You're right. I do," Derek agreed, taking a long gulp from his wine. "It's just… I can't help but think about Keira. She was so different. She wasn't like the other women I seem to attract. I'm sick of the complete and utter airheads."

Jareth raised an eyebrow. "You're talking as though you wish to try and have a serious relationship. Again."

His friend merely sighed. "I guess I never cared about that before, until I lost Keira. But now, even it's just a one-nighter, I'd prefer a woman I could at least have a decent conversation with before we fuck. Know what I mean?"

"You need to make a change of some kind, that's for damn sure," Jareth advised him.

"Like what?"

Jareth shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Take a trip. Go to a different country. Just something to shake things up a little so you can stop whining over Keira and get on with your life. Which reminds me – would you like to come over tonight, have dinner with me and Sarah?"

Derek drew back, clearly shocked. "Speaking of serious relationships…is this that kind of thing?"

Jareth blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Jareth," Derek said, lowering his chin to flash a knowing expression. "We've been friends for years. I know you well enough to see that this isn't just a normal fling. You have history with Sarah…it's understandable."

"It's just dinner," Jareth rationalized, ignoring his friend's assumption. "She just happens to be here. I would have invited you over regardless."

Derek tilted his head. "She doesn't mind trading in a night of sex for a night of hanging out with your friend up the hill? Hell, you don't mind that?"

Jareth grinned. "I didn't say you were staying long."

By the time Jareth returned home, Sarah was elated to see him. But damn, that was a bad sign – it meant she was starting to miss him when he wasn't around. After her successful phone interview ended, all she wanted to do was call on him to tell him the good news: she'd been offered an in person interview when she returned home!

She was told that they'd been aware of her experience at a past news agency while she was interning and remembered being impressed by her. In fact, they were hoping after her internship was done there, that she'd possibly come work for them and wondered why she'd fallen off the grid within the industry. Sarah couldn't believe they felt that way about her, let alone even remembered who she was. It had to be a sign of good things coming.

"How did it go?" Jareth asked, hands filled with groceries when he walked in the door.

She offered to help, yet he declined, telling her to update him instead. "It went so good! Apparently they already knew who I was and had gotten ahold of some of my past news sessions from when I was interning. They said they remember thinking I was a natural and would love to see what I could still do, if I was up to the task. So I have an in person interview with them when I get back home." She squealed and jumped up and down on her toes.

"That's wonderful news, precious," he replied genuinely. "I'm so thrilled to hear that."

"You don't even know how relieved I am," she said, following him into the kitchen. "They did question my current occupation which is kind of unsettling, but I guess it didn't dissuade them too much. At least for now."

"They'd be foolish to think you're incapable based on what you currently do. It will all work out, Sarah," Jareth told her calmly. "Though the idea of you working for me still sounds like a better option." He winked, letting her know he was kidding. Somewhat.

She walked over to him and placed her arms around his neck. "As much as I would love being your sex slave all day...try having four orgasms in one night, buddy. It's exhausting."

He tilted his head, peering wistfully off into the distance. "I did that once. Many years ago, back when I was a young lad."

"What are you now?"

"A much more mature stud," he said with one arched brow.

"Well, jeeze, I'd hate to think what your stamina was like then, considering how you are now." Her breasts practically swelled as she remembered their shower, and their sex in the window. "Because last night's two were heavenly." She lifted a small kiss to his sumptuous mouth.

"I was thinking," Jareth started to say. "Derek isn't coming over until eight, so we've got a few hours. I'll take care of putting all this food away, but then I'm running a bubble bath in the Jacuzzi."

Her pussy rippled at the thought of getting in a bathtub with Jareth. "I wouldn't have taken you for a bubble bath kind of guy," she teased.

"I am when they come complete with sexy women." His hands lowered down her back and onto her ass, where he playfully slapped her and went to unpack some of the groceries.

"Oh, does yours have some of those in it already?"

He glanced up. "Only one. I call her precious. But I can round up some more if you're interested in that type of experimentation."

She let out a slightly startled laugh. "For your information, you don't have time for more than one – I'm going to keep you busy enough on my own."

