I’m on my way
I smiled as I tapped out my reply.
Sorry, Gabe. Leaving for court right now. I’ll see you tonight xxx
I hadn’t even had a chance to put my phone into my handbag before it was ringing in my hand.
‘You’d better be kidding me, Samantha,’ Gabriel said in that low growling tone of his when I answered.
‘Nope. Sorry, handsome. I’m on my way out the door. I did tell you I was in court this afternoon.’
‘Yes, you did. Your big case. But I assumed it must have been postponed when you sent me that picture, especially after I told you to behave yourself.’
‘You need to learn some self-control, Gabriel,’ I teased.
‘Do I? Really?’
‘Yes,’ I purred.
‘We’ll see about that. I’ll pick you up at five.’
‘No need. I’ll be getting a lift home from Nick. I’ll see you at my place. I should be home by five-thirty.’
‘Your place it is then. Good luck in court, baby.’
I was in my bedroom taking off my shoes when Gabriel came in. I spun around to face him. The victory in court that afternoon almost made me forget about our flirtations earlier that morning. I looked up at him. His eyes were burning into mine, a wicked smile playing on his lips. I shivered in anticipation.
‘Take off your clothes, Sam.’
I stood for a moment, considering whether I should make him wait.
‘Now!’ he barked.
I did as he instructed and peeled off my pencil skirt and blouse until I was standing in my underwear. All black, all lace — and sheer stockings. I studied his face as he tried not to give anything away, always trying to maintain control, but he couldn’t hide the look in his eyes.
‘Jesus Christ, Samantha. What are you trying to do to me?’ he said. Then he was standing right in front of me in one quick stride, running his hands over my hips and backside. ‘You are fucking beautiful,’ he said, his breath ragged, catching in his throat. Then he quickly regained his composure. ‘Kneel on the floor and bend over the bed.’
I did as he instructed and felt him moving close behind me. I heard the metallic jangle of his belt buckle and then the zip on his trousers as he undid them both. Then he folded over me, pressing his erection into my flesh.
‘I’ve had a hard on for you all fucking day, Sam. Do you know how uncomfortable that’s been? Sitting in a room full of nut-cases with my cock straining at the seams?’
I groaned in response, desperate to feel him inside me.
‘I hope you’re already wet because you’re not getting my fingers or my mouth on you today. I don’t think you deserve them,’ he said with a growl as he pulled my underwear roughly to one side before entering me. He pushed in right to the hilt making me gasp out loud. He knew I would be ready for him. He knew that I couldn’t get enough of him and that I counted the hours until I could feel him inside me again.
‘You know I love you, don’t you, Sam?’ he said against my ear.
Did I?
‘Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t,’ he growled.
Dear God!
He started to pound me. Over and over. His pace relentless. I couldn’t breathe. I was so full. Full of him. He drove at that sweet spot inside me, but every time my orgasm threatened, he stopped and changed his angle. Denying me. I started to beg, to plead with him but he didn’t relent. I moved my hips against him, trying to get there myself but he realised what I was doing and pinned me to the bed with the weight of his body. He held my hands down too. ‘Just in case you try and get yourself off,’ he said in my ear.
‘You’re a monster,’ I groaned.
He laughed against my neck. ‘Where’s your self-control, Samantha?’
Then he came inside me. Fierce and hot, pumping every last drop into me. I was almost frantic. Tender from the hammering he’d just given me, and desperate for the climax that he had threatened, but not delivered.
‘Now, get up onto the bed,’ he ordered.
I climbed onto the bed and lay down as he straddled me. He slid my thong down over my thighs, past my knees and ankles before throwing it onto the floor. He left the rest of my underwear alone. Smiling at me, he started to unbutton his shirt and I watched him, enjoying the mini strip tease. Taking it off, he tossed that onto the floor too. Then his hands moved to his belt, which was already undone. I assumed he was going to take off his trousers, but he slid his belt off, slowly pulling it through each loop, the leather making a whooshing sound against the fabric as he pulled it off completely. His eyes were fixed on mine the whole time. Then he took the buckle in his palm and wrapped most of the belt around his hand, until there was just about a foot of black leather hanging free.
‘Do you still think I need to learn some self-control, Samantha?’ He asked, his voice low and husky.
‘No, Gabe,’ I breathed.
‘Did you have fun sending me that picture, knowing it would drive me crazy? Because you knew I would want to peel these stockings off you, didn’t you? And that I’d be thinking about it all day?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
He started to trail the leather belt from my neck, over my breasts, my nipples and down over my stomach. ‘Maybe I should do the same to you then? Leave you all worked up like this. Keep bringing you to the edge, but never getting you off. What do you think?’
‘That would be very unfair. Especially when I was only trying to brighten your day. Liven up your boring meetings.’
He chuckled. ‘You certainly did that, baby.’
He brought the leather down between my thighs, trailing it down the length of my dripping cleft. It’s touch both delicate and taunting, I writhed beneath it.
‘Next time you do anything like that to me, Samantha, I will bend you over the nearest suitable piece of furniture and you’ll feel this belt across your backside. Do you understand me?’
