With the cat fed and watered, Sakura had nothing left to do besides sit in front of her computer and stare vacantly at the open, yet blank, document for her next chapter of her story. The events of the day kept replaying in her head without giving any help as to what she should make into the next chapter. She had been to his home, freaking spent the day with him and nothing was coming to mind. The man was sex walking and yet she was struggling to write anything. One tiny part of her mind told Sakura that she was blocking herself because she wanted to keep some of what they did private.

Then an idea struck. So what if her readers knew a little about what had gone on throughout the day? It wasn't like she was going to write everything word for word. They read the story for the smut. That's why they came to the website it was posted on.

Settling back in her chair and putting her fingers to the keys, Sakura let her mind once again go over the events of the day. "Make yourself at home. I suppose you'll be spending a lot of time here, might as well give you a tour and show you around." Sasuke had said that to her when she'd made it to his house. His words had put in her mind in the gutter for only a moment before she gain her composure and respond. Now all Sakura needed to do was turn those simple words into the beginning of her new chapter.

Tapping her finger against her chin in thought, Sakura stared at the screen in thought. Somehow it needed to be more... sexual. Sasuke's gruff voice should be whispered in her ear the moment he closes the door behind her and it should cause her to moan and lean her body back against his in a hungry manner.

Shaking her head to get rid of her blush, Sakura cursed herself. Now she wanted that scene to have actually happened. If they were actually dating then- no! Sakura shook her head once again and firmly placed her fingers above the keys to start her chapter. There was no use thinking like that. They had a strict work relationship. Nothing beyond that. Sakura wouldn't allow herself to become one of the many girls that Sasuke disliked.

Nervous for reasons unknown to the secretary, she approached her boss's door. The hot man himself had brought her here after they'd done some work together that wasn't within the office. The car ride had been torture. Being so close but not touching one another although the air was thick with the hint of sexual tension. Her fingers were tingling with the need to touch him. Anywhere, although there was one spot that she knew would illicit the response she wanted from the beautiful man.

Uchiha-sama led the way up to his large front door with his secretary following close behind. After opening the door, he stepped aside to allow the girl to enter first. The door closed behind them but before she could move a step further, her boss's chest pressed into her back and his arms snaked around her waist. Hot breath fanned around her ear as his lips came close to her skin. "Make yourself more comfortable, we'll be spending a lot of alone time here together."

The words were slightly promiscuous while still being innocent. All the same, the secretary let out a soft moan as she pressed back against him. The small shift he made had the girl all too aware of what her boss was implying by his usage of 'alone time'. She could feel the erection pressed against her firm butt.

With her help, they got rid of his problem. All over the entryway, on the front stairs, against the wall of the living room, on the couch, against his front windows, on the kitchen counters and finally in his overly large bed.

Panting hard, the secretary said the only thing that was in her post orgasmic mind. "Why do have such a large bed when it is only you here?"

Sakura giggled at that line. She'd been thinking that while on the tour of Sasuke's house. Once he'd opened the doors to his room, she'd felt awkward for only a moment before her mind moved on to wonder about the giant bed and couch. At least this way she could address it.

Besides the obvious fact that his house was huge and nice and lush and amazing, the only other thing that had caught her attention was the study. Sakura couldn't wait to get to work in there while spending time at his house. The desk was giant and just what she'd love to sit at while she wrote, rather than on her couch or at her kitchen table where she was currently sitting. Though, more than one dirty thought had crossed her mind while she'd been in that study with Sasuke. That desk was large enough for them to both work at, or on...

Shaking those thoughts from her mind once again, Sakura got back to her story.

The smirk that crossed those perfect lips sent shivers down her already exhausted spine. "It's large so that I can put all the space to good use. Would you mind helping me with that? I could make it part of your daily chores."

A small smile formed on her lips as the secretary stretched in a way she knew would make her boss appreciate her body. "I wouldn't like to think of it as a chore."

Still smirking, Uchiha-sama crossed the distance between him and his lover to place soft kisses on her shoulder to her neck. "Then it won't be."

Shuddering once more-

Sakura stopped typing, remembering the conversation they'd had about his sister. The girl had been crazy to think that Sasuke would ever love her back in that way, especially since they were brother and sister. The story that she wrote would be Sakura's way of relieving her tension so that she wouldn't be just another freaky chick. If only the man wasn't so freaking hot that it was almost impossible for Sakura to hold herself back from jumping him. Maybe she'd pin him to his overly large desk in that beautiful study of his.

Once again distraught with her own thoughts, Sakura pushed her chair back to get a drink. The movements were supposed to distract her from her thoughts but that didn't help at all. She was only reminded of watching him drink water while standing in his kitchen. Everyday tasks turned pornographic when Sasuke was the one carrying them out. Sakura knew that she'd never be able to look at another bottle of water the same way again. Stupid muscular body and conspiring water droplet almost made her jump him right after swearing to herself that she wouldn't.

The urge to throw her glass into her sink due to frustration was strong, but Sakura held herself back with the thought that she'd be the only one there to clean up all the shards that would scattered into the furthest cracks of her cabinets. The mess wasn't worth the satisfaction that breaking the glass would bring.

Trying to distract herself once again, Sakura leaned back against her counter to move away from the sink. Unfortunately her mind connected it to the way she'd seen Sasuke lean against his counter. Her kitchen was no longer a safe place to be. She could forget about eating considering they'd gone to some fancy restaurant after leaving his house and watching him eat was worse than watching him take a drink of water. Curse those forks and spoons. Earlier that night was the first time Sakura had ever been jealous of silverware.

