We swing by Gari and I pop out to pick up a few rolls and an assortment of sashimi pieces. It’s my favorite sushi spot in LA, and sometimes I like to treat myself to something extra nice.

Having Sara here with me isn’t hurting one bit.

“We got a lot of awesome looking stuff here, boss,” she says as we unpack the takeout bags and I maneuver around the kitchen, grabbing a couple of small glasses and a bottle of sake I happen to have out from the night before.

“I think you’re going to like the scallops especially. They’re sweet. Really fucking delicious.”

As we eat, the conversation flows easily. Our sake glasses chime together before we sip our drinks slowly. Her eyes scan smoothly over my face, her eyelashes batting in a way she’s unaware of. We don’t sit at my dining room table overlooking my backyard and pool, where I’d usually take a girl. Sara and I eat standing up in my kitchen, moving around easily and eating from take-out containers. She helps herself to more sake when she wants it and pours some for me when she sees me running low. Her laugh sparkles and shines, and I feel full of fucking life when I see her having fun and enjoying herself.

“I’m surprised I was able to pull you away from work,” I say, taking a sip of my sake. I’m leaning against one of the carrera marble tile counters I had installed when I bought the place about five years ago. Sara’s sitting on the counter across from me, easy and cute, one of her legs crossed over the other and her shoes dangling from the tips of her toes. “You’re trying to infiltrate my show and take me over, right? There’s no possible way you’re still in college and here as an intern.”

“Okay,” she says, deftly maneuvering a bite of white rice into her mouth, “you’re right. I’m from a competing show. I want to steal all your listeners and bring down the Ryan Hart empire. Oh no,” she adds, “what are you going to do now that you know the truth? Are you going to keep me captive in your house?”

“Yeah,” I say, my cock hardening inside my jeans, pressing snugly against the fabric, “I’m keeping you here. Permanently.”

“Nice try,” she quips, “I saw that you have a recording booth here. I can record a show from here while you’re in the shower and a poach all your listeners that way.” She sticks her tongue out and winks at me.

“I should punish you for talking to me like that,” I say, putting my glass down on the counter beside me. I put both of my hands on the edge of the counter and start drumming them, tapping out a steady beat. Sara’s eyes land on my fingers and then glide up my body to my face. Her lips and eyes soften under my gaze as I speak. “You have a bad mouth, talking to me like that.”

Stepping toward her slowly and deliberately, I stop when I get to her knees, and I’m standing against her, brushing the edge of her skirt with my fingertips. She looks down at my crotch, her soft pink lips parted, and she takes a sip of her sake, swallowing hard.

“I never gave you that kiss you begged for,” I say, taking the sake glass from her hand. Our fingers slip together as we touch, electrifying us. There’s no air between us. There’s nothing separating us.

“You don’t have to,” she tempts me. “It’s your job to tell me what to do. I don’t tell the boss what to do. You give me orders; not the other way around.”

“No,” I say, “it’s okay. I might be the boss, but I told you to beg. I knew you would. And there’s nothing I want more than to do exactly what you fucking want.”

Her eyes flutter closed, her lashes brushing against her perfect sun-kissed skin as I lean forward, softly moving her hair away from her shoulder with my fingertips.

“So what is it that you want, Sara?” I whisper, brushing my lips against her neck.

She lets out a slow, low moan, sweetness and music to my fucking ears.

“I can tell what you want,” I say, taking her in my hands, hitching my thumb under her chin and brushing my fingers against her cheek, my other hand slowly parting her legs as I get closer, standing against her. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she mewls, “yes.”

I capture her lips with mine, brushing my mouth softly against hers, her sweet lips parting slightly as I push them open with mine. Our tongues sweep together as we breathe as one, her body melting in my hands as I push my fingers under her thigh and pull her to the edge of the counter.

“Ryan,” she whispers as I break our kiss. “I’ve wanted you to do that since the second I saw you.”

“What we want isn’t always what we say we want,” I say, pushing both of my hands under her ass. “I know that from my years in this business.”

“So you think you can read my mind?” she breaths. “You think you know what I want just because I’m like so many other girls?”

“No,” I reply. “But I can read you. I can see what you want. From the way you talk. The way you say things to me. The way you don’t take my shit.”

