The Model Agent
By SarahsSupplyCloset
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Hopefully I'll be updating the other fics I'm writing soon as well. Just have to get to writing.
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 don't own CHUCK. I am not making any money from this.
All Sarah could do was gape at the so-called black case sitting on the coffee table in front of her.
"Are…you gonna pick one?" Chuck finally asked from where he sat on her couch next to her.
"There are like…200 of these. How in the hell do I pick ONE when there are 200? Where do I even start?" She shook her head. "This is worse than pulling up Netflix and trying to pick something to watch."
"OK that's an exaggeration," he chuckled, reaching over to open the case and pointing at the first page. "There are thousands of movies AND tv shows on Netflix, Sarah. This is just 208 DVDs. Well, I'm not using the whole thing. So maybe more like 180 something. Here, start with A, right at the beginning."
She froze for a moment.
"What?" he asked.
She slowly turned to gape at HIM this time. "A is in the beginning?" She spun back to the case, grabbed it, and pulled it into her lap. "You've alphabetized these!"
"Well, yeah! How else do I find 'em?" Chuck shrugged, grinning like what she'd said was utterly foolish.
"You don't have time to go out on dates but you have time to do THIS?"
"Oh shut up!" he cracked up. "Although, you have a point. Maybe this is the crux of my not-dating problem."
"Damn it, I'm the one who opened the door for you to do that shit again." She elbowed him gently as he tipped over with a laugh. "You're so weird, but fine. I'll look through this insane amount of movies to find one for us to watch. But I'm gonna need some wine first if I'm going to get through them all. Come on."
She moved the case back onto the coffee table, grabbed his hand, and stood, pulling him up next to her.
They went into the kitchen so that she could pour them both some wine. Sure, the good host thing to do would be to let him stay on the couch, pour their wine, and come back to bring it to him, but she didn't want to leave him on the couch. She wanted his hand in hers, and as she grabbed the nearby bottle they'd already opened while eating earlier, she took that hand and pulled his chest against her back, making him curl his arm around her shoulders from behind and hold onto her.
"You know, with your arm around me like this, it's kind of hard for me to reach up, open the cupboard, and get out the glasses we'll need to drink this." She turned to smile at him, batting her eyelashes teasingly.
"That's a shame," he said, a thoughtful look on his face. "Why don't I just use this free arm I've got here and I can grab the glasses?"
She leaned her weight back into his chest and he hugged her tighter, reaching up and around her with his free arm and going for … the wrong cupboard. She giggled. "Not that one. To the right."
"Oh. My bad." Sarah turned her face to nuzzle his jaw with her nose, watching as he expertly snagged two wine glasses between his fingers and held them in the air in front of her. "There they are. Would you like me to pour from back here as well?"
"That might be a little harder so I'll handle that part." She kissed his jaw, a quick peck, and took the glasses from his hand, which left him free to curl that arm around her stomach. Her house was a little drafty now that the sun was approaching the watery horizon, so she welcomed his warmth against her back. This was usually the part of the day when she tossed a sweatshirt on and called it good. She didn't have to this time. He was here.
When she poured the wine, she lifted both glasses and passed one back to him. He let go of her waist and plucked it carefully from her fingers, but he kept the glass around in front of her, hugging her closer to him.
"And what do we cheers to this time?" he asked. She loved his voice in her ear, how soft it was, deep, his chest rumbling with it against her back.
"Us," she said immediately. It would have made her feel less vulnerable to make some sort of joke about his case of DVDs or something, or a charcuterie platter. But she felt the power and pull of this moment, with them pressed so close together, his arm around her, her hand draped over his on her upper arm, his jaw pressed to her cheek. "This feels good. So let's cheers to that. How good it feels."
"Deal." She heard and felt him grinning. And she heard the warmth in his tone, too. It made her feel even better, if that was at all possible. "To us. And how good this all feels." He shifted his glass closer to hers.
"To us. And how good this all feels," she said softly, clinking her glass to his and then taking a sip of the delicious burgundy liquid.