I bit my lip and nodded, surprised by just how much the thought of him doing that turned me on. He leaned down to kiss me before moving down the bed to where I was aching to feel him the most. He started sucking and licking at that tender spot before sliding his fingers inside me, rubbing the orgasm out of me. It came slowly, washing over my body, wave after wave of pleasure, all finally reaching that one place, until tears were rolling down my face and I was whispering his name. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he was inside me again, filling me with his magnificent cock. This time he was slow and gentle, whispering how much he wanted me, how much he loved to fuck me, until I came apart around him again.
Later, neither of us felt like cooking so I ordered us some pizza. When it arrived, we sat on the sofa and I put on one of my favourite films, Miss Congeniality. I looked at Gabriel and smiled. This was my idea of heaven.
‘Why are you staring at me?’ he said.
‘Because you’re bloody gorgeous, that’s why,’ I quipped.
‘Even with a mouthful of pizza?’
‘Especially with a mouthful of pizza.’ I leaned over to kiss him.
‘I meant what I said before, Sam,’ he said, his eyes narrowing, pulling his face into a frown. He pulled me over to straddle him on the sofa. ‘I love you.’
I pushed his hair from his handsome face and stared into his beautiful green eyes. Then I leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped me in his arms and crushed me to his chest. We kissed on the sofa until my jaw began to ache and I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever been so happy.
Chapter 47
Samantha
My afternoon court case had been adjourned, leaving me with an unexpected early finish from work, so, I decided to pay my dad and Gabriel a surprise visit. I knew they’d been having some trouble with a rival firm, although Gabriel had assured me it had been dealt with. It had been over a week since the night Gabriel had crept into my bed in the early hours of the morning after dealing with the Fenton situation, but I still worried about them both.
‘Sam,’ my father smiled as I w
alked into his office. He stood up and pulled me into a bear hug. ‘I hardly see you anymore.’
‘I know. Sorry, Dad. I’ve just been so busy with work.’
I saw Gabriel look up from his laptop and grin at me and I felt the flush creep over my cheeks and hoped my father didn’t notice. I resisted the urge to go over to his desk and kiss him. We had agreed to limit our public displays of affection in front of my dad.
‘Did Gabriel tell you about the contract we’re going for?’ he asked me.
‘He mentioned something.’ I vaguely recalled him telling me about a security contract for a construction company a few nights earlier while we’d been eating dinner, but then he’d dripped some pasta sauce onto his shirt and had taken it off. The conversation seemed to tail off after that for some reason. I couldn’t look over at Gabriel in case my blush deepened further but I could feel his eyes on me and could picture the wicked grin on his face.
I listened intently as my father told me about his and Gabriel’s bid to win a contract with Graham Johnson – a big name in construction. He had sites all over the country and was looking for a new security company.
‘The contract’s worth millions, Sam,’ my father said with a huge grin. ‘Gabriel has been working on it for weeks now.’
‘A restaurant he built is having its big opening on Saturday night,’ Gabriel said as he stood up and walked over to me. ‘We’ve been invited, along with some of our colleagues, to give him our pitch and try and win the contract. I assume you’ll be my date?’
‘Of course I will. I can’t wait. Any excuse to get dressed up,’ I replied.
‘I’ve really got to go. Kayleigh is waiting for me. I’ll see you on Saturday then, love?’ my father said before giving me a kiss on the cheek and walking out of the office, leaving Gabriel and me alone. I could tell by the way he was staring at me, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set, that he had something on his mind.
‘What is it, Gabe?’
He stepped closer to me. ‘I just have a couple of requests regarding Saturday night, and I’m not sure how you’ll react, that’s all.’
I flashed an eyebrow at him. ‘What kind of requests?’
‘I have to impress a few people on Saturday, Sam. This contract is a big deal for us. It’s bigger than anything we’ve ever handled before.’
I folded my arms across my chest. I had no idea where he was going with this — did he think I’d embarrass him or something? ‘So?’
‘I have to focus, that’s all I’m saying. I don’t want to be distracted. And that’s why I want you to do something for me.’
‘What’s that, handsome?’
‘Can you not play any of your … games?’
‘What games?’ I asked, feigning my indignation.
‘Like wearing no underwear. Like whispering in my ear how much you want to be riding my cock while I’m in the middle of an important discussion?’ he said in that low, rumbling tone of his that seemed to vibrate through my body.
I smiled at him as I remembered the occasions when I’d done things just like that. ‘Of course, I’ll behave. That’s just one request though. Do you have any more?’
‘Yes,’ he said as he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. ‘Could you not wear your hair up?’
‘Okay. But why?’
He reached up and pulled my hair to one side, exposing the left side of my neck. ‘Because when you wear your hair up, all I can think about is kissing your neck.’ He trailed a finger from my cheek down to my collar-bone. Then he started to plant soft kisses along my throat. ‘And when I’m kissing your neck, I get a raging hard on, because I’m either fucking you, or about to fuck you.’
‘Well, except for right now,’ I said.
‘But I am about to fuck you,’ he replied and I could feel him smile against my skin.