Fifteen minutes later, Sarah closed the file containing her resume and documents of potential jobs she'd applied for. She nodded in satisfaction when it was organized and padded up the stairs and into the master bathroom. But she wasn't prepared for the staggering sight that met her gaze.

Jareth sat on the edge of the bubbling, sudsy Jacuzzi, naked and gorgeous, cock erect, and a glass of wine in his hand. Another rested on the tile enclosure next to him, and he'd even lit a couple of candles to glow in the shadowy light of the afternoon. She nearly lost her breath.

The corners of his mouth quirked into a sexy grin. "Come keep me busy, precious."

Sarah didn't waste any time – she was ready to get wet with him again. She pushed down her jogging pants, then shimmied from her cami and panties, aware of his eyes glimmering on her.

Once naked, she stepped carefully into the tub, kneeling down into the bubbles as the warm, gurgling water began to massager her body beneath the surface. Jareth moved to join her, putting down his wine, until she said, "Stay where you are."

He stilled in place and she positioned herself between his well-muscled legs, then ran one wet palm up the length of his massive cock. She followed the same path with her tongue and he hissed in his breath. After lowering a gentle kiss to the tip of his shaft, she smiled naughtily up at him. "Is this busy enough?"

He gave only a short nod, eyes dark on her. Then he whispered, "Let me fuck your mouth."

He didn't have to ask twice, as Sarah had quickly learned that taking Jareth in her mouth was among her deepest pleasures. She lowered her lips over his hardness, as always amazed at the incredible way he filled her mouth. She loved the low moans echoing from his throat, loved his hand in her hair, raking through the tousled tresses since she'd forgotten to put it up in a clip, too anxious to join him.

His erratic breathing indicated that he loved what she was doing, but then she eased up, letting his cock slip from her lips to peer up at him as she licked her way around the darkly engorged head. That's when he said, "Trade places with me."

As he lowered into the water, she stood, suds clinging to her skin when she sat up on the tile and spread her legs wide, no longer the slightest bit hesitant to offer herself.

"Take a drink of your wine and look out the window," he told her, then leaned in to lick a soft path across her slit.

She sighed at the heavenly sensation, then sipped the wine. She glanced out the large window above the tub, wondering what he wanted her to see since the snow had stopped.

"Look down at the house through the trees," he instructed, voice low.

Sarah searched, finding the house nestled among the snow-covered pines, closer than she'd even realized another home was situated. And just as Jareth dragged another long lick up her center – she spotted two people fucking in the window.

Just like they were, she realized, gasping at the sight.

"My neighbors, Edward and Cynthia," he said from between her legs.

Sarah studied the couple as they stood in profile right inside the wide, uncurtained window, Cynthia holding onto the back of a kitchen chair with both hands, naked, while Edward slammed into her from behind. Edward was classically handsome, light-haired, in his mid-forties. Cynthia looked closer to Sarah's age – a stacked brunette with huge breasts that were obviously fake.

Jareth French-kissed Sarah's clit as she watched what took place in the window, and the sensation spread through her with even more intensity than usual.

"Edward went to Vegas on a business trip several years ago," Jareth explained, blowing on her clit and forcing a shiver from Sarah. "He came home married to Cynthia, and she's been here ever since." He dragged another hot lick up her pussy, making her moan as she continued observing two strangers having sex.

"Showgirl?" she managed, her voice thready.

"Stripper," Jareth replied lowly. "Edward mentioned it over a drink with Derek and myself last summer."

Sarah had grown breathless. Down through the trees, Cynthia's perfect body arched against her husband's, her face wrenched with hot desire. She wore thigh-high fishnet stockings with black ruffled edges. "Do they do it in the window often?"

"Yes, actually." Jareth's voice came even lower now and a glance down revealed him studying her parted cunt. She watched him instead of the couple as he pushed two fingers inside her and lowered another kiss to her clit.

"Mmm," she purred in response.

"Not sure if that's by accident," Jareth went on, "or if maybe they want me to see. Of course, I'm not here all the time, but I guess they can tell when the house is lit up."

