Sasuke nods once before kissing Sakura, that odd feeling rising in his chest again. Sasuke's hesitance melts as the kiss deepens. His tongue slips past her lips. Her fingers move to unbutton his shirt.

It's hot. It's almost too warm between them that the clothes feel like they're burning him. The once quiet room becomes accented with quickening breaths as the duo undresses one another in a whirlwind.

Sasuke guides Sakura down to the bed after pulling her dress off over her head, only in his undone pants at this point. He pulls away from the kiss for the first time as he unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, eyes and hands exploring her chest. Sakura's body melts into his touch, her expression hazy with lust as she watches him.

"Sorry. They're small," she breathes with a hitch in her words when he gently squeezes her nipple to see her reaction.

He doesn't say a word because he's too focused on feeding into his curiosities. He dips down to take a nipple into his mouth, one of his hands venturing lower to slowly begin sliding her tights down her hips and legs.

Her skin is like milk, warm and supple. It's the first time Sasuke's noticed so many intricacies about a woman. Her waist is tiny, and the slightest flash of abdominal muscle flexes every so often when she breathes in harder. There's a tiny birthmark, almost a perfect circle, on her right hip bone. And, fuck, Sakura smells incredible. It might be her shampoo or lotion. Sasuke doesn't know, but he does know it's making him drunker than the liquor.

After appreciating her chest for a bit, the Uchiha man ventures lower, completely removing her tights and underwear and taking a moment to pause and study the unbelievable beauty lying before him. Sakura's face is red, and she turns it to the side to avoid his gaze, arms wrapping over her chest as she tries to close her legs. He places a hand on either of her knees to keep them parted, "No hiding."

She looks down his bare chest to where his undone pants are riding low on his hips, tears welling in her pretty eyes, "But-" "I said no."

She must've been telling the truth when she said she's inexperienced. She's behaving like she's never seen a man naked before. Sasuke noticed it when she crashed on his sofa last week, too. He decides to attempt to make her more comfortable because he's already ruined their relationship. The least he can do is make this as enjoyable as possible for her.

Sighing, he moves back and proceeds to remove the remainder of his clothes. Then, he grabs her hand and pulls her upright as he sits.

…..

Sakura can't believe what's happening. It feels like some sort of fever dream as she pulls her legs from either side of her boss's body to sit on her knees before him. Those familiar hawk-like eyes follow her every movement as he guides her hand to his chest. What is he doing? She's mortified that he's looking at her naked body so unrestrainedly, but she's also struggling to keep her gaze on his face. She's terrified to look between his legs because she's only ever seen one man naked in person, and that was years ago.

The fingers around her wrist are calloused from who knows what, and an unbelievable heat is emitting from Sasuke's body. More than anything, Sakura can't believe just how badly she wants this man to do anything and everything to her. She's never felt like this in her entire life.

Her palm finally lands against his chest. The woman swallows nervously, searching her boss's face anxiously. He nods, guiding her hand lower at an agonizing pace.

He's so damn sexy.

Blazing heat pools between Sakura's legs, and she squeezes them together, her breath quickening as the toned muscles of his abdomen pass beneath her fingers. Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to touch Sasuke Uchiha like this. It's been a fantasy for weeks, of course, but she never thought it'd become a reality, especially by his proposal. Despite her fear slowly beginning to ease, Sakura's hands still tremble as they travel lower and lower.

Sasuke nearly scares her when he suddenly asks, just before she reaches a very particular area, "Come here."

Her eyes, which were following her hands, jump to meet his in shock. Is he…trying to give her directions because she's nervous? Normally, that type of thing would irritate Sakura, but for some reason, the idea is reassuring for now. Is it because he's her boss at work? She's used to following his orders. That's probably why.

Slowly, the woman nods and allows him to grab her hips as she carefully straddles his lap. Their lips connect in a short, intimate kiss before he speaks breathily, "Put it in."

On instinct, the woman reaches between them to wrap her hand around his hard cock, swallowing hard while lining herself up.

He kisses her again, pressing gently upward against her entrance, "Slowly."

Sakura feels like she's losing her mind. When did she become someone who ends up in a risque situation like this? Her body sure knows what to do even though she mentally isn't sure.

Carefully, she lowers herself onto him, a sharp breath sucking past her lips as Sasuke kisses her like he's trying to distract her from her overworking mind. It's big. She can tell by the discomfort in her lower abdomen once she's fully taken him in. Her hands tremble as she grabs onto his shoulders.

The man pulls back to look between them, "Move when you're ready." He's letting her choose how this tryst starts because he knows she needs to be in control when she's scared. When did he come to know her so well?

She can feel him flexing inside her, stretching her walls as he tries to keep still for her sake. It doesn't hurt, but it does feel odd as she tests moving her hips. He leans in to kiss her neck, and she arches it to the side to make it easier for him. The hot breath against her skin sends goosebumps down her spine to meet her loins, where she feels herself squeeze him excitedly. A tiny sound rumbles Sasuke's chest, but he says nothing. His hands tighten on her hips.

Steadily, Sakura picks up the pace while the Uchiha man patiently guides her. Like ice melting, the pinkette's anxiety disappears after a minute. When a spark of something that makes her want to go wild shoots up her body from between her legs, a moan escapes.

