“I... I...love her,” he stammered.
“Oh no! You can't love her!” Misty was shouting and crying and pointing at Destiny. “What about mom?”
Sam quickly rushed to his daughter who began to sob and wrapped his arms around her.
“Honey,” he whispered. “Your mother would want us to move on. You have to let go and let me move on.”
“But why with her?” Misty sobbed.
“What's wrong with her?” Sam asked hoping for an honest answer.
“I don't know,” Misty said between sobs. “She's smart...”
“That's not a bad thing,” Sam kissed his daughter's forehead.
“And... and she's pretty,” Misty looked over at Destiny, her eyes red.
“What's wrong with that?” Sam looked down as he lifted her chin up.
Misty shrugged.
“She's young. Dad, she's only two years older than Sammy,” Misty's eyes widened.
“I can see where that could cause you some concern,” Sam said as he led Misty over to the couch. “Why don't you sit down and wait for us to get dressed, and we will all go to breakfast and then go see Bob.”
Sam walked to the bedroom door then turned and said, “By the way, how is Bob doing?”
“Oh dad. Doc said the infection should be gone in a few more days. If all goes well, she said that he could go home by the end of the month.” Misty was smiling.
“Was that Dr. Lambert or Dr. Williams?" Sam asked.
"Dr. Lambert. Why?" Misty replied.
"Maybe you could get her number for me," Sam chuckled. "She's pretty cute."
"I heard that!" Destiny said from the bedroom.
Sam amazed himself at the way he could turn a bad situation into a not so bad one. Misty calmly sat and waited for the two of them.
***
Two weeks had gone by since the trip to Tulsa. There had not been anymore romantic interludes, nor had Sam uttered the word love again.
"Good morning, Sam."
Sam Slade looked up from the memo that he was reading. Destiny, had walked into the spacious, well organized office with a smile on her face.
He returned her smile. "Good morning, Destiny."
"Coffee?" she asked him.
"Yes, thank you." He watched her as she went to the coffee machine on the counter. She had been working for him for three months now and was the best personal assistant he ever had. She was dutiful and well organized and always went above and beyond the call of duty for him.
She brought the coffee to his desk, light with two sugars, just the way he liked it.
He smiled at her. "Thank you, Destiny."
"You're welcome, Sam," she said smiling as usual.
"Sit down a minute, please," he told her as he indicated the chair across the desk from him. "I would like to speak to you about something."
"Certainly, Sam." She sat and crossed her legs like the little lady that she was. Just a hint of those legs was enough to send him into a tailspin. "Is there a problem?"
He shook his head. "Not at all. On the contrary. How would you feel about going to the Bahamas with me for a couple of weeks?"
She stared at him through her glasses. "The Bahamas?"
He nodded. "It would involve working with some energy suppliers, so it wouldn't be all fun and games."
She kept looking at him and felt her heart beating inside her chest. It always sped up in his presence since that first miraculous night that made love. She'd been in love with Sam Slade since she that night in Tulsa. The man oozed sex appeal from his pores. He was confident and self assured and had worked hard to get where he was. He was a decent and fair employer, generous to a fault and he was just so hot.
Destiny laid in her bed alone late at night touching herself and pretending that Sam's hands were on her body. She was 30 years old and had never been touched by a man the way Sam had touched her. She constantly wanted to be touched by him.
His hazel eyes bore into her. He was so tall and strong, so powerful and masculine. She had plenty of fantasies of him throwing her down across his desk and having his way with her.
"Destiny?" His deep, rich voice brought her out of her fantasy of him.
"Sam, I'm honored to be asked but that first night...” Destiny stumbled over her words. “That first night seemed so special, and nothing has happened since. I don't understand.”
"Frankly, I don't understand either... But I think about you every night,” Sam said.
“I'm satisfied with that answer. That's not atypical of a man,” Destiny said grinning slightly. “But why not take Misty? She's the one that heads the energy division, at least the oil production."
He grinned at her and she melted some more. She felt a tingle at the juncture of her thighs and her blood pressure soared. Oh how, she wanted this man.
He stood up and reached across and took her hand.
"Because I want you there with me," he told her. "And besides, Misty will be there too."
"Does she know you want to bring me along?” Destiny knew how Misty felt about her.
"Don't worry about Misty,” Sam said with a smile. "I've been working on her, and you seen my daddy charm."
"But two weeks with her and I together. Are you sure?" Destiny was doubtful.
"Absolutely,” Sam quipped. "And don't worry. You'll be sharing a room with me, not her. "
"Well that's a relief," Destiny chuckled.
"And do me a favor?" Sam pulled her close to him.
"Yes?" Destiny looked at Sam and a smile spread across her face.
"Don't be wound up so tight. Let your hair down a little. Relax. I'll handle Misty," Sam said with a grin.
“She's going to Tulsa in the morning to bring Bob home. I'm going to send Sammy Jr. with her, so it'll be you and me holding down the fort.
I'm not sure if he just dropped a hint, but we'll see tomorrow, Destiny thought.
