Enticed by you (Miraculous Love Book 1)

by Meghana Sarathy

  “More than I should. We don’t really know each other all that well, do we, Sara? And yet, I can’t help trusting you.”

  It’s time for me to show my trust. Never thought it would come down to this, this early, but it’s an opportunity that I will seize. Swiping my screen back to main menu, I click on my camera and take a selfie of me smiling widely. I send it to him.

  “You look gorgeous. And you’re smiling. I love your smile.”

  “You make me smile,” I reply earnestly. “Wait for more.”

  “Bring it on, baby. Not the one to refuse this.”

  Before I can try any more antics, the door opens and another woman waltz in. Undeterred, I think of the only other alternative available. I search my phone gallery and find the folder that has pics that I had taken to exclusively send to Bryce. Bryce and I had a good and happening sex life. And I would never leave a chance to tease him, sometimes for my own fun and at times to alleviate his stress. Hence the rather seductive pictures. The ones that I currently have are the ones that I never got to send him. That’s actually good. I can share it exclusively with Nate. It will be just between both of us.

  Nate waits patiently, humming a tune I’m vaguely familiar with as I scroll through the snaps, searching for a mildly decent one. I find the perfect one. I have donned a white lacey camisole. It’s sexy with a deep cleavage, attenuating my breasts. It’s short, barely coming up to my waist. That leaves my black lacy underwear on display, giving way to my naked thighs and legs. Not sure what he’ll be expecting and if he’ll even be satisfied, but this is me and for now, this is the best I can do. With clammy, trembling hands, I send it to him.

  “Just sent, Nate,” I give him a fair warning.

  “Wow,” he wolf whistles. “Sara, you’re..”

  “A bomb shell? Sexy? Hot? Salivating?” I offer. I’m comfortable in my skin. I’m proud of myself and my body. I’ve always been bold and sexy in my attitude too.

  “Beautiful,” he completes. “That’s the first word that came to my mind. Both in and out,” he adds. “But whatever you said, you’re all that as well. If you’ve already been called all that, then I better come up with other, better words that do justice to your beauty.”

  “Thanks,” I say at a loss of words. I steal a glance at my own reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are completely red, but a wide smile is etched across my face. I’m not even forcing it. It’s just there. My eyes are also sparkling with pure joy. When was the last time I was this happy?

  “Where are you? Can you take more snaps? One can’t suffice. Holy fuck, Sara. I want more. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I want to come with this image in my head. I can’t help myself.”

  “Don’t stop yourself. I don’t want you to.” I can’t recognize my own words. Did those words really slip out of me? It sure did. I want Nate masturbating to my pictures.

  “Fuck yourself for me, Nate. Move your hands thinking it’s my pussy you are pounding into. It’s my walls that are coming down and closing on you. Imagine how wild, fast and hard you would fuck me.”

  Words. Words that I pen, write and quote. I’m a writer with an expertise in romance. These words are my plaything. But I can offer only words now. Only if I were in my house, I would probably break few more of my own limits.

  “Ohh fuck, Sara. You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me. Let me show you.”

  Before I can wrap my mind around what is happening, I get an alert of a new image. Just as I’m about to click it, I hear the sound of the flush and the door next to me opens. The girl gives me the wide eyes, her brows arched up in question. I just turn away from her. Was I so loud that she actually heard me? Shit. Today has actually turned out to be a day of blunders.

  “Sorry, I interrupted on something important.” Her tone is honest, so I brave a look at her. Unlike me, she doesn’t look fazed or even embarrassed. In fact, she looks apologetic.

  “I should be sorry.” This time I actually put the call on mute. Not repeating the same mistake again.

  “This is not a good place for you to sext. There’ll be too much interference. Best, get the guy and go get a room. Don’t torture the poor guy more.” She cracks up at the last line and so do I.

  “I don’t usually do this. This is new for me too,” I admit honestly.

  “You’re doing a fine job. Carry on and all the best.” She winks and leaves the place.

  “You there, Sara? Fuck, I can come any minute now.”

