Chapter Five Add to My Abundance
Add to My Abundance
Samantha
THE FIRST WEEK AS JOSEPH’S PA is behind me.
I managed a little wedding planning with Joseph’s mom, Fiona.
We finalized everything for the rehearsal dinner, wedding ceremony, and only a few things remain in flux for the reception.
Joseph is handling the honeymoon. It’s coming together more quickly than I thought and more easily than anticipated, but I know that’s because of Fiona and Jackie, our wedding planner.
As for my replacement as PA, thank God, we narrowed down the prospects, interviewed potentials, and…
WOOHOO...he picked one. I tried not to give my opinion when it came down to the final two.
Joseph is the one who has to live with the decision, not me.
I had influence over the applicants, but I didn’t want the burden of the final choice.
Thankfully, though, he picked the one I wanted.
The one I would want as my assistant should I ever need one.
I knock on Joseph’s open door before I enter.
“Baby, you don’t have to knock. I told my last assistant my wife has precedence above all else. Do I need to reiterate that fact with you too?” The edges of his mouth twitch, trying to suppress a smile.
“Yes, Mr. McIntyre, I believe I do need a refresher on the importance of your wife in the hierarchy of your priorities.” I close the door behind me, locking it.
He raises his brow at the sound of the click. He slowly rises from his desk. “Is there a reason we need privacy for this discussion, Miss Cavanagh?”
“I thought it best, given the nature of the topic.”
He stops directly in front of me, as close as he can get without touching, his hands buried in his pockets. “I see. And what topic are we discussing, exactly?” His green eyes gleam with possibilities.
“You requested an item be added to your schedule last week, and given that I begin training my replacement tomorrow, I believe today is the last day I have full control over what items appear on your calendar.” I trail my finger along his abdomen above his belt.
His muscles contract, and his breath hitches.
“It appears we have two items on the agenda then? The priority of my wife—”
“Yes.” I love that one. I can never hear that enough.
“—and the other item, Miss Cavanagh?” His eyebrow arches. “You’ll have to remind me.” He presses closer, his erection fully present now.
“Perhaps you’d like to sit in your desk chair? This is your office, after all. You should have the seat of authority for this agenda item.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me behind him as he moves to his chair. “I believe that position of authority applies to both agenda items. Please remember that. I am the utmost authority when it comes to my wife and the importance she holds in my life.”
“Joseph.” I break our role-playing personas. Even playing, my caveman holds me in such reverence.
He turns and cups my cheek tenderly, leaning forward and whispering against my lips, “You are my world, Sweetness.” His eyes search mine, and with a slight nod, he waits for my confirmation.
I nod and swallow around the knot in my throat. “Sit,” I whisper, having trouble slipping back into my role. I really just want to sink into his lap and let him love me.
He does as I ask, and also what I want, by pulling me down with him. “How long do we have, baby?” His voice is strained with need.
“Not long enough.” I kiss his cheek and take a moment to relish the feel of being in his arms. On a sigh, I stand.
He reluctantly releases me, his hands grabbing onto the arms of his chair.
I clear my throat and square my shoulders. “Mr. McIntyre, we don’t have time for more than this.”
“Perhaps something could be rescheduled.” He’s serious.
My man. He knows me so well, better than I know myself. I will my love to show in my smile—he lightens me. I kneel before him. “Oh, no, Mr. McIntyre, that won’t be necessary. It won’t take me that long to bring my agenda item to conclusion.” I smirk, thinking I’m so clever.
“Miss Cavanagh, I hope it will be a very happy ending.” He shakes his head in amusement. He’s as silly as me sometimes.
I rise, trailing my hands up his thighs, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I want to make this good for him. Memorable. “I hope so too.”
His fingertips trail along my jaw, and he tenderly lifts my chin. Green eyes overflowing with love stare back at me. “Always,” he whispers, sensing my uncertainty. His warm lips press to mine. “You don’t have to do this. It’s okay.”
I don’t want him to think that. “I want to.” My hands find his belt and get to work freeing his erection from its confinement while my eyes stay on his. “I’m nervous. Ignore me.”
He chuckles. “Miss Cavanagh, rule number one of my wife takes priority, is I never ignore her.” His breath catches as I stroke his freed cock.
“I never ignore her needs...” He groans as I lick his length. “…her wants and desires.” He struggles to speak as I wrap my lips around its head and suck.
“Christ,” he exclaims as I take him deep.
