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moaned. “Quit playing around already.” As Tariq continued to lick and nibble along her slit, her clit popped out as it began to throb in time to the sensations inside her. “Tariq,” she moaned again. “Please.”
     
    She faintly heard the sound of a zipper as Tariq stood up. Sliding his hands around her hips, he gave one last kiss on her stomach before he scooped her up into a sitting position and pulled her to the edge of the table. Sliding her legs around his waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing her deeply, he impaled himself upon her as he pulled her hard against him. She was so tight, he felt as if his cock was encased in velvet. Finding an easy rhythm, he began to thrust slowly in and out. Soon Sara was matching each thrust with one of her own encouraging him to go deeper. Moaning into his mouth, Tariq groaned as he held her tighter, thrusting harder. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled her neck as she moaned his name. He was growing to like the way she said it.
     
    As his orgasm grew close, he reached between them to find her clit. It was so hard. Rubbing it with his thumb, he began to push against it as he felt her clench against him. As he pinched her clit, Sara cried out as she arched against him. Two more quick thrusts and he was coming inside her. He held her against him as her orgasm milked him dry. As they separated, Sara regarded him with sleepy eyes. Unsure what to do next.
     
    As Tariq backed up, he pulled up his pants. “You should get home. It’s late.” As he reached for his shirt, he couldn’t resist adding, “And don’t forget what I said about shaving your pubic hair. It isn’t appropriate…” As he turned back around, Sara was already gone. When he looked down at the table, he saw blood. Realizing that Sara was a virgin, he swore under his breath and went to go find her, but she had already left the building.
     
    As Sara ran from the room, she hastily put her top and skirt on. When she reached her office, she grabbed her bag and threw the rest of her clothes in there before turning out the light and rushing for the exit. Even after all of that, he found reason to criticise her. He could be such a jerk Sara fumed to herself. Well, she’d show him. She could be as callous as he could and she would simply pretend that he didn’t exist. Except for when they had to work together. Sara, you are an idiot, she scolded herself.

Chapter 9
     
    Sara asked Fiddah many questions about the Centre for Girls and Young Women on their way there. She really liked what the centre was about and was impressed with Fiddah for starting it. Sara had taken part in charity events and fundraising at home, but this was the first time she got to meet some of the recipients. Fiddah was enjoying Sara's company. Much like Amir, she thought Sara was adorable and full of energy. She made her laugh and she liked that she spoke her mind. It was refreshing.
     
    The driver opened the door for them when they arrived. There were some girls playing outside. As soon as they saw Fiddah, they ran up to hug her. Fiddah was also happy to see them as she called each girl by name. Sara was amazed at how happy they were to see her. Even the older girls, when they found out that she was there came out to greet her. Sara could not help but wonder if Tariq was adopted. He was nothing like Amir or their grandmother. Fiddah introduced the girls to Sara who greeted them with a big smile on her face. Fiddah knew Sara would be a good fit. She was very sweet; charity work would suit her fine.
     
    Sara and Fiddah spent the day at the centre. Fiddah liked to come from time to time to check on the girls’ progress and find out if they needed anything. She watched Sara easily bond with the girls and the girls liked her instantly.
     
    “You're good with them,” Fiddah said to Sara.
     
    “I've always wanted a sister,” Sara replied and sat down with Fiddah who was feeding a three-year-old.
     
    “Do you have