There was no longer any pretense of her not wanting him, she saw that. And so when he twirled her around, she was only slightly aware that he had dropped the gun as her lips crushed against his. They fell to the carpet, hurriedly pushing off their clothes. When she saw Sark's chest bared she practically had an orgasm right there. Controlling herself she pushed him onto his back and started following the contours of his body with her tongue.
Sark kept his focus and undid the clasp of her bra, slipping it off her body, "You may not remember me, but I'm willing to be your body does."
Sydney looked at him in confusion, "Remember you?"
Just then the door burst open and a very embarrassed looking servant turned around but remained in the room, "Sir?"
Sark growled in frustration, "Didn't I say I wasn't to be disturbed?"
"It's her, though," the boy said. "I thought that was reason enough to interrupt."
Sark handed his shirt to Sydney, "Cover yourself up," he said, "I'll be right back."
Sydney, now a bit more in control of herself, retorted, "If you think I'm going to wait complacently for you to return so you can try and have your way with me, you're kidding yourself."
Sark sighed angrily, "Fine, have it your way. Show Ms. Bristow to a secured room, please."
The beet-red young man nodded and tried to avoid looking at Sydney, now buttoning up the shirt that only partially concealed her assets.