“Thank you, Frances, I just walked into the apartment.”
“I wish I didn’t have to disturb you, but the Holston real estate deal needs your signature. I left you an urgent message on your cell. Didn’t you get it?”
“Oh,” Daniel replied, pulling the phone from his ear and glancing at the display. He had several voicemails waiting. “I’m sure I did, but I haven’t listened to my messages yet. I’ll sign it tomorrow.”
“Uh, Mr. Sinclair, I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Recording is tomorrow. You need to sign today,” she said apologetically.
He sighed. “Fine, scan the documents in and I’ll sign them here and send them back.” It would only take a few minutes and then he’d be able to devote all his attention to Sabrina.
“I’m afraid, it will have to be with a notary present,” came Frances’ reply.
Daniel looked at Sabrina and gave her an apologetic look. “Fine, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He disconnected the call, slipped the phone back into his pocket and reached for his zipper, pulling it up, then closing the button of his pants. Diving into Sabrina’s luscious body would have to wait.
When he met Sabrina’s gaze, he recognized her disappointed look. “I’m sorry, I have to go to the office to sign something important.”
“Today?” she asked, her forehead creasing.
“I’m afraid so.” He kissed her quickly. “But as soon as I’m back, I’ll be all yours and we’ll continue where we left off.” He motioned to the kitchen counter.
“Promise?” she murmured and pressed herself against him.
Automatically, one hand went to her backside, while the other one lifted her dress and slipped underneath it. “And when I come back, I don’t want to find out that you put your panties back on.”
He brought his hand between her legs and slowly stroked over her soft cleft, bathing his fingers in her wetness.
“I want you to be ready for me when I get home.”
“Ready?” she asked breathlessly, her sex pressing against his hand.
“Yes, I want your legs spread for me and your pussy wet.”
He plunged one finger into her, making her gasp.
“Just like you are now. And I don’t care where in the apartment you are, as long as you’re here. Understand?”
Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her. He could think of better things than going to the office to sign papers.
Sabrina panted. “Yes.” Then she pushed against his finger, causing him to drive into her once more, her eyelids fluttering in the process. “Yes.”
3
Sabrina sighed in frustration. She’d been on hold with the moving company for the past half hour. She paced back and forth in front of the living room windows, letting her gaze wander toward the city.
She and Daniel had arrived in New York almost a week earlier and he’d spent every day at the office. She’d barely spoken to anybody, and while she had explored the city on her own and occupied her time, she felt lonely. She missed her friend Holly. And strangely enough she missed her job—well, not her old job in particular, but a job, something productive to do.
The nights with Daniel had made up for it though. Even though most nights Daniel came home long past dinner time, once in bed, he would lavish all his attention and affection on her, except for the last two nights when he’d fallen asleep thirty seconds after putting his head on the pillow. Clearly, working long hours every day was taking its toll on him.
“Thanks for holding. How may I help you?” a woman who sounded like she was chewing gum answered, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yes, I was expecting one of your trucks to arrive with my boxes three days ago. Can you tell me where it is?”
On the other end of the line, Sabrina heard the woman furiously typing away on a keyboard. “What’s your name?”
“Sabrina Palmer. The invoice was billed to Daniel Sinclair. It was a move from San Francisco to New York City.”
“Please hold.”
Before Sabrina could object, she heard the same monotonous elevator music again that she’d listened to for the past thirty minutes. She let out a frustrated groan and began to pace again.
No wonder moving ranked among the highest stress-inducing events in a person’s life, along with a death in the family and divorce. Didn’t these people realize they were dealing with all her life’s possessions? How could they be so cavalier about this?
“Thanks for holding, Ms. Palmer. It appears that your delivery should be arriving sometime today.”
“I wish I didn’t have to disturb you, but the Holston real estate deal needs your signature. I left you an urgent message on your cell. Didn’t you get it?”
“Oh,” Daniel replied, pulling the phone from his ear and glancing at the display. He had several voicemails waiting. “I’m sure I did, but I haven’t listened to my messages yet. I’ll sign it tomorrow.”
“Uh, Mr. Sinclair, I’m afraid that won’t be possible. Recording is tomorrow. You need to sign today,” she said apologetically.
He sighed. “Fine, scan the documents in and I’ll sign them here and send them back.” It would only take a few minutes and then he’d be able to devote all his attention to Sabrina.
“I’m afraid, it will have to be with a notary present,” came Frances’ reply.
Daniel looked at Sabrina and gave her an apologetic look. “Fine, I’ll be there in half an hour.”
He disconnected the call, slipped the phone back into his pocket and reached for his zipper, pulling it up, then closing the button of his pants. Diving into Sabrina’s luscious body would have to wait.
When he met Sabrina’s gaze, he recognized her disappointed look. “I’m sorry, I have to go to the office to sign something important.”
“Today?” she asked, her forehead creasing.
“I’m afraid so.” He kissed her quickly. “But as soon as I’m back, I’ll be all yours and we’ll continue where we left off.” He motioned to the kitchen counter.
“Promise?” she murmured and pressed herself against him.
Automatically, one hand went to her backside, while the other one lifted her dress and slipped underneath it. “And when I come back, I don’t want to find out that you put your panties back on.”
He brought his hand between her legs and slowly stroked over her soft cleft, bathing his fingers in her wetness.
“I want you to be ready for me when I get home.”
“Ready?” she asked breathlessly, her sex pressing against his hand.
“Yes, I want your legs spread for me and your pussy wet.”
He plunged one finger into her, making her gasp.
“Just like you are now. And I don’t care where in the apartment you are, as long as you’re here. Understand?”
Reluctantly, he pulled his finger from her. He could think of better things than going to the office to sign papers.
Sabrina panted. “Yes.” Then she pushed against his finger, causing him to drive into her once more, her eyelids fluttering in the process. “Yes.”
3
Sabrina sighed in frustration. She’d been on hold with the moving company for the past half hour. She paced back and forth in front of the living room windows, letting her gaze wander toward the city.
She and Daniel had arrived in New York almost a week earlier and he’d spent every day at the office. She’d barely spoken to anybody, and while she had explored the city on her own and occupied her time, she felt lonely. She missed her friend Holly. And strangely enough she missed her job—well, not her old job in particular, but a job, something productive to do.
The nights with Daniel had made up for it though. Even though most nights Daniel came home long past dinner time, once in bed, he would lavish all his attention and affection on her, except for the last two nights when he’d fallen asleep thirty seconds after putting his head on the pillow. Clearly, working long hours every day was taking its toll on him.
“Thanks for holding. How may I help you?” a woman who sounded like she was chewing gum answered, interrupting her thoughts.
“Yes, I was expecting one of your trucks to arrive with my boxes three days ago. Can you tell me where it is?”
On the other end of the line, Sabrina heard the woman furiously typing away on a keyboard. “What’s your name?”
“Sabrina Palmer. The invoice was billed to Daniel Sinclair. It was a move from San Francisco to New York City.”
“Please hold.”
Before Sabrina could object, she heard the same monotonous elevator music again that she’d listened to for the past thirty minutes. She let out a frustrated groan and began to pace again.
No wonder moving ranked among the highest stress-inducing events in a person’s life, along with a death in the family and divorce. Didn’t these people realize they were dealing with all her life’s possessions? How could they be so cavalier about this?
“Thanks for holding, Ms. Palmer. It appears that your delivery should be arriving sometime today.”
