Chapter One Welcome to the Jungle ~August~ #2
He heads for the door. “I’ll add it to the growing stack of IOUs.” He looks back before opening the door. “Consider it done.”
Samantha
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you can’t go in there without an appointment.” The buxom blond darts around her desk to stop my progress to Joseph’s office.
“I don’t need an appointment.” I try to walk around her, but she throws her arm out to stop me. I suppose I should have called first to let him know I was coming, but that would have ruined the whole idea of me surprising him.
I never had this kind of trouble with Mary. Sighing, I take a step back and don my friendliest smile. “I’m sorry. Let’s start again.” I stick out my hand. “You must be Joseph’s new assistant. I’m Sam Cavanagh, Joseph’s fiancée.”
She wrinkles her nose, looking at my hand as if it’s covered in something truly nasty. Seriously? I arch a brow, waiting expectantly.
She doesn’t take my hand. Though, she does manage a stiff smile.
“Miss Cavanagh, while I can appreciate you feel you have the right to barge in on Mr. McIntyre without an appointment”—she grabs my arm and begins to turn me away from the executive offices—“you will have to make an appointment like everyone else.”
Oh no, I don’t think so. I slip out of her hold, pivoting around her.
“Why don’t we ask Mr. McIntyre how he feels about me barging in.
” The snottiness in my voice is undeniable.
She’s a piece of work. I hope she doesn’t treat clients with the same condescending attitude.
I barrel through Joseph’s closed door, only stopping once I’m well inside and away from Miss Attitude.
“You can’t—”
“Samantha?” Joseph stands, ignoring his assistant’s protest. His eyes meet mine, and my insides clench at the sight of him in his black body-defining designer suit, looking ever the part of a corporate bigwig. It never gets old.
Oh my. My heartbeat goes into overdrive, and I strain to stop myself from fanning my face as heat creeps up my cheeks.
“Gentlemen, can you excuse us?” He escorts the men he was meeting with to the door, grabbing my hand as he passes, pulling me along.
After the men exit, he tucks me to his side and faces his assistant.
“Lydia, cancel my afternoon.” He releases me, and then he leans back through the door.
“Oh, and Lydia, my wife takes precedence over all else. Don’t try to stop her from entering my office again.
” He closes and locks the door without acknowledging her stammering reply.
“How’d you know?” My anger diminishes with his prompt admonishment of his assistant and claiming me as his priority.
He chuckles. “You walked in ready to decimate anyone standing in your way. I simply assumed you didn’t arrive that way, but had a run-in with my new assistant.” He steps closer. “Now, what brings you here?” He touches my cheek, studying my face. “You’ve got that look.”
I lean into his touch. “What look?”
“That look that says you need me to show you how much I love you.” He steps closer, his body pressing against mine.
I look away, feeling a bit foolish. “I know you love me,” I softly reply.
His emerald eyes shine with understanding. His arms wrap around me as he nuzzles the side of my face, running his mouth along the curve of my ear.
He always knows.
I relax into him with a deep sigh. “I need you.”
I squeal in delight as he sweeps me into his arms and heads to his adjoining bathroom. “I need you too, Sweetness.”
Samantha
I think I could stay right here, in the arms of the man I love, for the rest of my life and be perfectly content.
Forget sleep, food, school, or a career.
This man is all I truly need. I burrow deeper into his chest. We haven’t moved or spoken since he carried me from the bathroom to recover on the couch, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
He traces circles up and down my back, lulling me further into the calm sanctuary of our post-sex haze.
My eyes flutter closed, though I try to resist, to remain present and mostly conscious.
His lips skim my forehead as a sound of pure satisfaction rumbles through his chest. A purr, nearly.
I press in further to keep from laughing.
He truly is such an animal at times, usually when he’s extremely turned on or extremely relaxed.
Both states he managed to hit in the mere thirty minutes since my arrival.
Heaven.
Home.
“Tell me. What got you out of sorts? Why’d you need the caveman?” His deep timbre makes my lady bits ache for him all over again.
“I came to surprise you with news, but the run-in with your assistant threw me off my game.” I pull back enough to see his eyes. “I made a decision…that…well, I now realize maybe I shouldn’t have made without you.”
He kisses my nose. “Sweetness, I’m sure whatever decision you made, I’ll be happy with, especially if it makes you happy.”
I frown and sit up. “But you don’t even know what it is. It’s a really big decision. I shouldn’t have made it without you.”