Chuck shifted back a bit so that he could drink safely, and then he cuddled in close again. "Hey. Thanks for letting me hang out here for longer than…I dunno, last night. When this date started." He snorted.
She shook her head. "Don't thank me, I got groceries out of it." He laughed. "In all seriousness, Chuck…" She turned around in his arms to face him, looking him in his face. "I'm not LETTING you hang out here, in my home. I want you here. At this point, after the shit show letter my agent told me about earlier, I kind of…need you here. So, I guess…thanks for being here when I need you."
Chuck just watched her for a few moments, his brow furrowed. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "Is there a way I can say this without it sounding intense?" he muttered.
Sarah raised her eyebrows, amused. He surprised her sometimes with the things he said. "Did you mean for me to hear that? I mean, did you mean to say that out loud?"
"I don't know," he admitted, and she giggled. There he went again.
The honesty.
"Say the thing…whether it's intense or not."
"I don't wanna be too intense."
"I'll let you know if it is and I won't hold it against you, how's that?"
He nodded. "Okay. Okay, fine. I was gonna say that I'll always be wherever you need me to be. And if you need me here, there, wherever you are, that's where I'm gonna be." He made a confused face. "I phrased that really weird. I'm trying to tell you I'm here for you. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, Sarah."
"That IS intense," she breathed, in awe of him. The way he just said such massive things and stood there silently, leaving her to wonder what in the fuck she was supposed to say, how she was supposed to looked contrite so she grabbed his arm and squeezed reassuringly. "But I can tell you mean it. And I'm…"
She realized suddenly that she couldn't return the sentiment without lying right to his face and that made something in her chest feel like it cracked open, broken.
The truth was that if the time came when he needed her and she was…on another continent for a mission, she wouldn't be there for him. She wouldn't be what he needed in that moment.
"Grateful," she said quietly. That wasn't enough. But his smile told her that he thought it was. She knew it wasn't. He deserved better. She was sorry she couldn't give him more.
Feeling rather brittle, she moved to her tiptoes and wrapped the arm not holding her wine around him, hugging him tightly and turning her face into his neck. "Thank you," she said, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Of course," he said warmly, holding her gently. "As long as you don't mind if I step away for a quick phone meeting in the morning? Uh, I forgot it was on my schedule until just now. Shit." He pulled back and winced. "Whoops."
Sarah shook her head. "That's okay, I understand. You have to go to the office, you have to—"
"Oh, I don't," he rushed out. "It's just a phone thing. I'll just be on my phone. I-I can do it here if…that's okay?"
She smiled at him and nodded. "Of course it's okay. No, Chuck," she said brusquely, teasing him, "This is a no-work house. No work meetings. No looking at emails."
Chuck grinned. "I wouldn't be mad about that, honestly. It's not a bad idea. I need to make my beach property a no-work house. Thanks for that idea."
"You're welcome," she giggled. "I have to go pick a movie out of 200 freaking movies, though, so I should start that so we can watch a movie before, like, midnight."
She pulled out of his arms and led the way back into the living room where they left the DVD case, hearing him laugh behind her: "It's only, like, 4:30!"
+ —
When they started Pacific Rim, they sat side by side on the couch, wine refills propped on their respective thighs. But Chuck found it hard to focus on the movie, as much as he loved it with every fiber of his being, because Sarah shifted closer 20 minutes in. And then 30 minutes after that, she turned her body a little so that her back was leaning against his left arm. That eventually turned into her whole side pressed into his, and his arm slung over her shoulders, her head propped on his shoulder.
He felt it acutely in his body when she finished her wine and reached over to put it on the coffee table, halfway through the movie, asking, "How aren't they just making Mako the leader? She obviously has the most fortitude and moral strength." But it was the way she casually lifted her leg and draped it over his. Almost like she unconsciously wanted to be closer to him even though she was cuddled up against his side.
Another area of touch had been necessary.
He tried to make it just as casual, the way he laid his hand on her thigh. "I love that idea. But she's surrounded by a bunch of man dolts."
"Aren't we always?" she groused. And then she turned and winced at him. "Present company excluded."