"And you watch them?" she asked, her heart beating harder and pulsing in her crotch where he now laved her. She looked back at the couple through the window as Edward's hands rose from Cynthia's hips to her plump breasts, squeezing and kneading.

Jareth peered up at her, his look pointed when she draw her gaze back inside. "You're watching them."

Oh god, he was right. She took a nervous sip of her wine.

"Don't be ashamed," he said gently. "I want you to watch them – while I make you come."

Sarah drew in her breath. Jareth had such a way of making things she'd always considered extreme or even perverse seem completely normal.

"Watch them, Sarah," he said again – because she was still looking at him. "Watch them."

"Maybe I want to watch you." She was learning what a powerful aphrodisiac one's eyes could be, and she couldn't deny she loved the sight of him working his mouth between her thighs.

"Think of me instead," he ordered. "And this time – just this time – watch them. For me."

She let out a sigh. Watch them for me.

For Jareth, she would.

So as he thrust his fingers into her pussy and delivered rhythmic licks to the folds of flesh above, she peered back out the window, down through the trees, and became a voyeur herself.

She watched as Edward withdrew from Cynthia, his penis shining with wetness even this far away. Cynthia turned and sat back on the dining room table, spreading her legs as wide for her husband as Sarah spread hers for Jareth now. Each of Jareth's licks echoed through her strong enough to make her moan, and she began to thrust at him, lifting against his mouth.

When she glanced down at the arousing sight of Jareth tonguing her, he stopped just long enough to say, "In fact, tell me what they're doing since I can't see."

Sarah drew in another deep breath, then tried to describe what she witnessed in the house next door. "She's sitting on the table now. She has on black stockings, and sexy high-heeled shoes. He's…he's leaning over, kissing her breasts, and now…now he's sliding into her. All the way."

For the first real time, Sarah began to worry briefly that the neighbors could easily look up and see her through the windows, especially if they really had sex in that particular spot hoping Jareth would watch. But when, below, Jareth latched on to her swollen clit, somehow both licking and sucking at the same time, she quit worrying and just let herself go.

"He's…he's fucking her now," she went on, "and her legs are wrapped around his back, her heels are digging into his skin. He's…fucking her hard, really hard. She's lying back on the table, and she looks like she's screaming. And now she's…."

She swallowed, overcome with mounting pleasure from Jareth's mouth combined with what she was watching – and saying. "She's touching herself, rubbing herself while he fucks her." Sarah's own hands rose to her breasts without planning it, the nipples jutting into her palms. She continued pushing her own cunt at Jareth's skilled mouth and shew she was rapidly approaching climax. "She's…still rubbing herself, rubbing really hard now, and she's…"

Oh God, there it was – orgasm breaking over her hard. "Oh, fuck, Jareth," she moaned, her eyes falling shut and head dropping back. The climax rushed through her rough and jagged, her pussy feeling as if it were the biggest part of her.

When she finally came down to feel the tile beneath her again – along with Jareth's final sweet kiss on her clit – she found him wearing the most wicked grin ever to grace his face. "That was so sexy," he said.

She bit her lip, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks. "What was?"

"Telling me what you saw, all while you touched yourself. You made me so hard."

She cast a playful grin. "You were already hard."

His eyes shone glassy with lust. "You made me harder." His hand closed back over her thigh. "Now come down here into the water with me so I can get my cock inside you where it belongs."

The promise made Sarah moan with joy inside, but she held it in. She eased down into the warm water and kissed him, not even fazed that she could taste her juices on his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he curled his hands over her breasts, freshly covered with suds, to rake his thumbs across her erect nipples. He growled in her ear when the kisses ended. "I need to fuck you."

She simply nodded her agreement.

And was surprised when he turned her on her knees to face the window – since the pane extended nearly to the tile enclosing on the tub, which meant they could see Edward and Cynthia in this position. She'd nearly forgotten about them already, but now Cynthia had dropped to her knees, visible only from her breasts up as she sucked her husband's cock. Sarah focused on them as Jareth pushed slowly into her from behind, and she yelped with the deep pleasure of that initial intrusion.

