He put another finger inside, and she sucked in a breath as her grip tightened on him. “Does this hurt?” he whispered in her ear.

“Only in a good way,” she said, her voice strained. “Faster, please,” she begged, picking up her own pace on his cock.

He plunged in and out, deep into her body as her legs trembled and he felt her orgasm erupt. Her body convulsed, and she closed her eyes and suppressed a deep, satisfying moan on a kiss.

He grinned as he slowly slid his fingers out of her body. “Better than working?”

She nodded. “Much better,” she said, removing her hand from his body and getting up off the couch. He watched as she knelt on the floor in front of him and pushed his knees apart.

Oh, Jesus.

She wiggled in between his legs and, gripping his penis with one hand, she lowered her head to his lap.

Wes’s head fell back against the sofa as Sarah’s mouth wrapped around him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a blow job. The feel of Sarah’s wet, warm mouth sucking and licking him was torture. Sweet, delicious torture.

He closed his eyes as her tongue slid the length of him and circled the top… Her hand at the base of his cock massaged his balls, and he stifled a moan as the pleasurable sensations flowed through him.

She sucked harder, and he was dangerously close to the edge. “Sarah…” His voice held a note of warning, but she didn’t stop. A moment later, he gripped the fabric of the sofa cushions and threw his head back as he came, the overwhelming sensations stealing his breath.

She slowly removed her mouth from him and, getting up off the floor, she sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. “You’re so incredible,” he said, brushing her dark hair away from her face.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said. She smiled and kissed him again, but then her gaze lowered. Her expression darkened slightly and she bit her lip.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asked, placing a finger under her chin and tipping her face up to look at him.

“Yeah.” She paused and shook her head. “Actually, not really.”

His heart thundered in his chest. First Marissa, now Sarah. “What’s going on?”

“The pitch meeting with SmartTech Kids was moved up…to this Friday,” she said, looking disappointed.

“Okay…”

“The same day as parents’ day at camp,” she said.

His chest tightened. “Oh.”

“I’m so sorry, Wes,” she said quickly. “I’m still going to try to make it. My meeting is at nine thirty, so as long as it doesn’t go longer than an hour, I can get back here in time.”