"I can be doltish," he reasoned with a shrug.
"Maybe. But I have yet to meet that part of you."
"Welllllllll, stick with me, kid, you'll meet him soon enough."
That made her laugh and shake her head at him. "Oh I intend to be around long enough to meet him, if you're sure he exists."
"Oh good, I'll hold off on the reveal for as long as possible then."
He knew they were probably missing crucial things in the movie, but the way she turned herself to face him better, looking up into his eyes, he didn't care at all. "You do know I've dated male models in the past, right? You think a little stupidity is gonna scare me off? Ha. Shows how much you know about me," she teased.
Chuck snorted. "They couldn't all be that dumb. Marketing yourself in a super competitive modeling industry requires some amount of smarts, I imagine." She turned to eye him in a certain way and he raised his eyebrows. "…What? What'd I say something wrong?"
"No, nothing wrong. It just—Nobody outside of the modeling industry ever talks about the modeling industry like that."
"Like what?"
"With…a modicum of respect." She scoffed. "I won't pretend we're all Rhodes Scholars or whatever, because there are some real dummies. They're hot and look good draped in clothes and that's about it. Nothin' up here." She poked her temple. "They've got good agents is all. But you're right. For the most part, it's hard to be here and stay here if you don't have smarts. I guess I was just shocked to hear someone else say it, someone who isn't familiar with what it's like in…the modeling trenches."
"I'm not going to lie to you, I don't understand it, really." He shrugged and winced as she gave him a questioning look. "Posing in front of cameras. Letting people dress you up and put makeup on you. Having someone flashing a camera in your face. Man, that is NOT for me. I had to do a shoot for Sound & Vision magazine last year and it was the worst, like, 4 hours of my life," he chuckled. "That poor photographer was probably so fed up with me."
Sarah giggled. "Were you misbehaving?"
"Probably." He gave her a mischievous look, making her giggle harder.
"What'd you do?"
"I don't want to talk about it with you."
"Why not?" she asked, sending him a faux offended look.
"Because you're not just a professional model, you're a SUPERmodel."
She laughed. "C'mon, tell me."
"Nope."
"Tell me." She nudged him with her leg that she had draped over his still.
"Fine. I was so nervous they had to make me switch out my clothes like three times. Apparently he was taking good pictures but there were these sweat stains in my armpits and like it was messing with my hair because I was just DRIPPING." He ran his finger down his temple, then leaned forward and set his own glass on the coffee table.
Sarah cracked up. "Oh noooo. Well the lights can be kind of hot, too. They make me sweat a little."
"Well, then he told me to turn my head, and I couldn't get it right. He had to literally take my head in both hands and do it for me. But then I'd still manage to mess it up. He wanted me to sit on this leather chair and lean forward and I could not make it casual enough. I swear he probably wished he was working with a trained seal instead of me."
She threw her head back laughing at that. "Oh, I wish I could've seen it."
"No way. I hope I never have to do anything like that again, and if I do, I hope you are far, far away."
"Why? I might be able to give you pointers." He sent her a glare and she snorted cutely, completely destroying his glare on the spot. "Not everyone is a natural like me, Chuck, it's fine."
"Wow, okay." She snickered, her tongue between her teeth and her nose wrinkled. "Well, he got enough good pictures for all of that work, so…there. I hated the whole experience."
Sarah nodded and sighed. "I can understand that. Don't worry, Chuck, I don't expect everyone to have the same experience I have when I get in front of the cameras. You're…different from me. You have different…" She paused and he leaned closer, interested. "Motivations. Different likes and dislikes. Definitely different hobbies."
"I'm gonna get you to read a comic book someday."
"Highly doubt that."
"Weeellll…" He tilted his head dubiously, making her giggle.
She pursed her lips then, sending him a thoughtful look, and he sent her a curious look back. "You know, I have a professional camera… Not here, um…It's at another one of my places. But…I'm no pro but do you think someday you'd let ME take pictures of you?"
His jaw dropped. "Uhhhhh…I'm…Um…"
She wrapped her arm around his front and twisted her body around to push her weight into him, hugging him, her face close to his. "I promise I'll be more patient than the guy who took your photos for Sound & Whatever."
