A Favor

by Fiona Murphy

  “All night, haven’t done that in years. Since waking up in the hospital the longest I’ve gone is about four hours, this was all you. But now that I’m awake you better get up and get ready for work because the feeling of you all up against me is turning out to be very painful.” To prove his words, his hands slide down to my hips and pull me against his very impressive bulge.

  I can’t fight the blush and can’t move away, I don’t want to move away, I press back against him. Sam stills and then his eyes darken, finally he moves. His hand slides under my shirt and I sigh at the feel of his skin on mine, warm and tingling my skin wants more, I want more. He moves slowly as if expecting me to call a halt but I don’t, it feels too good. Pressing a kiss against his chest he trembles and knowing I can have that affect on him sends a thrill through me. Then his hand cups my breast and his thumb sweeps over a tight nipple and his name is a gasp of air. Last night when he’d touched me, almost the same way but over my shirt as I fell asleep I’d fought the urge to press against him, but I’d been too scared. Now I called myself a fool for my fear.

  “Sam, yes, more please.”

  His hands keep moving up and taking my shirt with him, I move to help him take it off and then reach out for his shirt but he stops me. One large hand traps my wrists and pull them up, over my head. “No, Zoe, you touch me and I can’t think.”

  I open my mouth to protest but then his mouth covers my nipple and sucks deep as his tongue teases the aching tight bud.

  “I wanted to bend you over my lap and heat your sweet little ass for coming out last night without a bra and making me hard as a rock for you but watching them react to me was worth it. I loved it, they would pucker up for me and beg for my mouth, so damn beautiful.” He moves to my other breast but his free hand continues to pleasurably assault the nipple aching for his mouth, he plucks and teases and between that and his mouth on my other breast, I’m mindless in need. My hips are bucking up, begging for what I can’t say out loud.

  “Yes, baby, I know what you want. Not just yet, I need some more time with these gorgeous tits of yours. So sensitive, yes, you can take it, just a little more.” His tongue teases and his mouth taunts, when teeth nip at me, I almost come. I’m hanging on the edge and I’m stunned because he’s nowhere near my clitoris. Then he soothes, licking gently and moves back to my other breast. This time he suckles hard with multiple flicks of his tongue, just as he had with my clitoris and I fall over the edge of my climax in a shocking rush. I’m shocked, I can’t believe it.

  A hand strokes up and down my inner thigh as I come down from the exhilaration of my climax. I try to move my hands, aching to touch him. “Sam please, I want to touch you. I want to taste you.”

  He ignores me, his only reaction is to tighten his grip on my wrists. His other hand moves higher up my inner thigh and finds me so wet the back of my skirt is soaked and he let out a hiss of breath in approval. “No panties, you are so fucking perfect. So wet for me baby, I love how wet you get. You make my dick ache. You make me high from the smell of you.”

  I’m so wet he is able to fit three large fingers inside me and he pumps fast in and out of me and sends me toward another orgasm. His mouth fastens back onto my breast and I hit my orgasm so quickly it verges on pain. I’m completely limp in his arms.

  In a daze, fighting to keep my eyes open, I watch Sam lick me from his fingers. He does it slowly, as if he is savoring the taste of me, our eyes are locked until he finishes.

  “You have sweetest pussy I have ever tasted. Thank you, baby.”

  He had let go of my hands at some point and before his words would have shocked me, I would have blushed. Now I revel in his words, in his enjoyment of my body. A hand slides over his cheek and he turns into my touch. The peaceful quiet is broken by the alarm on my phone going off and I swear, this isn’t fair.

  Sam leans down kisses my cheek, “It’s okay, baby.”

  “No, it’s not, Sam. I want to touch, please.” My hands slides down his cheek to his chest and my pussy clenches at the feel of his skin beneath my hand.

  He moves so fast my head swims, in confusion, one minute we’re on the couch and the next I’m up in his arms being walked to my room. “Zoe, I want you very much but it’s not going to be something quick and fast. When we make love it’s going to be slow and easy and not with a clock on us. Get ready for work.”