‘What? Here? But there are people next door,’ I said, aware that some of his employees were in the other office.
‘So?’ he said.
‘They might come in.’
‘They won’t.’
‘They might.’
‘They wouldn’t dare come in here without knocking.’
‘How can you be so sure, Gabe?’
‘Because they do as they’re fucking told,’ he said in that low menacing growl. His hands moved lower and he started to lift the hem of my skirt. Suddenly, I wondered how many other women he’d done this with. Was that why his employees always knocked?
‘Don’t, Gabe,’ I said, pushing his hands away.
He stepped back and looked at me. I never told him no. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘How many women have you screwed in your office before me?’ I asked.
‘None. I don’t make a habit of mixing business and pleasure. But, I’ve wanted to fuck you on my desk since you first walked back in here six months ago.’
I didn’t respond further and he stepped closer to me again until I could feel the throbbing between my thighs building to dangerous levels.
‘If you’re not already wet for me, I won’t fuck you in here. We can go home and fuck in the comfort of my bed instead. Deal?’ he said softly.
I nodded although I already knew what the outcome would be. He slid his hand up my skirt and pulled my lace underwear to one side. Sliding one finger inside me, he chuckled. Then he pulled his hand back, and held up his finger, which was glistening with my arousal.
‘What do you think?’ he said and then he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. ‘You taste so fucking good. Have I ever told you that?’
God, I wanted him so much. I always wanted him. And he knew it.
‘I’m going to make you come all over my desk, Sam, and then I’m going to fuck your brains out,’ he said as he grabbed me by the hips.
He pushed me back against his desk as he pulled my skirt up around my waist before dropping to his knees. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he started to devour me. Licking and sucking until I was moaning his name, begging him to let me come.
‘Okay, come for me, Sam,’ he growled against me and my body, as always, obeyed. Then he stood up, undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his trousers before pushing himself inside me.
‘I love fucking you, Sam,’ he panted as he screwed me to his desk.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I clung to him, raking my nails down his back, the soft wool of his suit jacket creasing under my fingertips.
‘I love the way you fuck me, Gabe,’ I replied breathlessly. My words seemed to send him into a frenzy and his pace increased until I climaxed around him again. He followed shortly after, his strong thighs banging against his desk as he buried his face in my neck.
Chapter 48
Samantha
It was Saturday night. I walked down the stairs of Gabriel’s house and saw him standing waiting for me, looking incredible in his tuxedo. I was wearing my hair loose around my bare shoulders as he’d requested.
‘You look stunning,’ he said as I reached him. ‘How about you turn around and go back into the bedroom and I’ll see what you’re wearing underneath that sexy dress?’
I smiled sweetly. ‘You’ll make us late. You can have me all to yourself later. Now, let’s go.’
My father was already at the restaurant when Gabriel and I arrived. We made our way through the crowd to meet him. I noticed he hadn’t brought his newest girlfriend, Kayleigh with him, and wondered whether their honeymoon period had already ended. My father changed girlfriends as often as he changed his sheets.
‘So where is this Graham Johnson then?’ I asked, craning my neck to scan the crowd.
‘Over there. The bald guy with the grey goatee by the window,’ Gabriel told me.
‘And your main competition?’ I asked.
‘Gary Mitchell,’ my father indicated the man standing directly behind Graham.
I clutched my purse under my arm. ‘I’m off to mingle then,’ I said before smiling and disappearing into the crowd.
Gabriel
I had been s
peaking to all the right people for most of the evening. Sebastian and I had even managed to corner Graham Johnson on his own and given him our best sales pitch. Afterwards Sebastian disappeared to talk to a blonde who’d caught his eye and I stood at the bar with a whisky as I looked for Samantha. It didn’t take me long to spot her in the crowd. She was standing with a young woman with flaming red hair whom I’d recently learned was Graham’s youngest daughter. The two of them were laughing at something. Not a discreet, polite laugh — they were almost doubled over, clutching their glasses of champagne. I watched as Graham Johnson joined them and soon the three of them were in hysterics and I couldn’t help but smile.
Samantha the chameleon.
I loved the easy way she had with people. Nick had told me that she had the ability to fit in anywhere, with anyone and I realised he’d been right. Whenever I would bring my ex-wife, Jennifer, to events like these, she would cling to my arm all night, barely saying two words to anyone. I didn’t recall it irritating me particularly at the time — it was probably something I’d sought out in a partner. I wondered why I’d always chosen women like that before — passive, submissive? They had certainly fit with my need to be in control. But they had never worked out. Maybe because they never challenged me? Samantha Donovan drove me crazier than anyone I had ever met in my entire life, but I couldn’t get enough of her. I spent almost every waking minute thinking about her.
I finished my drink and made my way over to her, slipping my arm around her waist. It was getting late and I knew she had to spend the following day preparing for a big court case. Samantha introduced me to Graham’s daughter, Robyn and I reacquainted myself with Graham. We all exchanged some polite small-talk before Samantha and I made our excuses to leave. I resisted the urge to ask Graham when he’d be deciding who would get the contract for his security, but as we were walking out of the door, he caught up with me and grabbed me by the arm.
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