"Vision," he half-whimpered.
"Yeah. That. We can table the idea for later. But keep it in mind. I think it'd be fun. Finally getting to be on the other side of the camera. And I can give you tips. I'm old hat at this whole modeling thing after all."
"I know you are," he said, a pleased smile on his face. He gave her a teasingly severe look then. "I'm not convinced about the posing for photos thing, though. I gotta just be honest."
"We'll table it, like I said. Just…let it bounce around inside that big brain of yours." She leaned in and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. He slid his hand up her waist and back down again to her hip.
"I agree to table," he muttered, turning his head and catching her mouth in a hot kiss. But then he broke away when he heard a familiar line coming from her big screen. "Mm, wait. You're missing an important part. Idris Elba is about to…"
He cut himself off when she reached across him, snagged the remote from the couch cushion and blindly reached back to pause the movie. She dropped the remote back onto the couch, and slowly slid herself into his lap, straddling him. When she lowered her weight to press tightly into his groin, he gasped.
"Oh. Sure. Pause. Pause is a good…thing to… Oh my God." His eyes crossed when Sarah smirked and rolled her hips. He felt that in every part of his body simultaneously. "You're insatiable…"
"Any complaints? You can file them in our complaints department." She pushed another delicious thrust down into him.
"No complaints at the moment but I might have some later if you keep refusing to even TRY a comic book. So where is this complaints dep—Oh, that felt so good," he gasped as she swiveled her hips and dragged herself against him.
"At this particular establishment, we settle complaints in our HR office."
"Where's that?"
"Second floor. Bedroom." She nibbled on his jaw and thrusted again, making him groan quietly.
He bit his lip to keep from laughing, fearing she'd think he was laughing AT her and he didn't want to offend her. But how beautifully CHEESY was that? He was so enamored with her, it made something deep in him ache.
"And having people file complaints in the bedroom isn't…sort of…indecent? I mean, does that work for you?" He asked as diplomatically as he could as she began to properly grind herself back and forth in his lap, her hips so graceful and fluid, one hand on his shoulder, the other braced on his thigh behind her.
She gave him an amused look, the game continuing as she leaned forward, their chests pressed together. She held his face in both hands, then slid her right hand back to twist her fingers in his curls. She hunched forward to take his earlobe between her lips, grinding it between her teeth, sucking on it, and relinquishing it again as his body responded. He was already hardening but that got him all the way there, ready for this game to progress into sex.
Sarah's voice dripped with that sex as she responded.
"I'm really, really good at satisfying complaints, putting them to rest, so to speak." She paused and let go of his face, pushing her hand down between their bodies, and he felt her palm press down against his manhood. He whimpered, not expecting it. "Almost like they never existed in the first place…"
"I believe you," he said in a soft growl, loving the way she knew how to move her hips in a way that had maximum impact. And then the front of his pants loosened as she flicked the button open, sliding the zipper down.
"So? You wanna file a complaint at our complain department? Or not?"
"That's a long trip," he mumbled, reaching up to cup her face in his hands, pulling her back so that he could look into her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't have any complaints." He let go of her face with one hand and tucked his fingers in the waistband of her yoga pants. "And I want you right here."
Her jaw fell open a bit, but she seemed very pleased as a lusty grin crossed her beautiful face.
Without saying anything else, she rolled off of him, flopping onto the couch cushions and began to shove at her yoga pants, hooking her fingers in her panties as well and sliding those down her legs.
Crap, he was behind.
He grabbed his pants and pushed them down too, making a frustrated sound as his boxers got caught on his erection.
He hoped she hadn't seen that, but he pushed it out of his mind as he carefully eased the boxers out of the way, then shoved them down past his knees.
Sarah didn't let him kick his pants or boxers off, instead, swinging herself onto his lap, obstructing his vision. And he thought to himself, FUCK IT, as she pushing against his chest with both hands and pinned his shoulders to the back of the couch, kneeling over him, straddling him.
