Sabrina Seduced

First published in All Romance EBooks newsletter, Wildfire. This is a shortened version of a longer story that I wrote a couple of years ago and never submitted for publication because I thought it was a bit blah. My intention has always been to rewrite the story as a novella but it's one of those things I need a round tuit for. In the meantime, here's the free read. Hopefully, it's not blah.

Warning: This is an adults only fiction piece. Please don't read if you are under the age of 18.

Sabrina Seduced
By Sami Lee

When Sabrina Lockhart walked into Frescos, her eyes landed on him right away, as though a magnetic force drew them to his wide shoulders and silky, caramel colored hair. Her heart skipped at the sight of him.

As though sensing her stare, Ethan Grey glanced up. Their eyes met and he smiled, a smile that lit his soft brown eyes and was meant only for her. It melted all Sabrina’s internal organs into one big mass of goo.

Sliding into the booth opposite him and feeling sixteen instead of thirty-six, Sabrina smiled back. “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself. What are you trying to do?” His hot gaze swept over her. “You know what that navy suit does to me.”

Sabrina would never have thought her boring business attire could entice a man, but Ethan seemed to have a thing about what she wore beneath the conservative façade. “I’m wearing red underneath.”

“Don’t tease me. A bustier, G-string or what?”

“French knickers and a lace bra, if you must know.”

“Oh, I must. Don’t suppose you want to slip one of those buttons free and give me a peek?”

“Each time you ask that I say no Ethan. You should stop asking.”

“But I’m an optimist. It’s gotten me this far, hasn’t it?”

Oh yes, Ethan had been buoyantly confident in his pursuit of her. Sabrina would never have chased him. For one thing, her mother always taught her it was tacky to run after a man. For another, Ethan Grey was nothing like the men she’d previously had relationships with.

He’s twenty-five years old. A sculptor by day, waiter by night, with no clear plan other than to live each moment fully. What on earth are you doing Sabrina?

It wasn’t the first time she’d asked herself that. She ought to end this madness—soon.

“What can I get you?” The waitress intervened. “Let me guess—a skinny latte and a long black.”

Ethan smiled up at the waitress. “Hey Zoe. Predictable as ever are we?” They’d become semi-regulars at the popular café close to Sabrina’s office. “How about you bring us two club sandwiches with the coffees?”

“Will do.” With barely a glance in Sabrina’s direction, Zoe took their unopened menus and flounced off with a snappy promise to return soon.

Sabrina arched a brow at her companion. “Since when do you order for me Ethan Grey?”

“Since I don’t want to waste time talking to the waitress. You want me to call her back?”

“I bet she’d love that. You might not want to chat to her but I don’t think the feeling’s mutual.”

“Are you saying she was flirting with me?”

“All women flirt with you Ethan.” It was something she’d noticed any place they had been together over the past month. “It doesn’t even matter that you’re with me. They probably don’t realize I’m your…”

Her hesitation hung in the air for a moment before Ethan filled in, “Girlfriend?”

“Actually I was going to say ‘lover’ but it sounds so old fashioned.”

“You’re right.” Ethan grinned. “I like girlfriend better.”

“Ethan… you know it’s not like that with us.”

“Why can’t it be?”

“There you go again, being optimistic.” Sabrina sighed. “I’m eleven years older than you. I’m divorced. I’m a financial analyst for goodness sake. I’m not the bohemian type.”

“You can be anything you want to be, as long as you’re with me.”

Zoe returned with their drinks, saving Sabrina from a discussion she and Ethan had had more than once since they’d met. She’d gone to a gallery showing with Stuart, a man she’d dated only briefly. She’d spotted Ethan immediately. The way his eyes had tracked her progress through the gallery made shivers of awareness ripple through her. Sabrina had soon discovered Ethan was the rising star whose work she’d been so admiring. She’d also learned he was as audacious as he was talented when he’d coaxed her phone number from her while Stuart was in the bathroom.

She’d never gone on another date with Stuart.

They talked of inconsequential things while they ate. Despite the lightness of the conversation, heat simmered beneath the cordial surface. She wanted Ethan, badly. That was nothing unusual, but today she was beginning to fear her reactions were becoming too intense. She was getting attached, addicted. Wishing she could be the type of woman who had a casual affair without emotional involvement did not make it so.

By the time Zoe arrived to clear their plates, Sabrina’s mood had turned somber. The way the peppy waitress fluttered her eyelashes at Ethan didn’t help.

Catching her expression, Ethan took her hand in his and interlaced their fingers. “Tell me you know I’m not interested in the waitress.”

“Okay. I know you’re not interested in the waitress.”

“Come on Sabrina. Why would I look at Zoe when I’m with you. You’re a knockout.”

Sabrina scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

Something granite hard came into his soft brown eyes. Sabrina recognized the determination beneath his demeanor. She’d encountered it that first night they’d met at the art gallery. Taking her hand, Ethan led her to the front counter where they paid the bill. Ethan asked for a key, which Zoe gave him with a flourish. Moments later they were standing on the sidewalk, a cold winter wind whipping Sabrina’s hair around her face and her coat around her knees.

“Come on,” Ethan said.

Sabrina was mystified when they didn’t walk in the direction of her office building. Instead Ethan lead her purposefully into an arcade that ran adjacent to the coffee shop. They came to a door marked ‘restrooms for Frescos customers only’. Ethan fitted the key into the lock and shoved open the door.

“I don’t understand—”

He turned and slammed his mouth onto hers, cutting off her words as he kicked the door shut. The air rushed out of her lungs as he backed her up against the tile wall and searched her mouth with his conquering tongue.