Sasuke releases a breath, sounding almost relieved. They pull back, still moving, to meet one another's gazes. His eyes are dark and focused, like a hungry predator. He watches closely as he releases her hips. One hand slides up her back to keep her torso close to his while the other lifts to brush her hair from her face, holding a handful of it at the base of her neck so it'll stay out of the way.

Sakura's breasts press against his chest with each movement, and the friction is oddly satisfying. As pressure begins to rise within the woman, she studies her partner's face. A warm feeling brews, and she finds herself coming forward to kiss the tip of his nose, then his mouth, and then she dips down to taste the salty skin of his neck and shoulder. He's gorgeous.

Overwhelming affection takes over as she's filled with thoughts of the man currently offering addictive pleasure.

She likes Sasuke.

She likes him way more than she thought six hours ago, and definitely more than she should since he's her boss. Sakura knows he's off limits emotionally, but she just can't help it. All of her is attracted to him, her body, her mind, her soul. This god of a man is so caring and wonderful, but he hides it behind a cold exterior and fear of failure. Over the past week, it's like he's shown her some of his true self, and tonight is when she's finally realized that.

A climax swiftly approaches, making the woman panic. She breathes into his damp skin, just below his ear, "I-I want to-!"

Strong arms suddenly circle around her middle, holding her flush to Sasuke's body and still. Then, the man begins to move his hips steadily upright. A cry of pleasure bursts from Sakura as she's tossed over the edge. Her arms wrap around his head, nails scratching his scalp as she holds his face to her chest and cums around his cock.

…..

Sasuke holds his breath as the delicious heat surrounding him squeezes and trembles for dear life. Sakura's voice is like music.

Their bodies are overwhelmingly compatible. He could tell from the first moment she straddled his hips that this would be a new experience.

His sweat mixes with hers as she comes down from her climax, panting for breath. He carefully loosens his hold, looking up to study her flushed face as he guides her to lie down on the bed. Who knew this fiery woman could make a face like that? He runs a hand up her abdomen to squeeze her chest as he positions himself between her legs and begins to move again, slowly at first, to ease her back into it.

She mewls his name, drunk and high on pleasure, and it sends a strong wave of arousal to his loins. Beneath those pantsuits and friendly demeanor lay an incredible body and an undeniably seductive woman. Sasuke wonders how differently people would treat Sakura if they saw the lust in her eyes like he is right now.

Her name quietly passes her lips before he kisses her and closes his eyes to focus on what he's physically feeling. Soft, warm hands are grabbing his body wherever possible as though they belong to someone who's drowning and searching for a safety vest.

Now that she's comfortable and relaxed, he doesn't have to hold back anymore. Sasuke gives in to what his body wants to do to Sakura's, and soon her moans are filling the air with every other thrust. She's clinging to him with breathy and pleading words on her lips when possible.

His eyes shoot open when he feels her walls begin to squeeze more tightly around him like before. Is she really going to cum again? So soon? The man's not bad in bed and always ensures his partners climax at least once, but it's never been this simple.

"Fuck…" he curses under his breath while sitting back on his knees so he can look down and properly survey the gorgeous woman.

He places a hand on her lower abdomen and slightly presses, his teeth gritting when he can feel how deep he's thrusting into her beneath his palm. Dark eyes lift to Sakura's face when she suddenly grips the pillows above her head. Her back arches, and her head falls back as she falls into a pile of sexual release.

Sasuke's eyes widen at the sensual image and finds himself releasing inside her.

The next thing he knows, Sasuke's waking up. It's still dark outside, but his body clock tells him it's almost sunrise. His head is throbbing with headache as his eyes open, only to widen when Sakura's slim figure and messy pink hair meet his gaze. Her back is turned. The blanket is low on her hips, leaving her upper body bare for him to view.

Sasuke is overcome with regret the moment last night's memories appear. It was wonderful. There's no doubt about that. The issue is that they have to work together and act as though none of it ever happened. He curses inwardly at himself as he sneaks out of bed in a way that doesn't wake the sleeping pinkette. He locates his clothing and carefully begins dressing with his eyes trained on her vulnerable face.

Self-disgust slowly builds in his chest as he notices a few marks on her neck and body from what they'd done, and he's forced to look away while pulling his pants up to his hips. He averts his gaze anywhere but Sakura, glancing around the small apartment, only to freeze before he can button his trousers.

All the blood in his body runs cold as he stares at a familiar-looking painting.

That's not…. …Is it?

He steps closer slowly, praying he's mistaken. Hanging there, on the wall near the bed, is Haruki's most prized possession. It's the painting he said he'll pass down to his kids one day. The one that was passed down to him from his parents and grandparents.

It can't be true. It's a coincidence.

Sasuke shakes his head, pulling his phone from his pocket. He finds Sakura's, too, and holds his breath while texting his AC friend. He simply sends, 'Hey.' Nothing too dramatic or anything that will give away the situation. For a moment, nothing happens, and he releases his breath in relief. It'd be crazy if Haruki was-!

A quiet ding leaves Sakura's phone, the screen lighting up with a notification from someone named only "S" in her contacts. The device slips from the Uchiha man's hand, landing on the carpet as his eyes dart to the still-sleeping pinkette.

Haruki is Sakura, and Sakura is Haruki.