Chapter Six Never Be The Same #2
“Relax. I never said you can’t have a little fun,” I respond to Teddy. With a nod and a smile, I move to my girl. “You’re early.”
She slides to my side as my arm wraps around her waist. “A little. My last class ended early. My professor had to be somewhere, and his TA didn’t show up.” She shrugs. “Lucky for me.”
I kiss her temple. “No, lucky for me.” Her smile widens, and I feel it in my cock.
“Actually, it’s lucky for me. I need your help on that spreadsheet I mentioned. I’m hoping you’ll have time to look at it.” Teddy brings us back to reality.
Samantha gives me a quick wink before turning her attention to him. “Of course. Does he have a few minutes before I get started?”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I grumble.
“Hush. Let Teddy do his job, which is to handle you and keep you on track. I don’t want to mess that up.”
I shake my head and walk to my office, knowing I have seventeen minutes before I need to leave for my next meeting.
“He has seventeen minutes,” Teddy confirms.
“Great. I’ll be right back.” She enters my office and closes the door.
I’m leaning on my desk, my arms crossed. “You could have asked me how much time I had.”
Her smile softens as she sashays toward me in black jeans, boots, and a sweater. My girl loves her black. “Don’t pout. You only have a few minutes.” She throws her arms around my neck, forcing me to uncross my arms. “Wouldn’t you rather spend that time kissing me hello?”
I grip her waist, brushing her lips with mine. “For the record, I don’t need anyone ‘handling’ me, except for you.”
“Duly noted.” Her eyes crinkle with mirth.
Enough teasing. I need these few precious moments with my girl. I kiss her slowly and tenderly, savoring her taste, the feel of her in my arms, and her sweet sighs.
With a heavy sigh of my own, I pull back, resting my forehead against hers. “Tell me you’ll go home after helping Teddy and get all your homework done. I’m going to need a bit of your time when I’m there.”
She smiles. “Only a bit?”
“Okay, hours. I’m going to need hours of your time.” I slip my hand between her jean-clad thighs. “Fuck, I can feel your heat.” She grips me tighter as my hand slides back and forth. “I’m going to need hours loving you, Sweets.”
Her head falls against my chest. Her breathing increases, and I have visions of her nipples hardening in anticipation of my touch.
“Ah, fuck, baby, I can’t wait.”
“Wha…” her response is lost in the sound of me undoing her jeans.
I slip my hand inside, cursing the tight fit of her sexy-as-fuck jeans, but manage to slip two fingers inside her.
“Oh god,” she moans.
“Look at me.” I grip the back of her neck. Her face rises to meet mine with eyes shining with need. “There’s my girl.” I pump my fingers in and out, my palm rubbing her clit. “Do you hear that?” I breathe against her lips and then move to her ear. “Your wet pussy pulling my fingers back in.”
She moans, her breath licking at my ear.
“You make me so hard, baby. I want to sink into you and feel you squeeze my cock like that, sucking me back in over and over again.”
“Joseph.” She trembles and tightens her hold on me.
“I want to feel you come all over my fingers.” I pump faster, my breath quickening, my heart pounding.
If she touches my cock, I’ll come like a teenager in my pants.
“When I get home, I’m going to take you against the wall, bent over the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the floor, pressed against the penthouse windows.
Wherever I find you, that’s where I’m taking you, Sweets.
” She shudders and clenches. “I want to give this to you, but you make me so fucking hot, I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here.”
“Yes!” rips from her lips as she comes undone.
I wrap my arm around her, holding her up. “My girl, how I love to see you fall apart for me.”
My desk phone intercom beeps. “You have ten more minutes. Your father’s meeting is running late.” Teddy’s voice sends a reprieve.
Thank fuck, we have more time.
Before I can respond or stop Samantha, she’s on her knees, unleashing my cock. “Baby.” I try to tell her that’s not necessary. I need the ten minutes to calm the fuck down.
“You’re so hard.” She looks up at me, all eyes and innocence, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.
And fuck if I don’t want her mouth on me more than my next breath.
“Make it hard and fast, Sweetness.” I touch her cheek.
“I won’t last long.” With a sweet smile that belies the act she is getting ready to perform, she licks the cum off the tip.
“Ah, fuck.” When her mouth consumes me, I lean against my desk, gripping its edges, and let my head fall back. “Fuck, yes, like that.”
She takes me deep, so fucking deep. Her hand pumps my shaft as her tongue flicks over the underside before she sucks me back in, over and over.
I look down, my hips thrusting, her head bobbing, her hand pumping. It’s all too much, and yet it’s not nearly enough. “Stop.”