  Sliding me down his body I feel just how hard he is for me and I cling until he moves away. The door to my room closes with a soft click and a moan of longing escapes me.

  Chapter Eight

  “Can I help you?” I ask when I find him in the kitchen preparing what looks like another scramble, like he had made yesterday.

  Shaking his head, he smiles. “Not a good idea, have a seat, it’ll be a few minutes.”

  Sad, but understanding I nod and get a cup of coffee and sit and watch him work from the kitchen table. A few minutes later and he’s setting down a plate for each of us. We eat quietly and quickly, the quiet feels comfortable between us. He finishes before me and rinses his plate and puts it in the dishwasher along with the other items he used. I’m only a few minutes behind him and I’m drying my hands when he comes back from his room.

  “Can I bother you tonight? I need to go shopping, I didn’t pack much. Taylor said jeans, cargoes and tee shirts are fine for training but I only brought along two pairs of jeans and two tee shirts.”

  “Sure that won’t be a problem. Let me guess from that look on your face you don’t like to shop and we’ll be in and out in fifteen minutes?”

  “Yes, like most men I hate shopping.”

  “I understand and I agree. Unlike most women, I hate shopping but I think we’ll get through it.”

  “Thanks.”

  The drive isn’t so bad this morning and we make it there quickly. It’s not until we’re in the elevator and the numbers are lighting up it hits me, and I stiffen. The elevators open on the fifth floor and I step out tugging my lip from inside my mouth. My worry is so deep I’m barely aware of Sam pulling me close until he presses his lips against mine gently.

  “Hey, what’s the matter?”

  “What if Dr. Keno says no? Taylor won’t care how bad he needs you, if Dr. Keno doesn’t think it’s a good idea he’ll say no.”

  “It will be fine. Yeah, I was diagnosed with PTSD but I also had some great therapists and EMDR that helped. Taylor told me Keno specializes in that, he’ll know all of it.

  I don’t regret what happened or the way my career ended. I’d do it all again without hesitation. My regrets are about what happened before I went into the Army and that won’t keep me from doing my job.”

  I’m so relieved I sag against him. His hands go into my hair and he pulls me up for a kiss. It was supposed to be a kiss of reassurance but it went much hotter than that very quickly. After this morning, I’m done hiding my need and want from him and myself. I kiss him the way I’ve been longing to since that first day. Greedy and hungry for the taste of him, our tongues tangle but as he’s about to pull away I claim his tongue and suck him deep into my mouth. He growls low in his chest and I’m thrilled at the reaction until his hands tighten painfully around my arms. I moan in pain and instantly he pulls away, his hands falling to my waist.

  We are both gasping for breath and his head is against mine, “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Just give me a minute here.”

  His breath is shaky and my knees are barely holding me up, I understand completely and try not to be smug about how badly Sam wants me. He’s so beautiful, scars and all and he wants me so badly he’s trembling with it. If nothing else, he’s doing amazing things for my self-confidence.

  When the elevator pings open I take in a sharp breath and step back.

  “Zoe, Sam, good morning. Dr. Keno’s waiting for you, just around the corner. Zoe, Elissa made pretty good headway on Robert’s prospect, you won’t need to do much more on it.” Taylor keeps walking and my eyes follow him, wondering what he saw w
hen the doors opened. I turn to follow him and then remember Sam. Quickly, I go up on my tip toes to kiss his cheek and then I follow Taylor.

  Chapter Nine

  I’ve barely hit my chair, all my thoughts on Sam and his session, when Taylor tries to get my attention.

  “Zoe, hey, Zoe are you alright?”

  Taylor is in front of my desk and I’m trying to focus on him. “Yes, of course, I’m sorry. I’ll finish the calls on this guy. Thanks for letting me off early yesterday, by the way.”

  “No worries, you earned it. Here’s Sam’s file. Once he’s done with Keno take him down to human resources and they’ll do the paperwork and take him from there for a few hours. Tomorrow he’ll start at the training facility, because he’s the new guy he’ll be doing the overnight shift and he’ll be due there from ten in the evening until eight in the morning.”