They both moaned heavily, and Jareth moved in her, slow, deep, thorough strokes that seemed to reach to unbelievable lengths inside her. She felt every single inch of him and let out a soft moan at each drive, still watching Cynthia deliver a vigorous blow job through the trees.

When Jareth reached in front of her, pressing here and there on the wall of the tub, she wasn't sure why, until he used his other hand to shift her body a bit. "Move over, just a little."

As she slid to the right a few inches, the Jacuzzi jet shot hard against her mound, and she let out a high whimper before looking over her shoulder in shock.

"Lean closer," he said, wearing a devilish smile.

"I've already come once – "

"I said, lean closer," he interrupted, using his body to shove her forward, flush against the streaming jet.

"Ugh!" The impact on her clit, and from his cock ramming into her, was powerful enough to make her grip the top rim of the tub with both hands.

He continued his slow, deep plunges into her pussy, each pressing her to the stimulating jet. His hands rose to caress her breasts – the massage slow and deep to match the rhythm of sex.

In the window below theirs, Cynthia released Edward's shaft from her mouth, then rose and turned to lay facedown on the table, bent at the waist. Edward massaged her ass for a minute, sawing his cock back and forth in the center. Sarah saw Cynthia's mouth. Fuck me.

When Edward entered her, both Sarah and Jareth released a low moan. Below the water, Sarah's pussy felt utterly pummeled and she knew another orgasm was coming fast. Jareth's breath echoed slow, labored, in her ear. She never took her eyes from Edward, now pounding into his wife's pussy with wild abandon.

She could see Cynthia crying out in passion, eyes shut, fingers curled around the table's edge. Jareth's strokes grew more intense, and Sarah met them, her clit worked by the jet on the other side until she said, "Fuckfuckfuck," indicating she was coming again.

This time, she erupted with a series of high-pitched cries, the waves of orgasm more brutal than usual, her body jerking. She'd not even come down yet when Jareth said, "Ah, Gods, me too," and shoved his cock into her hard, hard, hard, rocking her body so wildly that water splashed over the sides of the tub.

Below them, Sarah could tell Edward had just come, too, as he lay resting across Cynthia's back, both of them still now and smiling.

She peered over her shoulder at her lover. "And they say it's hard to have an orgasm at the same time."

He let out a short laugh, his arms closing around her, and Sarah though she could get used to this. The Jareth part, that was. But just as quickly, she reminded herself that she wouldn't be getting used to it, so she banished the thought from her mind as quickly as it entered.

"Aren't you going to tell me you came twice?" he asked, his voice holding just a hint of teasing.

"I guess I'm getting used to it."

"Damn straight," he said with an injection of masculine pride.

Multiple orgasms, she thought, sighing. One more thing she'd better not get used to, because she'd probably never have them again once she left Jareth.

They'd stayed in the bath awhile – Jareth had offered to wash her hair, so she'd returned the favor. She'd almost regretted it though, for she discovered there was something so personal and intimate about massaging shampoo through a guy's hair that when it was done, she felt worrisomely clingy to him.

She'd never have dreamed the mere act of touching could make her feel so close to a man – but maybe it was the man, maybe it was the way he touched, maybe it was the way he encouraged her to touch. Her motions were deepening by the moment, and she was suddenly really glad Derek was coming over for dinner- a distraction from sex, a distraction from Jareth's large, singular presence in her life at the moment.

When they were done, she donned some jeans and a fitted long sleeve white shirt that hugged her body nicely. She didn't bother putting on shoes, but instead wore socks with snowflakes on them. Jareth noticed them as soon as she joined him downstairs.

"Perhaps I should start calling you snowflake, instead of precious," he said, pulling her down onto the couch with him. Before she could respond and get comfortable with him, they heard a knock on the door.

"That must be Derek," Jareth stated. He sighed and sat up to greet his friend.

When the front door opened, Sarah noticed he carried two large, flat boxes of pizza and a dimpled smile.