Though she was embarrassed to think such thoughts now, in the heat of the moment, while watching Sasuke slide that damn spoon in his mouth and with just the knowledge that his tongue was working to clean it off, Sakura had felt hatred towards the damn object. She could curse herself now all she wanted, but the heat of watching him eat was still there. There was no escaping it. With the claim that she wasn't very hungry, Sakura had managed to convince Sasuke, at least partly, as to why she wasn't eating much. What was she supposed to say? Sorry boss, your eating habits are so hot that I can't seem to make my body function. Sakura was more than certain that if she had moved more than the few bites she'd taken of whatever it was that she'd randomly ordered, her body would have taken over and she would've leapt over the small table separating them.

Her face flushed as she recalled the small amount of leg room that they had had to share. There was more than one occasion where his foot had brushed against hers or her leg. The man shifted a lot. Though Sakura was sure that she would have been just as fidgety considering all the people that were checking him out. The waitress wasn't the only one that stared for too long. Other women, not to mention a couple of men, had hearts in their eyes as they stared at her dinner partner.

Sakura wouldn't call it a date. Not even just in her mind. That was too dangerous. Just thinking about the time they spent together as a date could lead to her mind thinking that he hadn't just been shifting around when his foot had touched her all the times that it had. There was no way that he'd been attempting to play footsie and there was also no way that Sakura would ever call dinner with her boss, hot as he was, a date.

Her distractions weren't working. Obviously Sakura needed to do something else. Writing the sex scene that she'd been planning for the couple in her story on his bed was definitely not going to help her current state of mind. Where was that damn cat when she needed him for his companionship?

With a couple of deep breaths, Sakura calmed herself down. It wasn't Phantom's fault that she emitted some kind of warning that told animals to stay far away from her. To her surprise, Phantom was actually sticking around, whereas the others had ran at their first chance. Sakura decided that in order to keep the relationship she had with her cat; she couldn't force him into anything. Thoughts of hunting him down to squeeze the life out of him were submerged in her mind.

With no other option, Sakura sat herself back down in front of her laptop. Skimming over the last few lines she'd written to pick up the flow of the story once more, she fixed mistakes before placing her fingers back to her keyboard.

Shuddering once more, the dutiful secretary allowed her boss to push her forwards until she was on her hands and knees. Everything was exposed to the man that had already seen it all, despite that fact, she still held a light blush on her cheeks. His hands moved across her back before he gripped her hips and brought her roughly against him in a way that made her feel how he was still unsatisfied. He lean over her to place kisses on her bare shoulders before slipped his length deep inside her waiting heat. They shared a moan as he stopped his movements to just feel her around him.

"Pl-please Uchiha-sama, move!"

She was dying for the promised pleasure that she knew he would give her. Just the feel of him inside of her had her hot, but there was so much more that he could make her feel and the secretary was feeling greedy at the moment.

"Be patient or I'll have to punish you."

She moaned at the thought of what he could do to punish her. Out of instinct, she rolled her hips, making him move within her though he hadn't done anything himself.

"That was naughty. I guess you really do want to be punished."

Slower than she ever thought possible, her boss began to move. There was no way that his movements weren't also making him frustrated. He was so deep within her when he pushed in but it wasn't hard enough nor far enough to hit that place that she knew he could find on his first thrust if he wanted it. Rolling her hips again wasn't an option due to the grip he had on her. The secretary was forced to stay in the position she was in until he deemed otherwise.

"Please sir, I'm sorry for disobeying. Please!"

Her pleads fell on deaf ears for a few more moments until not even Uchiha-sama could bear it any longer. Without warning he thrust in hard and deep, causing them both to let out noises of pleasure. Hers was closer to a soft scream whereas he chose the manly groan to express his approval. The pace he set after that thrust was hard and fast. The secretary tried her hardest to maintain her position but all too soon her arms gave out after turning to jelly. She collapsed on the bed, giving her boss a new angle at which to pound into her.

Keeping her hips still, Uchiha-sama lifted himself a little higher to perfect the new angle before listening to his partner call out his name in pleasure. He knew that he was hitting all the right spots to make her come faster and harder than a normal round of sex would. He wanted her to unravel in his arms, on his bed. He wanted everything, her body, her mind, her voice and her heart.

Sakura sat somewhat satisfied at her laptop. There was something nagging her about her story in the back of her mind so she reread through the somewhat short chapter to see if she could find any major mistakes that would irk her. Only the last sentence caught her attention. She'd put in that he wanted his secretary's heart too. Was this just wishful thinking on Sakura's part? Did she want Sasuke to want all those things from her? Would she give them to him if he asked? Having sex with a man made out of nothing but sexiness was one thing but giving her heart to him was another.

After much debating, walking away only to come right back and stare at the sentence, Sakura decided that it was in her best interest to change the sentence. Just in the off chance that Sasuke ever saw the story. She didn't want him to think that she was coming onto him in that way even if it was only on the internet and in her mind. Actions spoke louder than words, but words lasted longer when written down than a person's memories about said actions. Sasuke could see this story years from now and demand to know what the hell she'd been thinking. By that time, Sakura wouldn't have any chance of defending herself.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she acknowledged that the best way to avoid all conflict would be to delete the story, but she had so many readers that she knew she couldn't do that. They'd be more than disappointed and one of them, the obvious ones that knew who she and Sasuke were, could tell him all about it just out of pure dislike for her taking it down. Sakura's hands were tired. She had to keep writing, but she could be careful of what she wrote.

Hitting the backspace, she fixed the line so that heart was left out. Satisfied, she clicked post before saving her work and shutting her laptop. Maybe some sleep was what she really needed to recharge her battery and get ready for another day of holding herself back from committing rape.