Chapter Twenty-Five #2
“I’m sorry you’re in that spot, like I’m sorry that me being VP gave someone like Buzz Janson a reason write shit about you. That wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t taken this job, and that’s hard for me to live with.”
“We always say that we can’t let other people and their crap touch us if we don’t let it, but sometimes that’s easier said than done.”
“Definitely.” They finished their drinks in silence. “What do you say we push all the crap aside for the next eight hours and focus only on what matters most?”
“I say that sounds like a brilliant idea.”
With his hand on her back, he guided her out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their room. “Here or the loft?” he asked after he closed the door behind them.
“I need a shower and then definitely the loft.”
“Mmm, good answer.”
The low, sexy tone of his voice had her pulling off her clothes and rushing through her shower. Wearing pajama bottoms with his Harvard T-shirt, he waited for her on their bed, flipping through a magazine. He looked up when she emerged from the bathroom wearing only a robe.
“I hate that we have to walk by the agent in the hallway on the way upstairs,” she said.
“I can remedy that.” He went to the door, poked his head out and then signaled for her to come with him.
In the unmanned hallway, they stopped to say a quick good-night to Scotty and then went upstairs to their hideaway on the third floor that Nick had tricked out to resemble the place in Bora Bora where they’d spent their honeymoon and first anniversary.
He closed the door and lit the beach-scented candles that took Sam right back to the blissful time away.
“What did you say to the agent in the hallway?”
“I asked him to go downstairs for fifteen minutes.”
“That’s all it takes to get rid of them? I’ll have to remember that in the future.”
“They won’t do it for you. Only me.”
“Okay, Mr. Power Trip.” While he laughed and turned on the music, she tugged on the belt to her robe.
“Allow me,” he said, taking over for her. He opened the robe slowly, letting his gaze wander from her face to her breasts and below. “There’s my gorgeous wife.”
Sam reached for the hem of his T-shirt and drew it up and over his head. “And there’s my favorite boy chest.”
“Let’s talk about how you think Avery Hill is sexy.”
Sam playfully twisted his nipples, making him gasp. “Let’s not.”
“No, I think we should. You’ve never told me before that you think he’s sexy.”
The playful tone in his voice was the only reason Sam didn’t punch his lights out.
Rather than resort to violence, she tugged his pajama pants down, waited until he kicked them off and then pushed him back until his legs hit the futon, forcing him to sit.
She shimmied out of her robe before dropping to her knees in front of him.
“What’s going on?” he asked, watching her with eyes gone hot with desire.
“I’m changing the subject.”
“What shall we talk about now?”
“How about no talk and lots of action?”
“Depends on what kind of action—”
Sam bent over his hard cock and took him into her mouth, not stopping until he nudged up against her throat. She swallowed, making him gasp.
“—we’re talking about.”
With her hand flat on his chest, she gave a gentle shove, telling him to lie back and relax while she had her way with him. The second he was settled, she went to town, licking, sucking, stroking and teasing him until she was sure he wouldn’t be able to remember his own name, let alone Avery’s.
She loved times like this when they could focus entirely on their relationship while all the bullshit around them faded away like so much noise.
Here it was only him and her and the love they had for each other.
And dear God, she loved him, even when he was trying to provoke her with comments about Avery.
As payback for bringing Avery into their bedroom, she added a light grazing of teeth to her repertoire.
“Ah, fuck, Samantha…”
She did it again.
He buried his hands in her hair, grasping it tight enough to hurt, but the slight bite of pain only added to the pleasure. “Baby…wait. I—”
Cupping his balls, she gave a squeeze and swallowed around the head of his cock. The hand he placed over his mouth kept the whole house from hearing him come.
Sam swallowed every drop and then licked him clean as his chest heaved.
“Fucking hell,” he said, still gasping for air. “What brought that on?”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Just a reminder of who I find sexy.”
“I’ll have to mention him more often if that’s what happens when I do.”
Sam poked his belly, making him startle and then laugh. “Don’t you dare.”
He held out his arms to her. “Come up here.”
She crawled onto the bed and came down on top of him.
“That was amazing,” he said when they were face-to-face. “You are amazing. Best wife I ever had.”
“I bet you say that to all your wives.”
“Nope. Only you.” He wrapped his arms around her.
Sam nuzzled into the curve of his neck, breathing him in. “Is that it? Are we done?”
“You gotta give me a few minutes to recover from what you did. I’m not as young as I used to be, you know.”
She snorted with laughter. He was every bit as young and virile and unstoppable as he’d ever been. “I’m getting kind of bored waiting on you.”
He moved so quickly she never saw it coming before she was flipped onto her back with her handsome, sexy, extremely virile husband staring down at her. “Bored?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. “Is that what I heard you say?”
“Of course not. I said ‘snored.’ Don’t be ridiculous.”
“You’re telling me not to be ridiculous when you’re throwing the word bored around?”
The indignant expression on his face made her laugh, and once she started, she couldn’t stop.
“You’re great for my ego, Samantha. You’re naked in my arms and laughing your ass off.”
“Laughing beats crying.”
“Yeah, it certainly does.”
She reached for him and drew him down to her, sighing when his lips met hers. As he kissed her, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips, opening her body to his reawakened erection. He slid into her while continuing to kiss her.
Sam ran her fingers through his hair and then down his back, digging into the dense flesh of his muscles as he pressed deep inside her.
Thank God for this, she thought. Thank God for him.
She’d be a certifiable lunatic without him to come home to, without him to keep her grounded and sane.
He made everything worth it. The crazy shit they had to deal with melted away when they were together this way.
She loved it so much she never wanted it to end. Breaking the kiss, she said, “Go slow. Make it last.”
He smiled down at her. “I can go all night now that you took the edge off.”
“All night?”
“Uh-huh.” Bending his head, he kissed from her ear to her collarbone and then down between her breasts while keeping up a slow, sensual slide of his cock into her body. “Good?”
“So good. The best thing ever.”
“There’s nothing in this world that’s better than this.” Nick reached beneath her, his hands cupping her ass to hold her open so he could go deeper and make her come so hard she saw stars.
“Damn,” she whispered when she came down from the incredible high to discover he was nowhere near finished with her.
“Hold on to me,” he said gruffly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he moved them so they were facing each other, his cock still buried deep, her leg over his hip, his hand on her ass keeping her pressed against him.
“Talk to me,” he said. “Tell me how it feels.”
“So good, so tight and hot.”
“Mmm, give me more.” The rumble of his voice so close to her ear set off a riot of sensation, making the bundle of nerves between her legs throb with renewed desire.
“I love how you get bigger inside me.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah,” she said, breathlessly. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop. No matter what, I’ll always want to be right here more than I want to be anywhere else.”
She held on tight to him, riding the waves of pleasure to another explosive finish. Every time they made love, she held out hope that maybe this time they’d conceive. But if they never did, she could live with that disappointment as long as she had Nick and Scotty to love.