Although it was his eyes that captured Sarah as Jareth introduced them. He'd look handsome enough in the picture she found the other day, but his gaze, in person, shone blue and dazzling, and she could only imagine how many women he'd seduced with that particular asset. His short and dark, wavy hair was a little messy, befitting his ski-bum image, and his face tan for February.

Like Jareth, he was tall and muscular but lean and clearly didn't shave every day, as thick stubble covered his face. He was incredibly good looking and quite possibly could have been a model for Gucci or something.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Sarah," he said as they all stood in the foyer. "I've heard a lot about you over the years."

Sarah felt herself flush with delight. Jareth had spoken about her all this time? "Um, yeah, it's nice to meet you too," she said, smiling. "I hope you haven't heard anything bad."

He handed the pizzas off to Jareth. "Any mortal woman who can defeat this one's little maze has my approval. You'd be surprised at how many females in the Underground have attempted it just to land in The Goblin's King bed."

"Don't listen to him, Sarah," Jareth jumped in. "Derek is just jealous at my prowess."

They sat down at the dining room table and doled out pizza, Jareth supplementing it with beer he'd picked up at the grocery store earlier.

"Do you both always having such pissing contests?" Sarah asked them playfully.

"There's no competition, love," Jareth answered with a wink.

"So you work for or with Jareth, Derek?" she then inquired.

"Both, actually," he began. "In the Underground I serve as his advisor, but up here, we're equals aren't we mate? We work together in his business. While Jareth is off toppling empires, I manage the techie and financial aspects of the company. But my own hobby is game designs."

Sarah's eyes widened; she never thought Fae would be up to speed on modern technology, though she supposed if they're up here enough running an empire, they ought to learn. "Have you always had a double life up here like Jareth then?"

Derek laughed. "Yes. Jareth and I have always shared the same passions, though his are fueled by family."

"And what are yours fueled by?" she wanted to know.

"Mortal women are much more fun in bed," he said simply, taking a swig from his beer.

Well, then. He was certainly straight to the point. "I'm seeing a trend here," she said with a smile. "You both get bored too easily."

Derek swallowed a bite of pizza, then said, "It's probably more like we have trouble with commitment."

Both men laughed, and Sarah got a little more insight into their friendship and the men themselves. It wasn't surprising to hear that Jareth was commitment-phobic, but still a little saddening. Stop getting so attached to him – now. A few more days and she'd be heading home and all this would be just a memory, so she had to turn off her emotions surrounding him this very minute. She needed to change the subject.

"So your hobby is game designs. What kind of games do you design?"

"Anything you can think of. Puzzle games, word games, sports games, racing games – all over the board."

"Don't forget my favorites," Jareth said, reaching for another slice of pepperoni.

Sarah switched her gaze to him. "What's that?"

He grinned. "Sex games."

"Sex games?" She raised her eyebrows, feeling a little thick since she didn't quite know what he was talking about. He didn't mention any of this to her earlier. "What…kind of sex games?" She forced her gaze back to Derek so she wouldn't seem embarrassed to discuss it with him.

He shrugged. "I wasn't going to mention those, but since old Jareth here did… they're basically just games to entertain horny old men. If you reach certain levels, your reward might be pictures of naked women or maybe a woman who strips off a piece of clothing each time you reach a certain score."

Sarah couldn't help the somewhat distraught look that formed on her face. "That's….creepy. Men actually play that? What's it called?"

Derek laughed. "They do, and it's called Wench Quest. Clever, I know."

Jareth joined in on the conversation too. "Believe it or not, it's actually a rather entertaining game. Stupid of course, but then again so is every game Derek comes up with. They're mostly meant to make fun of human men, though they don't realize they're the brunt of the joke."

"Interesting," Sarah mumbled. "Well then I'm sure they sell like hot tamales since all males are horny creatures."

Derek looked Sarah up and down in a way that made Sarah feel very…on display. "Isn't that the ugly truth," he told her, and she gulped down some wine.

Time passed and they continued eating and drinking. Sarah mentioned the picture of the two guys on the bookshelf with the Owl Award. They told her it was a prestigious award they'd received several years ago for finding ways to be a sustainable company. And somehow, somewhere along the way, an invisible layer of sensuality had begun to settle over the room.

