Page 110 of The Game
“Hey. No, not since the arena. I figured she must have gone back to the office or something when I didn’t see her before leaving and thought I would see her here.”
Samantha also looks a little worried now, knowing Sarah isn’t one to disappear without letting us know.
Neither of us has heard from her, and my nerves are on edge.
“I’ll go back to the arena and check the office. Let me know if she turns up,” I tell her, quickly heading for the door.
“Likewise!” Samantha calls, her eyes scanning the room for my beautiful blonde.
I jog over to the arena and head straight for the PR department.
When I get to her office, I’m out of breath from worry, but feel my heart calming down when I spot Sarah behind her computer, concentrating on the screen in front of her.
She looks at me, and when she realizes I’m here, she gives me a look.
“What are you doing here? You should be celebrating with your team!” I sit down on the edge of the sofa in her office.
“I was worried about you. I hadn’t heard from you, nor had Samantha; I thought something had happened,” I tell her, which makes her smile.
“You’re adorable. I thought your responsibilities would take a little longer, considering you’re a big deal now,” she says, a teasing tone in her voice.
“I’ve always been a big deal,” I tell her, locking my foot around hers before dragging her chair towards me.
“Yeah, at least to me,” she whispers, linking her arms around my neck.
“Up for a quick office fuck to celebrate?” I ask her. We’ve never gotten around to doing it in her office, with Samantha always being nearby.
Now, though, we’re alone.
“We really shouldn’t, Alexander.”
“Oh, we really should, baby,”
I stand up and lift her across my body before laying her out on the couch.
I kiss her deeply, taking my time exploring her mouth, throat, and chest. I trail my fingers down her body, bringing my hand inside her trousers when I reach her legs.
I stroke over her thong, humming when I feel her wetness even through the underwear.
“Fuck, Sarah. You’re so wet for me,” I husk in her ear as I start messaging her cunt.
When I push two fingers inside her, she cries out.
“Alexander, fuck, that feels amazing,”
I start thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
Sarah tears at my shoulders, dragging my t-shirt off before she bites down on my bicep as she comes undone.
I’d love to have her screaming my name like she does whenever we’re at home, but considering someone still could be lurking around, it’s better to try at least to be quiet.
I drag off her pants and underwear.
Sarah makes quick work of my zipper and reaches inside my boxers. She quirks an eyebrow at how hard I am.
“Baby, touching you, kissing you, fuck, just looking at you gets me all ready. Spread those legs.”
Sarah does as I tell her, and I position myself before pushing into her in a swift thrust.