  “So you aren’t worried Dr. Keno won’t approve him?” The words fly out of my tight throat.

  “No, not in the slightest, remember, Sam’s going to be training only. I wasn’t worried about it before I went out to meet with him and after yesterday, I’m even more sure about what Keno will tell me. Yes, he needs the right temperament and he’ll be leading exercises close to what he did in the Rangers but he won’t be under the same pressure he was before. It’ll be fine.”

  I can only nod, Taylor is right. With a sigh of relief my eyes go down to the file, not seeing a thing. Of course, it would be fine. By the time I look up Taylor is gone and I’m glad. Rubbing my forehead I try to focus on Sam’s file, with a start I realize I’m seeing his last name for the first time. Sam King, it fit him is all I can think. Curiosity drives me through the rest of it, his transcripts from Harvard, his release from the Army and I’m surprised to see he’s thirty five, he’s a year younger than Taylor. It’s odd, all the other things I know about him but other small things I don’t. I want to know absolutely everything about him, from his shoe size to his favorite color.

  I can admit it now, I want Sam, any way I can get him. If it was just six months then I’ll take it, if it’s a week, I’m not proud enough to turn it down. I’ll figure it out, I will try so hard to give him what he needs from me and not be empty and cold and maybe if I get it right this time he won’t leave.

  An hour later Sam is back with Dr. Keno and my eyes are on Dr. Keno and his smile and I can finally breathe deeply for the first time since Sam’s kiss by the elevator. Both of them go into Taylor’s office. My phone rings and it’s the last person I had called about Quincy Tucker. Taking careful notes, what I’m hearing from a current coworker is good and I’m able to wrap up my report on Robert’s prospect. He looks good and I’m sure he’ll fit. At the prospect of the interview tomorrow with Tim Nielson, I shiver with distaste, at least it will be Friday.

  Taylor’s door opens, “Zoe, take Sam down to human resources and did you finish up on Tucker? Of course you did, thanks. On your way back up, can you get me an espresso? Regular coffee isn’t going to cut it today. Thanks.”

  Dr. Keno waves his goodbye. Sam’s arm is up around me again as he leads me out of the office. “Sam, not where Taylor can see.”

  Sam laughs and pulls me tighter, “You are adorable sometimes. Kiss me and I’ll think about it.”

  “No, kissing you makes my mind all fuzzy.” The elevator stops on the fourth floor and two people get on. I nod a hello and want to elbow Sam for pulling me closer to him. It’s beyond obvious and I fight not to blush but fail. When the elevator stops at our floor I want to flee but Sam keeps me tight against him. “Sam, please, not at work. I’m begging you. I have to deal with these people day in and day out.” He shakes his head and his damn smile went from sinful to devilish and all I can think is, fuck it, and melt against him. I offer my mouth and he takes it, it’s a rough kiss, almost bruising but I don’t flinch. Deep down I feel the same way. It lasts only seconds though and then Sam pulls back, very slowly. That light is in his eyes and I know what he wants but that we have to wait.

  It takes a minute to get my legs moving again and I turn to see the door being held open by a very interested administrative assistant. I go in with a muttered thanks, avoiding her eye.

  Sam is at my back but gives me some space and I give him a rundown of the setup of the floor. When we get to Jill’s office I knock and wait until Jill calls out to come in. I introduce them and hand over Sam’s file. It’s stupid that the hair on the back of my neck goes up as Jill smiles up at Sam. Jill is married, then Jill giggles, giggles. Damn it. “Okay, well have fun. I’ll see you later, bye.”

  Wanting to smack Jill I turn and pull Sam down for a kiss on the cheek, he smiles knowingly and I grit my teeth. Leaving the room without looking back, my only thought is, let Jill giggle at that. There’s no policy in place about employees not getting involved, so I’m not worried about that kiss in front of human resources in the slightest. What I’m worried about is making an idiot of myself.