I lift her off the floor and swivel, pressing her to the wall, her back to me. “Hands on the wall.” I push her jeans and panties to her ankles. I spread my legs and bend my knees, position my cock. “Hold on.”
“Yes.” She gasps as I fill her up.
Her wet heat swallows me, squeezing me like I knew she would, like she does every time. “Fuck, Samantha, my love. This is gonna be fast and hard. Are you okay with that?”
A tremor runs through her body. “God, yes.”
Thank fuck.
I grip her hips and thrust. The feral groan that escapes my mouth is sure to be heard down the hall, but at this moment, I can’t give a fuck.
My girl calls my name, and I do it again and again, pounding into her, relishing the sound of our bodies joining.
Mating. Doing what we were meant to do, becoming one.
The perfect design of yin and yang. My cock to her pussy.
Pounding.
Pounding.
Pounding.
She tightens and grips, squeezing and milking me as she comes, sending me over the edge with her.
I groan as I pump into her, leaving my mark, my soul, the very essence of who I am. All for her.
With a quick kiss, I leave Samantha recovering on my couch, locking the door behind me. I send Teddy on an errand to give her more time. I catch up to Fin and Matt on my way, which is no great feat considering we work in the same wing.
“Did I hear you’re flying to Austin tonight?” Matt asks Fin as we wait outside of Dad’s office.
I perk up at that notion. “Austin?”
“And where did you hear that?” Fin deflects. He glances at me and does a double take, his eyes squinting, giving me a once-over.
Shit. Can he tell I just had sex? I fight the urge to squirm under his scrutiny.
“From Monica,” Matt affirms.
Fin frowns but looks away. I silently sigh in relief. Have to stop having sex in the office.
“And who did Monica hear that from?” Fin glances at his phone before looking at Matt.
“From Angela.” Matt smirks at me with a wink. He’s messing with Fin, like I would if I had heard that news first.
“Hmm. I would think our PAs have more important things to do than gossip about my travel plans.”
“So you’re not denying it?” Matt pushes.
“No.”
“Would your visit have anything to do with a slight brunette who’s been spotted visiting MCI before returning to Austin a few weeks ago?” I can’t resist pushing him a little. Though, I can’t push him too hard, or he might call me on my shit I’m quite sure he’s aware of—or suspects.
Fin’s eyes widen momentarily before he regains his composure. “I’m not sure who you’re referring to.” He scowls at me again for good measure as censure for conspiring with Matt.
Deny. Deny. Deny. He’s not ready to talk about it.
That’s obvious. With a shrug and a quick glance to Matt, I change the subject, focusing on the topic at hand—second quarter earnings and third quarter projections.
This is in Fin’s wheelhouse and a much safer topic by the way he jumps right in and visibly relaxes into the discussion.
We’re an hour into our two-hour earnings meeting when I get a text from Samantha.
Samantha: Can you let me know when you’re out of your meeting?
Me: Anything wrong? I can step out.
Three dots bounce on the screen, disappear, start again, then disappear again. Either she’s distracted or she’s contemplating her answer, which means it’s something. Finally, she responds.
Samantha: No, don’t do that.
She didn’t say there wasn’t anything wrong—which means there is.
Me: Where are you?
Samantha: Finish your meeting. I’ll be home when you get there. It’s not urgent.
I can barely concentrate the rest of the meeting. Fin keeps eyeing me, which brings me back to the here and now. The moment the meeting is over, I head to my office, picking up my laptop and a few reports before advising Teddy I’ll finish up at home.
“Goodnight, Joe. Enjoy your evening.” His smile is bigger than it should be, making me think he knows what happened earlier in my office. Well, he’ll have to get used to it. I’m sure it won’t be the last time, despite my best intentions.
Samantha is coming out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her body, head down, when I enter the bedroom.
Her wet hair is clipped up high. Drops of water cascade down her shower-warmed skin.
She’s beautiful, all undone, not a stitch of makeup, only her angelic face, tender curves, as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside. My Sweets.
She stops cold when she sees me, eyes and lips puffy. She’s been crying.
“What’s wrong?” My instincts were right, I should have come home the moment she told me not to. Dammit!
Her eyes dart to my dresser. “That came today. Addressed to me.” Her voice shakes with emotion, ripping at my heart.
I step closer, pulling her to my side as I reach for the piece of paper sitting on top of the dresser.
He’s mine. You’ll never make him happy.
Leave now and I’ll play nice.
Stay and you’ll wish you’d taken my advice.
Sincerely,
The ONE Joseph really loves