She sighs heavily as I move my hands around her ass, to her thighs, parting her legs at the knees as I nuzzle myself closer. I hitch her skirt up to her ass and press my hardness into her. I can feel the heat and want coming off her as our mouth crash together in an electrifying kiss that makes my cock as hard as steel.

Lowering my lips along her body, I kiss her neck, her collarbone, bringing my mouth farther and farther down. I push her back down on the counter gently until she’s putty in my hands, her breathing fast and hard. Parting her legs, I kiss her through her panties, pulling a moan from her lips.

“I like kissing you,” I say with a smirk as she leans up slightly, supporting herself with her elbows up on counter. “Now, if I recall correctly, you like it slow. So I’ll take my time.”

Her pussy is soaking wet for me as I kiss her, feeling out her clit through the soft fabric, grinding against it with my stiffened tongue.

She moans, her sweet sounds filling my kitchen as I dip a finger around her panties, pulling them to the side, licking along her slit, stopping at her clit and swirling my tongue around it. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough as I draw her into my lips, pressing a finger against her tight opening.

“Fuck,” she moans. “That feels so nice.”

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” I growl, her pussy glistening and wet and hot. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I push two fingers past her folds and slide them in, her tightness surprising. My cock is tough as a rod as I feel her from inside, curling my fingers up to her bellybutton and licking her clit gently, grinding out a tempo inside her.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “Please don’t stop.”

I do what she says. She seems like a good girl, but she’s fucking dirty now that I have her. I don’t stop, and I keep my tempo the same as I finger her, but I speed up with my tongue, lapping at her clit, grinding against her, making her soaked and ready for my cock.

Her body starts to tense up and I bring my fingers in and out of her faster, pushing her over the edge. She gasps for air and her hands search for something to grab onto; I put her hand in mine and our fingers interlock as I make her come, her body tensing and grinding against my tongue.

“Come here, baby,” I say, breaking away from her. I put my hand against the small of her back and sit her up, her back arching as she comes to me limply, her face pink with the afterglow of her orgasm and her bottom lip between her teeth, her lips turned up into a smile. Her fingers grasp wildly at my belt as I cradle her face in my hands, our mouths searching each other’s wildly, recklessly. Passionately. With fire.

Sara pulls my cock out and yanks my pants down with a laugh and a mischievous grin on her face. I put my hand behind her back again and pull her close as she yelps, taking my shaft in her fingers, stroking me.

“You like my big dick, don’t you, baby?” I barrel, my heart slamming inside my chest.

She smiles coyly and arches her eyebrow at me as I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom, sheathing myself and pressing the tip of my cock to her soaked pussy.

“Yes,” she whispers, “I like it.”

I press her body into mine and lock my eyes on hers as I enter her, her eyebrows knitting together and her mouth open slightly, swimming in the lust and desire between us.

“You feel nice.” Her face falls over my shoulder as I grind into her, taking her body in my hands, bringing her close, her hair falling in luscious waves against my neck. “You feel so nice.”

I press my cock into her, burying myself deep, feeling darkness and light inside her. She wraps her legs around me, her shoes clanking down onto the floor as she digs her heels into my ass.

“Sir,” she whispers, “please fuck me.”

I nearly lose my mind when I hear her words, pushing hard into her, deeper than I’ve ever been, her soft, wet pussy wrapping me up. I’ve never felt anything like her before. She sets my world on fire.

Our bodies move together in the dim light, her beauty infecting me, making me wild.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I say, in awe of how beautiful she is. Our eyes meet for a moment and I slam into her, pulling a yelp from her mouth.

Our mouths collide as I slam my cock into her over and over, barreling us together toward what I know will be a mind-erasing orgasm.

“Fuck,” she cries out softly into my ear, her lower lip dragging against my shoulder. “Fuck. I’m going to come.”

“Come with me, baby,” I growl. My cock explodes as she comes with me, our bodies in perfect fucking harmony.

The most beautiful and sexy thing I’ve ever seen is Sara against me, coming, gasping for air as her pussy grinds against my cock. I feel like I could go again. I could get hard in another five seconds.

I’ve never felt anything like this for a woman. She’s perfect. She’s beautiful. And her arms are wrapped around me tight, her breasts are pushed up against my chest, and her cheek is resting against my shoulder as she breathes hard, struggling for air, smiling and satisfied and wanting more.