  The morning goes by quickly and I try to keep the disappointment from my face when Taylor leaves, announcing he’s taking Sam out for lunch. I treat myself to a tiny chocolate tart for dessert at lunch and then lecture myself on buying it just as a perk up for missing out on lunch with Sam. I’m back at the size ten I had been before I dated Troy but since I hated exercising, preferring walking or swimming to being stuck in a gym it’s a battle to stay comfortable in my size ten.

  It isn’t like we need to spend all day together, but it is hard knowing he’d be doing overnights. Would he sleep okay?

  Not surprisingly their lunch went long, Taylor has a habit of that and it’s almost two in the afternoon before Taylor is back. Sam isn’t with him, there’s still some paperwork that needed to be completed.

  “Zoe, get the number for the dealership and sales guy Mickey we did that last buy from will you? Sam is going to need something and he likes my truck. I can’t remember what I paid for it.”

  “Are we buying him a truck or he’s buying it?”

  “Sam already busted my balls on his salary, he is not getting a vehicle out of me. Besides, he has more than enough money to buy his own.”

  “Really? Sam had said he didn’t need the money when it came to working here. I thought he meant he just didn’t need it all that badly.”

  “He wasn’t just talking, he really doesn’t need the money. Did you notice the windmills when you went out to his place? They’re on his land, he owns about thirty acres out there. It used to be a chicken farm, one of the largest family owned suppliers in Texas. Things didn’t work out though, Sam had to sell out and he made a deal with a company for the use of his land for the windmills. He’s getting a yearly payment for a lease on the fifteen acres they’re on and then quarterly profits. All of that plus his pay from the Army going into an account and rarely spent, he’s doing just fine.

  Actually, come on into my office. I want to run something by you. Close the door. I’ve been thinking about asking Sam if he wanted to buy in as a partner. We’ve done well since Stanton left but there are times when I’ve met with prospects that aren’t DOD or our usual customers and I can tell that there’s hesitancy there because I don’t have military experience. It feels like it takes longer to land them and if maybe I had Sam at my side I’d close them quicker. Hell, I could just send him out, he’s the whole package. You’ve had some one on one time with him. He told me you talked him around and he’s shared his concerns. I’m sure now he trusts in us or he wouldn’t still be here. What do you think he’d say to the offer?”

  A small part of me wants to scream with happiness at the idea of a way to keep Sam permanently but then I remember Sam’s words. “Right this second, I think the answer would be no but I think if you give him some time it would change. I think right now he’s still feeling out the whole situation, his condition for it to only be six months is apart of that.”

  “You look worried?”

  “I am, what if he decides it’s not for him after all and leaves again? I don’t think he’d go back
home but he’s still assessing it all.”

  “Maybe we just have to make it so that he’s so happy here he won’t go?”

  Taylor is saying exactly what I’d been thinking earlier. “That could work.”

  “I trust you’ll help out on that front where you can?”

  My eyes go down, not ready to share my feelings about Sam yet. I nod in agreement. “But could we keep the deal we made out of any conversation with Sam?”

  He’s quiet for a long minute, “I think that’s a good idea.” Taylor stands, “Sam mentioned you were going to take him shopping for clothes, after that you’ll go to the dealership. Give him the information on what I paid and let him haggle with Mickey from there. When he comes back, there won’t be much for the rest of the day. Go ahead and leave a little early and get it done.”

  “Okay.”

  Chapter Ten

  We’re in the men’s section at Macy’s for only twenty minutes. We leave the mall with six pairs of jeans, four pairs of cargo pants, two dress shirts, four tee shirts in black and dark blue and five polo shirts in various colors.

  When we get back into my car, I pull out the print out from Taylor’s purchase. “Here’s the printout from Taylor on his truck. He bought it last year, all the bells and whistles included. We have bought six trucks from them and four SUV’s in the last five years. Were you thinking of a truck like Taylor’s?”

  “I like it well enough, it’s comfortable and I like it’s more of the old style with just two seats up front and a long bed. Spent some time researching it and there aren’t many complaints on it. An SUV doesn’t really appeal but I don’t have my mind made up just yet.

  Are you sure you’re okay with coming with me? Taylor offered, I just didn’t want to take him away from his wife.”

  “I don’t mind, at all.”