  I open the image and actually hold my breath. Calling him huge would be an understatement. I haven’t had my share of penises, but from what I gather from porn, this certainly qualifies to be in the top ten. With cord like muscles of his hand fisted around it, it’s a sight to watch.

  “Fuck, Nathan. It sure looks delicious. I want my mouth on it, tasting every bit of your salty precum, squeezing for more, licking it all away down.”

  “Fuck, baby. You and me. We are perfect,” he barks out.

  What follows is a series of curses, and him growling and groaning in what I can safely assume as unadulterated, unfiltered pleasure. This is for and because of me. Nathan Bankers – my boss is jerking off to me. The very thought gives me a high that sends shots of pleasure, jolting from my core, all the way up my spine, leaving tingles of arousal in its wake throughout my body. The wetness between my thighs that’s dampening my panties is expected. The sounds slipping from his mouth makes my hand slip inside of my skirt, and I cup my own mound. I never thought I would ever become the desperate woman who would touch herself in a public restroom while sex-talking with a guy over phone as he jerks off to her.

  Kudos to myself. Nathan was right. Maybe I was a hidden, sexy vixen after all.

  “Ahh, Baby.” He lets out a satisfied sigh. “That was terrific. You’ve no idea just how badly I need you.”

  Needs me. I wish for the day when he’ll say, ‘Just how badly I love you.” Well, a girl can dream and that’s the most I can do. He can’t stop me from dreaming.

  The door opens again and two ladies rush inside. I immediately remove my hand form inside my skirt, and pretend that I was just tightening it.

  “Hey, Nate. I’m sorry. I can’t do this here. Can you give me some time? I’ll reach home in twenty.”

  “It’s ok. I’m really drunk. I’ll just sleep, Sara.”

  “Wait, sleep where? Where are you?” I ask, worried.

  “In a club. I have a room here. Do me another favor and wake me around seven my time tomorrow? I want to wake up to you. Ok?”

  “Sure, will do,” But before I can add anything else, he cuts the call.

  I stare at myself in the mirror again. This time the earlier happiness is replaced by guilt. In that moment, hearing to Nathan, being lost in my own fantasies, I could somehow forget my morals, but now, everything is crystal clear. Nathan is not going home to his wife who’s probably still waiting for him. He will be sleeping in a room, thinking about fucking me. And who exactly am I to him? Neither of us have an answer to it.

  Chapter 14

  Nathan

  My head throbs. It’s an incessant buzz I can’t get rid of. I snap my eyes open. With the heel of my hand on my forehead, I press it tight to cease the headache, but it doesn’t make a difference. I close my eyes without even checking the time. Sleep. It’s the best cure for such headaches.

  I hear the screeching of my phone. Loud and clear. My ringtone is actually a symphony, but now it’s just noise. I let it ring. I don’t know how much I actually drank yesterday, but my limbs are aching and fatigue is again pulling me under the covers. Few minutes pass in silence and I’m grateful for that. Just when I lapse into a deeper sleep, my phone starts to ring again and this time I pick it up just to shut it form ringing.

  “Hey, Nate.” Her voice alerts all my senses and I sit upright on the bed. “You there? Good morning.”

  “Sara.” My voice comes out groggy and unclear, but my mind is active now and my brain is doing a fine job of replaying yesterday’s memories s
ince the time I met up with Serena serially and in order. The last one ends with me coming in the washroom with Sara’s voice in my ears and her picture in my hand.

  “You had asked me to wake you,” she tells uncertainly. “Hope I didn’t disturb you.”

  “You woke me from my slumber. Thanks for that.” I yawn and check the time on my watch. “Holy shit. It’s seven. I’m always awake by six and by this time, I’ll be in front of my system, going through my mails.”

  She chuckles and that sound lightens the heaviness in my chest. I feel exceptionally good. Not burdened the slightest by the usual office tension or the whole Serena issue. And it’s all because of one woman who never fails to brighten my mood.