His hands white-knuckle the arm rests as his head falls back. “Fuck. Yes,” he chants as I increase my tempo. His words give way to moans and sighs of pleasure.
Watching him fall apart, giving himself to me so completely, turns me on and makes me want to please him all the more. I stroke him in time with my mouth. His hips flex and still, fighting his desire to thrust. He’s letting me give him this pleasure instead of taking it from me—from my mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna…ah!” He groans as his body jerks, and he comes. “Yes, Sweets…fuck.”
Languid and satisfied, he collapses in his chair. I sit back on my heels, out of breath and throbbing with need. A dimpled smile spreads across his face. “Miss Cavanagh, you surprise me. You’re timid one moment and a succubus the next.”
“Are you complaining, Mr. McIntyre?” I wipe my lips and under my eyes, fearing I look as undone as I feel.
“Hell no.” He finishes tucking himself in his pants and pulls me into his lap. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” His hand trails up my thigh.
I swat at him. “We don’t have time.”
“Nah uh, this is not a one-sided deal here. I come. You come.” I struggle, but he stills me with a single look. “My wife takes priority.” His lips graze my neck. “Now spread those sweet thighs and let me in.”
I shudder and suck in a breath as anticipation tingles through my body.
I comply as he situates me so that I’m sitting on his lap, my back to his front, my head on his shoulder, and my legs dangling over his—spread wide—my skirt up to my hips.
“That’s better.” His lips trail up my neck as his hand slips inside my panties.
“Fuck, Sweetness. Always so wet for me.”
I moan.
“Shh. I know. We’re in no rush remember? You’re my priority.” His finger enters me, and I instinctively thrust to take him deeper. “My creed.” Another finger slips inside and begins to move in and out. “My heaven.”
I can’t stay still or stop my sighs of pleasure. His words as much as his body are going to make me come.
The hand around my waist slides up my body, slipping inside my blouse and bra, and squeezes my breast, tantalizing my nipple. Shamelessly, I roll my hips, riding his fingers, and push my breast into his hand.
His warm breath skates my ear. “You’re making me hard, Sweets, watching you make love to my hand.
” He bites my ear lobe and squeezes my nipple, sending pleasure straight to my clit.
I cry out, and he does it again. “As soon as you come, I’m burying my cock deep inside you and we’re gonna do this again.
I want to watch you writhe in my arms as you ride my cock. ”
“Oh, god.”
His palm presses on my clit as his fingers increase their tempo.
“I need you to come for me, baby.” He squeezes and pulls on my nipple, sending me over the edge with explosive force.
His arms hold me as I shake and tremble.
“My girl.” He kisses the side of my face and down my neck. “My beautiful girl.”
I’m spent. Somehow, Joseph maneuvers us to the couch, slips his pants and underwear to his feet, and his cock inside me in one quick motion.
I shake and clench around him with aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Christ, you feel good.” He was serious—he wants me in the same position—my back to his front.
He sets the pace, grinding his hips, his finger on my clit, a hand on my breast, and our mouths captured in a deliciously slow kiss as if we have all the time in the world—but we don’t. I sever our kiss and glance at the clock. “Joseph, you’ve got to pick up the pace. You have ten minutes.”
“That’s plenty of time, baby.”
No. No it’s not. “Harder.” I brace my bare feet on the edge of the couch—Bare? When did he remove my shoes? And hell, where’re my panties?—and my back against his chest, lifting my lower half, giving him room to move. “Harder.”
His growl tells me he’s not happy, but as he pounds into me, the growl that follows tells me how very much he likes the idea. “Fuck.” He pants.
Each thrust hits that magical place inside, and I cry out, biting my lip to stifle my outburst. He places one hand under my thigh, helping me meet each thrust in counter motion. His other hand snakes around to rub my clit.
The smell of sex, the sound of our bodies joining, our combined groans of pleasure, and the feel of him pounding into me sends my mind whirling and my orgasm climbing. “Joseph,” I call out, my legs shaking with fatigue.
“Go, baby. I’m right there with you,” he rasps in my ear, increasing the pressure on my clit. “Take it.”
And I do, in a cataclysmic explosion that makes me lose all control of time or space. All I feel is Joseph’s arms around me, protecting me, soothing me as I violently contract around him, taking him with me, hearing him moan his release in the recesses of my mind.
Minutes, hours, millennia pass. I come back hearing Joseph on the phone. “Charles, I need to reschedule.”