Chuck licked his lips, looking up into her face, and then lowering his gaze again to take in the sight of her where her thighs met.
She lowered herself down, and he desperately watched as she picked him up and angled him right where she needed him so that she could slip him inside of her. She didn't stop until she sat heavily in his lap.
Chuck groaned at the sensation of being surrounded by her heat, letting her get used to the sensations of having him inside of her.
But she seemed to be just fine as she began to gyrate, curling the fingers of her left hand around the back of the couch and her right hand around his shoulder.
She angled herself back and went in harder, each of her thrusts having some bounce to them.
Chuck whimpered, throwing his head back and blinking at the ceiling. He gulped and lowered his gaze back between them, watching the way she swung her hips, her thigh muscles clenching with each thrust, the strength in them turning him on even more. Her sweatshirt was big enough that the hem was tickling his lower belly and that felt really good too somehow, but he needed to feel her, touch her, so he tucked his fingers under the sweatshirt and clung to her hips tightly, which automatically moved the sweatshirt hem out of the way so that he could see more of her.
Sarah paused momentarily. "What is it? What do you need? Tell me," she panted.
He shook his head desperately. "Mm no. no no. I just wanted to feel you under my hands. I needed to touch you. Please keep going. Please!"
Her grin lit up the room, and their chests crashed together as they kissed, Chuck sitting up a bit, rounding the small of her back with his arms. He began to bounce himself up to meet her thrusts and she whimpered into the kiss.
Sarah slammed both of her hands onto the back of the couch, breaking the kiss and sending him a searing look, something in her blue eyes flashing purple, and she began to bounce earnestly in his lap, bracing her knees against the cushions on either side of his hips.
Chuck slapped his hand onto her thigh and squeezed, his mouth falling open in utter ecstasy. "Ah! Ah, Sarah! Oh God! Yes!"
He braced his feet, unable to get them as far apart as he wanted to because they were still constrained by his pants, but he used the leverage he had and met her bounces with hard ones of his own.
Sarah cried out with a, "Chuck! Ooohhh Chuuuuck!", her features pinched in ultimate pleasure. She threw her head back, her body shivering, and he knew she was coming. He rounded her torso with his left arm again, tugging her in close, and pushed between their bodies with his right hand, tucking under the sweatshirt, finding her clitoris, and twirling it in delicious circles, bumping her with his crotch.
The sound she made as shock crashed over her face was something he would remember 'til his dying day he knew. The ecstasy and surprise, how loud it was—an outburst she hadn't been able to control.
Her body quivered again in his arms, under his touch, and she twisted her fingers in his curls at the top of his head, giving him a few more thrusts, humming, before she dove in to hug him tightly.
Chuck continued, not giving her even a moment to recuperate, desperate to feel her, desperate to give her more, everything. So he hugged her tight to him with his arms wrapped around her back, buried his face in her neck, and began to thrust himself up into her with hard, deep thrusts, their bodies jerking together with an intensity that he didn't even recognize himself, as much as he was drowning in how good she felt.
Her hands pawed at the back of his shirt, pulling it up, and he let go of her, leaning back just enough to yank the shirt off over his head, throwing it off to the side, before diving back in to hug her close again, kissing her neck, letting her feel his teeth graze her skin.
"Yes!" she gasped. "That's it, Chuck! Right there! Nnn hnnng!"
God, the way she said it right into his ear, her voice high pitched, dripping with pleasure.
Chuck moved back again and grappled with the hem of her sweatshirt, tugging it up her torso. She let go of him and lifted her arms over her head, grinning breathlessly as he carefully hoisted it up and off of her. She pushed her hands back through her hair to fix it, which allowed him to feast on her perfection, the curves of her hips to her waist, her six-pack, her muscled shoulders. And as she grabbed his upper biceps in her hands then, she leaned back, giving him an even better view, and her face crumbled in utter delight, a grin stretching over her full lips, her perfect teeth showing between them, and she began to jerk her hips back and forth, riding him roughly.