  “It’s ok to get up a little late once in a while. The world won’t come to a halt if Nathan Bankers fails to get up by six. As important as you are, the world and in particular our org can function for a day even in your absence.”

  “That’s worse than waking up to a splash of cold water on the face.” I scratch the scruff on my jaw. “That hurts. You so easily stated that THE Nathan Bankers is not as important as he considers himself to be.”

  “Actually you are not,” she corrects me. “Maybe to some people you are, but most will live without you and will actually be happy.”

  “My bruised ego is hurting. Well, may I know which category you come under?” I humor her.

  “Isn’t the answer to it obvious? I ditched a date with a fun, nice guy whom you called ‘unworthy’ to sneak into a restroom just to help you jerk off and I absolutely got nothing in return. If you weren’t that important, I wouldn’t have given you the non-office hours of a day, let alone the time in restroom, where I happened to get rather awkward stares from the others girls. I’m not that nice also.”

  I actually laugh out loud. My hand goes to my stomach, as I bend over laughing. I can’t even imagine her state. She must have been mortified and turned on at the same time. She was equally helpless. Neither could she stop me nor could she help herself.

  “You find it so funny, Nate? You’re clearly laughing at my expense,” she scolds.

  “I was such an ass. I’m sorry. I haven’t been an ass in a really long time. You didn’t deserve that.” My apology is sincere, and yet I can’t help the humor in my tone.

  “Laugh as much as you want. You should be thankful that I’m reminding you of what went between us yesterday. No other woman in my place would show you the same courtesy if all your drunken stupor memories of the previous night had been washed away with the hangover.”

  “Thanks madam, but my brain is working fine and my memories of the night are intact.”

  “So you remember everything? Like every single thing? Our entire conversation?” she asks.

  “I suppose so.” I rub my jaw. My stomach starts to churn. Did I even eat anything for dinner yesterday? I just got wasted. But the night was worth it. “And even without having to see the picture you sent again, I can give a detailed description of you. That image is etched on the walls of my brain.”

  “So is the size, color and length of your erect penis,” she quips.

  Bursts of laughter erupt from my throat. “See, I wasn’t a complete jackass. I gave you something in return though it falls short from what you gave me by a long run.”

  “Thanks, I really appreciate that.” She sounds so sincere. There is no hidden joke to it.

  “Really? What’s so great about it? Enlighten me.” Something is definitely wrong or off with me. I’m actually having fun behaving like a teenager? This is not like me at all, but this personality of mine that Sara has unveiled – I’m sure as hell in love with it.

  “Except the fact that it belongs to the Great Nathan, without who the world can’t function even for an hour?”

  I laugh again. “You won’t be letting go of that so easily, will you?”

  “Not anytime soon. It’s our inside joke. Alright?’

  Sara. Not sure if I want to kiss her more or fuck her. She brings out the beast in me and yet keeps it tamed, controlled and most importantly happy. Thanks to her I have been reduced into a happy beast.

  “Hey Sara, I’ll call you back. I can puke my guts out any minute now.” As embarrassing as it is for me to admit it, it’s the truth. I wouldn’t lie to her about this.

  “How much did you drink yesterday?’ she asks worriedly.

  “Not sure. It’s been years since I touched hard liquor. I don’t function well when I drink too much, so I had decided to always stay in control and stop drinking. That’s making the hangover even worse. I need to rush.”

  “But what made you drink so much in the first place? Is everything ok? What got you so worked up?”

  I knew she cared. But having to witness just how much she cares brings me great delight.

  “It’s not under control yet. The situation was beyond my hands. That’s what made me snap and alcohol helped. But I have to come to terms with it now. Let me see how it goes.”

  “Wow. You can’t get more cryptic than this. Great, Nate.”

  I try to chuckle, but what comes out is a dry-heave. “Have to go, Sara. I’ll explain later.” I cut the call, rushing to the washroom. Overall, it was a splendid morning. Only if Sara were to wake me up daily like this…

  I take out my phone as I eat my eggs. There is just one message from Clay as a reply to my earlier text.

