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Sarah sat still, watching him pull the seat belt across, leaning over to buckle it. He was hard, vibrating
with arousal.
 Brock? She whispered his name.
Slow, hesitant, he raised his head, his eyes meeting hers. She saw his fight to contain his pleasure, his
anticipation.
 Yeah, Sarah? he whispered back.
 Only you, Brock. She fought her fear. She didn t want him expecting what she couldn t give. She
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didn t want recriminations later.
Disappointment flashed in his eyes for a brief instant. She watched him fight it back, watched the smile
that finally tipped his lips.
 Whatever you want, Sarah, he promised her.  I ll give you whatever you want.
She took a deep breath, nodding sharply at his promise. She could ask no more of him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sarah hung her new clothes in Brock s closet. Filmy dresses and soft skirt outfits for the most part. She
put new underclothes in a drawer in his dresser and placed several pairs of shoes in the shoe port at the
end of the large walk-in closet. She wore one of the new outfits. His begging had been pathetic. The skirt
was filmy, soft and short. The sleeveless top she wore with it didn t accommodate her bra. Thankfully,
her breasts weren t too large and they were firm and full.
She sighed deeply, staring around the masculine room with its heavy, dark furniture and the large
four-poster bed. There was a sitting area at the far side of the large room. A couch, chair and corner
entertainment center with a large television set in it. It lacked no comforts. The whole house lacked for no
comforts, from what she had seen.
Large, airy, with high ceilings and wide windows, the house was beautifully arranged and comfortable.
The bit Brock had showed her after their arrival left her gaping. The unassuming façade of the house did
little to prepare a visitor for the beauty inside.
 Everything okay? Brock stood in the doorway, lounging comfortably against the frame as he watched
her.
He was aroused. He stayed aroused. Sarah wondered if other men were as virile, as sexual as Brock
August. If they were, she hadn t heard of them.
 Yeah. She closed the closet door, facing him fully.  Everything s put away. But I don t intend to be
here that long, Brock.
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 At least until it s safe. Determination thickened his voice.
Sarah sighed. She knew coming here would be a mistake. She stood still, watching him straighten from
the doorway. He stepped into the room, closing the door carefully behind him. She felt her heart speed
up in excitement. He hadn t touched her all day and she knew from the look on his face that touching her
now filled his mind.
She licked her lips nervously. He always made her nervous, made her too aware of her body, her
femininity. Her thighs tensed, the bare flesh of her cunt becoming slick and warm within seconds. The
quickening of her blood in her veins, the beat of her heart, she could feel it all in the empty portal awaiting
him.
 You look good in that skirt, Sarah, he whispered, not touching her, merely watching her.
He stepped close to her, almost touching, the warmth of his body searing her. Sarah swallowed, cleared
her throat, her eyes trained on his hands. He unbuttoned his shirt with careful deliberation before
shrugging it from his shoulders. He tossed it carelessly to the padded stool at the end of the bed.
She breathed in hard when his fingers went to the buttons of his jeans. They were dealt with efficiently,
leaving the front open, the hard flesh of his cock rising from between the parted fabric.
Sarah felt her breath slow, her heart beat harsh and heavy in her chest. She laid her hand against the taut
flesh of his abdomen, staring into his eyes as he watched her intently.
 I want you in my mouth, she told him, her voice soft, the husky, needy sound surprising her.
His cheeks flushed with a dull, dark red. His eyes darkened as his chest heaved hard.
 I want to be in your mouth, he told her, his head lowering until his lips could caress the bare skin of her
neck.  I want your hot little mouth wrapped around me, your tongue stroking me.
Sarah almost released the whimper building in her throat.
She gripped the waist of his jeans, pushing them down as she lowered her body. On her knees before
him, she looked up, seeing the savage, naked need reflected on his face. His cock strained toward her,
heavy and hard, the thick head pulsing, releasing a small pearl of liquid. That droplet tempted her, made
her hunger for more.
Gripping the base in her hands, she leaned forward, her tongue running over the broad tip, licking the
pearly drop of liquid that collected there. Brock groaned deep, his hands going to her hair to pull her
forward. Sarah enveloped the first few inches, groaning as he filled her mouth. Hot, steel-hard, he pushed
into her mouth with a slow, measured thrust, until she could take no more.
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