He tried not to but it was hard not to focus on what this was doing to her breasts. He weaved his fingers of both hands together at the small of her back to keep her from tipping right off of the couch she leaned back so far then, and she shuddered, snapping out a crisp and desperate, "Chuck! There!"
Was that what this was? She was angling for him to reach that particular spot?
He gave an experimental thrust to push himself into that spot again and she cried out, grasping onto his arm with a vise grip.
"Oh! Ooohh!"
Sarah climaxed again, her head falling back with a lusty and delicious whine, her body going tense, and then shuddering again. And Chuck had a wily voice in his head remind him that he'd found that spot now so he'd better take advantage.
Grabbing her hip in one hand and her shoulder in the other, Chuck leaned back to angle himself even further into her g-spot, and he began to slam himself up into her. Her eyes snapped open as she pulled her head back up to look at him in shock. "Chuck!" she whimpered.
"Right there?" he panted.
"Nnnnhnng! Oh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Another orgasm crashed through her and she clung to his arms, and he thought her fingers might leave bruises they held onto him so tightly.
He pushed her over the edge yet again not 20 seconds later by thrusting himself harder into her and rubbing her clit at the same time.
Sarah Walker cursed, letting out a breathless laugh, her shoulders shaking. And when he began to bounce himself up into her spot again, she sat up straight, grappling at his shoulders and cupped his face, kissing him and breaking away with a, "Mmmwait. Wait. Just a second…" She grinned, breathing audibly, gasping for breath even. "Oh my God, give a girl a a moment to breathe, you damn virtuoso." She threw her head back with another breathless laugh, and she pressed her hand against her chest.
Then she gingerly lifted her hips, letting out a sexy mew sound, and she gave his pants still around his calves a significant look. He nodded eagerly and got rid of everything, and he thought she would come back to him, that sparkling desire in her eyes honestly making him feel crazy with need. But she didn't straddle him again.
Instead, she slid off of the couch altogether.
Onto her knees in front of the couch.
And with steady hands, she moved his leg so that she could crawl between them, kneeling in front of him, his knees on either side of her shoulders. Chuck gaped, shocked by this turn of events.
And as her mouth surrounded him, he gave himself over to her, melting into the couch, allowing himself to make whatever sounds he needed to make.
+ —
No man had ever been so generous with letting her know how she made him feel.
God, the sounds this tech genius made as she gave him a slow and precise blow job…
She spent a good amount of time building him up to the precipice, using her tongue, even letting him feel the graze of her teeth, flicking his tip, sucking, playing with his shaft in her fingertips… And just before he tipped over the edge, she would walk it back.
How long did she stay on her knees for him? She didn't know.
All she knew was that her knees were hurting a little, and she'd probably have bruises there from the floor she knelt on, but it'd be so worth it.
Until she finally felt his gentle hand drape over the back of her head, and his breathy whimper of, "P-Please. Please, I'm almost…Wait. Wait."
She pulled back, holding him in her fingers and looking up at him as she licked her lips.
His face was red as he slumped against the couch, his muscles tense, eyelids fluttering. "This—You-You're amazing, Sarah. I'm almost there. I just need…"
"What do you need?" she prompted as he took in a deep breath, his eyes darting to the side.
He seemed not to want to say it, but with the way he gave her arm a gentle tug, he didn't have to. He blushed sweetly as she moved up from her knees and got back onto the couch. But he didn't let her straddle him the way she meant to, and instead she found herself laid out on the couch.
Chuck pulled her legs up, bending her knees, and she wrapped them around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.
And as the CEO of NTI lowered his front to hers, she felt his hardness tease her. And with one purposeful, scooping thrust of his hips, he was buried in her to the hilt. She cried out, clinging to him.
Chuck laid on top of her, his weight pushing her down into the cushions beneath them, and he made love to her, breathing encouragement into her hair, and then into her neck, sending her to new heights with his slow and purposeful movements, the intimate touch of his hands on her, his lips brushing her skin. How deep he was inside of her, where he touched inside of her.
It built a smoldering heat behind her belly button that made her climax again.