Sabrina wrapped her arms around his neck and arched into him, instinct governing her actions so powerfully that common sense couldn’t take hold. She was only dimly aware that they were in a public bathroom. Ethan moved between her thighs and she felt his erection pressing against her lower abdomen. White heat liquefied in her panties; her breasts throbbed when he touched them through her jacket.

Quickly, he unbuttoned the garment, then spread open the material of her silk blouse. He groaned at the sight of her sexy balconette bra.

Burrowing into the flimsy red lace cups Ethan drew out her nipples one by one, thumbing them until they swelled and petrified. “I just had to touch you like this,” he told her. “That’s how much I want you. All the time.” Then he dipped his head and sucked one of the stiff peaks into his searing mouth.

Sabrina’s back came off the wall. She thread her fingers through his hair, urging him closer, harder, hotter. He listened to her unspoken plea, and she cried out when he scraped his teeth over her sensitized nipple.

Shocked by the rush of lust that had so swiftly consumed her, Sabrina’s eyes shot open. She was confronted by the view in the small mirror on the opposite wall. There she stood, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and parted, her green eyes round and dark with desire as Ethan’s silky head moved on her breasts. There was a crack running through the glass, a line dissecting her reflection. She had the oddest sense that it represented her two selves divided—Sabrina the sensible. Sabrina seduced.

Yet there was barely a remnant of sensible by the time Ethan lowered to his haunches and shoved up her knee-length skirt. Sabrina remained still, not protesting as he grasped the waistband of her pantyhose and dragged them down to her knees. She stared at her now disheveled state, at the breasts spilling from her bra, swollen with need. When Ethan slid a finger inside the crotch of her panties she was so turned on she had to look away.

He found her entrance and breached it. “God, you’re so wet.”

“We have to be quick.” Sabrina was suddenly acutely aware of the possibility of being interrupted. She didn’t think she’d be able to stand it if some impatient person wanting to use the facilities forced Ethan to stop what he was doing.

“Correction. You have to be quick.” With his finger still buried inside her, he rose to his full height. His eyes glittered with carnal purpose. “You’re going to come so fast your head will spin. Raise your arms above your head.”

Because she didn’t want to waste time on questions, Sabrina did as he said. With one hand he clamped her wrists together on the tile above her. The position lifted her up on tip toes. Her heels barely scraped the floor. Ethan slid a second digit inside her. She could do little but writhe against the wall while he skillfully pumped into her and smiled at her helplessness.

Her head was spinning, and she was already hurtling toward a furious orgasm. Then he withdrew his touch, leaving her suspended on a high wire of need. “Ethan, please.”

“I hope these weren’t too expensive.” He gripped the flimsy lace of her panties and gave a swift tug. The tearing sound echoed violently off the bathroom walls, underpinned by Sabrina’s gasp of astonishment.

Blithely, he stuffed the ruined underwear into his pocket. His voice was a husky rumble. “Maybe I’ll use these next time I have to jack off because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Sabrina sucked in a sharp breath, his words setting off fireworks in her erogenous zones. He reached down and massaged her clit, keeping his bent knee between her spread legs. She gyrated against his thigh, wanting more. She was impossibly aroused by his shocking narrative.

“All afternoon Sabrina, I want you to think dirty thoughts about me, about what we’re going to do next time we’re alone. How good we are together—how right it feels.” He found her channel once again, easily navigating past her slick lips. He plunged two fingers back inside while he pressed his thumb to her quivering nub and caressed it. “I want you remember that I made you come screaming right here in this bathroom because I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

He bent his head and latched onto a nipple, swirling his tongue around it as he increased the pace of his thrusting fingers and exerted insistent pressure on her clitoris. As fast as he’d promised, Sabrina climaxed into his cupped hand. She cried out, heedless of who might hear her wails of ecstasy. She’d never felt so wild, so reckless or so free in her entire life.

Ethan released his grip on her wrists. Her arms fell, limp, to his shoulders. She fisted his jacket in her hands because she didn’t want to lose her grip on him. “It’s okay,” he said, as though he sensed her need. “I’ve got you.”

He held her to him securely until her shudders began to abate. He stroked her hair with a soothing hand and Sabrina cared not a whit that he was messing the style she’d blow dried the brown mass into this morning. He was so nice and sweet. On the back of the commanding sexiness of a moment ago his tenderness was thoroughly disarming. “I can’t stand it whenever another woman looks at you. Every time I think, ‘wouldn’t he rather be with her instead of me?’”

He gave her shoulders a little shake. “You’re the one I want Sabrina.”

“I know.” An incredulous laugh bubbled up. “It seems astounding to me but I know you like me.” How could he fake this kind of passion?

Ethan’s smile was a touch ironic. “I more than like you but I think you’ve had enough emotional upheaval for one day… girlfriend.”

Sabrina poked him in the chest. “Toy boy.”

“You’ll pay for that,” he told her. “Tonight I expect a return on today’s investment.”

“Your investment?”

He gave her butt a meaningful stroke. “A bit of quid pro quo, you know how that works Ms Financial Analyst.”

Sabrina smiled, feeling much like she was about to jump off a cliff yet experiencing no accompanying fear. She was going to fall in love with him, she knew it. But life was to be lived, and lately she’d only been going through the motions. Ethan had brought excitement and fun into her days, made her feel young and alive—like a woman not just a good catch with stock options and a nice apartment. There was more to her than that, and Ethan was helping her discover it.

Go on Sabrina, what have you got to lose?

“Yes Ethan, I know how that works. And I can’t wait to show you what I have in mind.”