Sarah wasn't sure if it had started out with talk of Derek's sex games, or if maybe she'd just like sharing dinner with two sexy men – but she couldn't help being aware of it. For all she knew, it was because they had been drinking and were getting a little tipsy, but as the three of them talked, her gaze moved back and forth from Jareth to Derek, and she drank in their good looks and well-muscled physiques. That's when she realized she liked the odd sense of being isolated with two hot males. Yikes.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, all settling on the sofa as the adjacent chair was piled with towels Jareth had run through the washing machine earlier, but hadn't yet folded. She couldn't help recalling it was the same sofa where she'd touched herself for Jareth.

He sat on one end and Sarah leaned her head back against his chest. His arms came around her in a cozy, easy embrace, and his thumb hooked into the top of her jeans, his fingers caressing just below, over-top the denim. A couple of inches lower and his caress would have been a fondle. Derek sat opposite them, and she was tempted to remind Jareth they had company – yet she didn't, for reasons she couldn't explain.

Before she knew it, she heard her name being spoken out of Jareth's mouth. "Sarah got to see Edward and Cynthia going at it earlier," he tossed out.

She supposed it should have embarrassed her, but nothing seemed to at this point.

"Ah. What did you think of their little show?" Derek asked with a deep laugh.

Intoxication made her unflinchingly honest. "It was definitely something. She had great breasts."

"Definitely fake," Derek pointed out, one finger in the air, "but as far as fake ones go, they are rather nice."

Sarah let her gaze widen on him. "You've seen them, too?" Was there anyone who hadn't seen the couple fucking?

"I've kept an eye on Jareth's home here when he's been unable to," Derek explained. "So yes, I've seen the infamous next door couple having sex."

The tips of Jareth's large finger skimmed back and forth across the front of Sarah's jeans, his sexy touches now officially setting her pussy on fire. She'd never been in a situation like this – having one man excite her while she looked into the eyes of another.

But look she did, since Derek kept talking. "So how long are you staying here with Jareth?" he asked.

"Not much longer." She didn't like thinking about it – her retreat coming to an end soon. So far she'd chosen not to think about it. For the moment, she remained very much in the present, with Jareth's fingers stroking just above her mound as her foot touched Derek's masculine thigh and she looked into his very blue eyes.

Silence pervaded then – Derek said no more, and neither did she. She wasn't sure if she could have kept conversing anyway – her throat began to feel clogged, as if that layer of sensuality she'd noticed earlier was pressing down now, almost smothering her. Her breasts felt tight within the cusps of her bra, her pussy swollen against the denim that covered it.

"Well," Derek said, his voice lower than usual and sounding a bit thick, "I suppose it's time for me to be off."

Sarah didn't answer right away, and neither did Jareth. She wanted to get naked with Jareth – fast – but also didn't want Derek to leave just yet since she'd enjoyed his company so far. And enjoyed having her foot against his thigh. Outrageous a realization as it was, she couldn't deny it. A long, quiet moment passed, that sensuality almost tangible, weighting the air. Until finally, Jareth said, "Yes, I suppose so."

Sarah let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

As they all got to their feet, Derek thanked them for the invite, and Jareth said, "You brought the food. I should be thanking you."

"Don't worry about it, mate," Derek said. He shook Jareth's hand, then lifted one palm to Sarah's cheek, leaning in to kiss the other. Like every sensation that had struck her in the last hour or so, she felt the kiss down below, her vaginal muscles flexing as he pulled away.

"Good night," he said, then exited out into the dark.

Both she and Jareth turned to look at each other. "Well he's pleasant," Sarah said. "I was afraid you were going to rub my pussy right in front of him." She raised her gaze to his, gauging his reaction.

"I was tempted," he replied. "You just feel too good."

She slid her arms up around his neck, leaning in to press her body to his. "Well, now we're alone so you can indulge yourself."

AN: Me thinks something fun and interesting will be coming up soon... hehehehe.

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