  No problem, dad. I tried calling you yesterday night but it came busy. Figured you would stay the night at the club. Take care. I shall see you in the evening.

  I’m really glad it’s just Clay at home and not Cecilia. She would have actually made a big fuss about me drinking again. I can’t really blame her. And not coming home for the night would have also flicked the needle of her suspicion meter to an alarm reading. Given our current issues, that’s the last thing I need. Clay is very chilled about it. We have a mutual understanding to not question one another much.

  My hands noticeably quiver, itching to see Sara’s picture again, but I force it to open the chat with my wife.

  How are you? I’m worried about you. I tried talking to Serena but it didn’t work out. She has left the choice to you.

  I want to add, tell and explain but not over text wherein she will have the upper hand to not even reply and instead, I will be worried sick thinking about what’s running in her head. Pushing never actually works with her. She has to be left alone and given some time to sort through her feelings. At the same time I should also ensure that she knows I’m thinking about her.

  I don’t get an immediate response from her. I check my mails instead. Half way through, I get distracted and open the chat with Sara.

  Miss you. It was fun waking up to your voice. Thanks, baby.

  As expected, she reads my message and immediately starts typing.

  My pleasure. It was fun talking to you too. It was equally fun yesterday. Drunk Nate is a funny but very emotional guy.

  Really? That’s new. I don’t recollect becoming that emotional. I did tell her that I remembered everything but it wasn’t completely true. I don’t remember our exact conversation but I do know what it led to.

  Sara, drunk or not, is always my favorite

  Her replies are spontaneous.

  You come up with good pickup lines.

  You know very well how to woo a girl.

  I never actually got that certification, but coming from a writer, that compliment should weigh a lot. Before it was easy for me. In fact it was so easy that it was no longer fun, but now everything is different. Firstly, I’m not a young man seeking women for some thrill and fun in life. I’m an adult in my forties, father of two, who’s engrossed in too much work. But Sara is undeterred by all that. She tries to see into my soul, unfazed by how old or rich I am. The others factors are superficial for her. Just numbers. And that’s why she is someone very special for me and I love her all the more for it. It’s something she deserves to know.

  You’re the best. ILU.

  I hit send and pati
ently wait for her reply. This time, surprisingly, she takes her time.

  Really? What does it stand for? Like or Love?

  She has got to be kidding me. Or is she trying to lay a trap?

  Lol. Come on, Sara. I was clearly not going for like. I like you? Please. I say that to people who work for me too. You are on a totally different level.

  I have to wait for a beat for her reply this time.

  Me too. A lot a lot a lot. But you will have to wait for me to confess it.

  She never makes anything easy for me. Not even a simple ‘I love you’? I will get it out of her soon.

  I don’t reply to her, instead, I finish my breakfast, grab my laptop and pack my bag. I need a change of clothes, but work comes first. I will first go to office, be done with my meeting and then go home to change, and in between will squeeze time to talk to Sara as well. Before leaving for office, with a heavy heart, I look at Sara’s pics once again and delete them. It was one of the hardest things I have done in a long while. If I could have my way, I would probably make a gallery and save every single pic of hers, or probably even decorate my room with her portraits. There is something about that woman that drives me crazy. She makes my dick spring into action but also eases my mind at the same time. No matter how much I try, once I start to think of her, there is no stop to my thoughts at all. It keeps revolving around her, until I really focus and get involved in my work.

  As I get into my Mercedes, I get a new message from Cecilia.

  Thanks for trying to talk to her. She told you were civil. But I need more time. I want to go on this vacation with my sister. I already spoke to Isla. She is okay with it. But your decision is still the same, right? You haven’t changed your mind?

  I really prefer having conversations over phone than through messages like this, but Cecilia is very particular about all this. If she doesn’t want to talk then no matter what I say or do, she won’t budge. So I do the only thing that she expects of me – a crisp reply with no explanation or justification.

  No. I don’t want to give our baby to your sister. If you want the baby for us, then we should have a family discussion on it. Isla and Clay should be involved too. Enjoy your vacation Come back soon.