He dotted kisses down her jaw, her neck, her shoulder and collarbone, and back up again to her lips. She sucked in deep breaths through her nose, her mouth otherwise occupied, and she wrapped her arms and legs both around him, squeezing tightly.
Sarah could feel how tight his muscles were, especially in his shoulders and upper back, and as she slid her hand down his body to grab onto one of his ass cheeks and squeeze, the sound he made in her ear made her think he was close. Perhaps very close.
So she reached up to press her hands against the arm of the couch that her head was wedged against, and she used it as leverage to lift her ass off of the cushion to start gyrating her hips into his, pulling him inside of her.
She let go of the arm with one hand and grabbed his curls first, making him pull back so she could see his face, the awe in the way his brow furrowed. He clenched his jaw and shivered against her, but he let her have control from underneath him, staying still. And then she moved her hand from his hair and reached down to slap it against his ass again, holding on tight, squeezing and forcing him down against each of her rolling thrusts.
Chuck threw his head back, his quivering whimper lighting a flame inside of her.
With one more squeeze of his ass cheek, he froze on top of her, shutting his eyes tight and letting his head hang forward, his forehead pressed to her shoulder as he arched down, and she felt him come inside of her.
He groaned her name, his muscles twitching under her hands, and then he went still, gently lowering his weight onto her and burying his face under her jaw, breathing hard. "Oh…my God," he breathed through his panting. "Sarah. You're…" He shook his head in awe and let out a breathless chuckle.
She grinned into his hair and gathered him up in her arms. Then she moved her lips to his ear, sucking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'd like to file a complaint, please."
His bubbly chuckle reverberated throughout both of their bodies. "Ahem. Sorry." He kissed her neck, moving his face just enough away from her that she could turn her head and look into his eyes properly. "I mean, oh no. A complaint? What for?"
"Hmmm. I'm thinking." He giggled, making her beam at him. "Something about how good you are at this feels unfair. Like you have an advantage. No, wait, I got it." She lifted her hand up by them and snapped her fingers. "I'd like to report a pay gap."
"What? I don't do that at NTI. We don't have pay gaps. Every man, woman, and child makes the same if they're doing the same job."
"You have child laborers there? Well, there's another complaint I'm filing."
They laughed together. "Cheeky. But you're right, the child part was weird, I dunno why I put that in there." He rolled his eyes at himself. "But what's this pay gap you speak of?"
"I'm getting a lot more compensation from this job than you are, sir. At a rate that must be, God…even just in the last half hour or so, 8 to 1?"
Chuck went bright red. "Oh. Um…you wouldn't happen to be referring to…um…"
"Climax? Yep." Why even tiptoe around it? What she said was true, even though she'd sort of lost count, as distracted as she was by the sensations he sent through her body.
He choked a little. "Oh uh…well… that…works different for me than it does you."
Sarah made a face at him. "You don't think I know that? Still, I'm filing a complaint. Against myself."
"I see. Ahem. I think it's unnecessary, Miss Walker, considering it isn't like I don't enjoy it until I…finish. Trust me, I enjoy it…very much." He gave her a slow, dreamy smile that made her heart race.
He still hadn't pulled out, and maybe her legs trapping him there were part of it, but she didn't care. It felt so good. And damn it, she was getting so keyed up again. She wondered if you could get addicted to something like this, but specifically with one person.
"I do trust you. Men aren't that good at faking it."
Chuck cracked up and she grinned, happy she'd been the one to make him laugh this time. He shifted against her then, and this time, unfortunately, he did slowly pull out of her, but he resumed his position tight against her, still looking into her eyes, a big, amused smile on his face. "You're probably right about that," he chuckled. "But um…" He affected seriousness again. "Would you like to step into the official complaint department office to formally file your complaint?"
She got what he was getting at and bit her lip, smiling around it and raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. I would."
And Chuck and Sarah climbed up from the couch, a tangle of limbs, Chuck stumbling a little on what were probably jelly-like legs—considering how hers felt—and they gathered up their clothes and carried them up the stairs with them, Chuck turning off the TV altogether along the way.
She could finish that movie later.
She had more important things to focus on.
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