His brow furrows. “Are you wanting me to be upset with you?”
“I…” Huh, do I? “No. I wanted it to be a surprise. You’d never ask it of me, but it’s something I wanted to do. For us.”
He sits up fully, his front to my side with his legs around me. “Now you’ve got me really curious.”
I wait, wondering if he’ll guess. Save me the drama of having to tell him.
He runs his finger down my nape and through my cleavage, which is fully exposed in his dress shirt I confiscated off the bathroom floor before he picked me up and settled us on the couch. “Tell me, Sweets. Don’t make me play twenty questions.” He cups my breast, running his thumb over my nipple.
I bite my lip to suppress a moan. “You’re gonna have to stop that if you want me to talk.”
“Hmm.” He pulls me onto his lap as he leans back, his eyes caressing my exposed breasts, watching his fingers tease my hardening tips. “Maybe you could make it quick?”
Quick? Does he mean sex or my secret? “Oh!” His hips thrust, pushing his erection against my bare ass. I grab onto his shoulders as he swings my legs so I’m straddling his cock, pressing intimately against me.
He nibbles across my chest as he lowers his shirt from my shoulders. My hips sway, moving on their own, needing the friction. “Tell me, Samantha,” he groans before his mouth consumes one lucky nipple, sucking it deeply.
“Joseph.” I latch on to his hair. Jesus, I love it when he sucks my breasts as if he’s starved for me. I reach between us, lifting up, and lower myself onto his hard shaft, groaning over every delicious inch.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He thrusts, burying himself deep, then holds my hips securely, ensuring I can’t move. His eyes meet mine. “Tell me, before neither of us can speak with anything other than our bodies.”
I arch back and contract around his cock, needing him to move, to take me, to make love to me.
His hand wraps around the back of my head, sinking into my hair, and he pins me with his gaze.
He means business. My caveman has come out to play.
I contract around him again. I love Joseph gentle, and I love him hard, but I think I love my protective caveman most of all.
The one who needs to see me safe, happy, and, most of all, thoroughly fucked.
“I…I’m not going back to Austin.” I close my eyes, afraid of his reaction.
I’m met with silence, and when his hold on me softens, I open my eyes.
My heart flips when I see such adoration in his eyes, though I also see a mix of concern.
I cup his face. “I can’t imagine a day, a night, without you.
I tried to be brave. I did, I swear. I just can’t leave this weekend and move back to Austin without you. ”
His hand drops from my neck and settles on my hip, mirroring his other hand’s hold. His fingers knead at my flesh, making my hips jerk with want.
“More,” he manages to rasp.
I’m not sure if he means my hips or more of my secret. So, I give him both. Leaning forward, placing my forehead against his and my hands braced on his shoulders, I start to move, slowly, with my words. “I transferred to SMU.”
He cups my ass, helping me, guiding me as he begins to thrust into me. “Oh!” God. “I start in two weeks.”
His lips find my breasts. “Tell me why, again.” He bites my nipple and then sucks the sting away.
“Oh, yeesss.” I wrap my arms around his head, pinning him to me. I move faster, urgently. “Because I know what it’s like to live without you, and what it’s like to live with you. And I don’t ever want to be without you again.”
“Fuck.” He groans, encapsulating me, his arms and hands pressing me closer, controlling our thrusts, meeting our need to be one.
“Look at me, baby.” He tips my head, and our eyes lock.
“You. Make. Me. So. Damn. Happy.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. He sucks on my bottom lip and kisses me tenderly despite our urgency.
My body begins to tingle and reach for that pinnacle I’ve only ever known with him.
“Now, come for me, Sweetness. I’m gonna come so fucking hard for you.”
His words send me spiraling. “I’m…”
“Ah, fuck. Yes, you are.” He looks at me. “That’s right, squeeze me, baby. Make me come.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My vision blurs as I shatter around him, gripping and holding on as he continues to pump into me.
“So fucking hard!” he moans as he pulses and comes deep inside me. “Christ!”
I cry out again as he sucks on my nipple, driving me into a second orgasm.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he rasps before latching back on.
Once our bodies still, we collapse onto the couch, panting, him still buried inside me. “Never pulling out,” he mumbles.
I sigh into his neck. “It might be hard to get any work done like this.”
“I think hard is the relevant word in that sentence.” He emphasizes his point by thrusting into me and growling. “Still hard for you, Sweetness.”