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The next morning, she came into his office as usual.
"Good morning, Sam." Destiny was more bubbly than her usual self.
He was busy looking over a spreadsheet on his desk. Without looking up at her, he said pleasantly, "Good morning, Destiny."
"Coffee?" she asked sweetly.
"Yes, please. Thank you."
He finally looked up at her as she went to the coffeemaker.
"Destiny?" he asked in disbelief.
She smiled at him, knowing that she had finally gotten his attention. "Light, two sugars?"
He stared at her in amazement. Her beautiful hair now hung loosely around her face, falling over her shoulders. She wore red nail polish on her fingers and black spiked heels on her feet. The suit she wore had a short skirt that came to mid-thigh and the top was buttoned low, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. She looked sexy and hot and Sam Slade wanted her more than he ever thought possible.
"You look..."
"Different?" she asked.
"That's not the word I would have used but yes, different is one way of putting it."
She brought the coffee over to his desk and he admired the sway of her hips. "How would you have put it, Sam Slade?" she asked, trying to be in control again.
"I was going to say that you look amazing. Sexy. Hot. I never thought...I mean..." Sam stammered.
“So you mean different in a good way?" Destiny said as she placed his cup coffee in front of him. “Not different in a bad way. Right?”
"Well of course,” Sam chuckled. He had never been flustered like this before.
"I'm glad you noticed me. I wanted you to. I dressed this way for you today." She sat on the edge of his desk, displaying a smooth, creamy thigh for him. "I lay in my bed at night and dream of having your hands on my body. I know I don't have to prove myself as a worker to you anymore. You made me your personal assistant already and I'm grateful for that. I want you to know that I'm available for anything personal if you get my drift."
"I think I do." He put his hand on her thigh. He had never seen
this side of destiny at work, and she had definitely not seen this side of Sam on the job. "For some reason, I've always found you to be incredibly sexy. There's just something about you."
"Go ahead Mr. Slade. Tell me about it." She swung her legs so that each one was on the side of him. He was able to see the black bikini panties she wore.
"Destiny, what are you doing?" He said wondering if someone might walk in on them.
"Anything you want." She began to unbutton her blouse. “No worries. I locked the door and told security downstairs you are not to be bothered for anything.”
He put his hands on her thighs and reached under her skirt. "Did you dream of me doing this to you?" he asked her in a seductive voice.
She moaned. "Every night. I feel your hands on my body." Her blouse was undone. She removed it, exposing her black bra to him.
"I dream about you too, Destiny," he whispered as his hands moved further up. "Every night all I kept thinking about was that incredible night with you in Tulsa."
"And now you are going to have an incredible day at the office to think about,” she said as she kissed him.
He gulped. "That's what I'm thinking," he said as his hands moved up to cover her breasts. "Oh yes, that's what I'm thinking."
She unzipped her skirt and began to slide it down her legs. He watched her, entranced.
All she wore now were the panties. Sam stood up and began to remove his suit jacket. His tie came off and then his shirt. Destiny sucked in her breath at the incredible strength of his upper body. He began to unbuckle his pants and she reached out to help him.
"Destiny, look what you've done to me." He indicated the bulge in between his legs.
"I like knowing I can do that to you, Sam,” she said as she laid back on his desk and slid her panties off. Her hands went to her breasts and she began to caress herself.
"I like what you're doing," he told her as he continued to undress. "It's making me even harder."
"Hurry, Sam," she begged as her hand dipped between her legs. She was soaking wet and ready for him. She opened herself wider and he stood between her legs.
"Destiny," he spoke her name tenderly as he entered her. She wrapped her long, luscious legs around his muscular back and took him into her.
"Yea, baby," he said as his hands covered her breasts. "You are so incredibly beautiful"
"Oh Sam. I want you so bad," she told him as she moved with him. "This is like a dream for me."
"Me too. You feel so good. You're so wet," he said as he gently pushed his cock into her. His mouth found one, erect nipple. He suckled on it and bit it gently.
"Yes, oh yes," she cried as she dug her nails into his back.
His mouth found her other nipple and he gave it the same attention. Her hands held his head to her as their tongues explored each others mouths.
Sam suddenly moved away from her and knelt between her legs. His mouth went to her wetness and he licked her pussy, and began to massage her clit with his thumb. She almost screamed her pleasure but she knew that she had to control herself. She didn't want security to hear and come running into the office.
"Sam Slade," she cried his name softly. "That feels so good."
He continued to eat her; she was his for the taking. He stood up again and entered her. His cock was harder than ever.
He held her hands over her head, pinning her to his desk. His mouth moved over the lush curves of her body again until she cried out as she came.
“Oh God Sam,” she moaned.
Her juices flooded him and he released only a moment later, his hot semen filling her welcoming pussy. He remained inside of her, collapsing onto her soft flesh.
"That was incredible," he said as he stood up and smiled at her.
"It was," she agreed. "I'm tingling all over."
His hands touched her body everywhere. "I'm going to like spending time with you in the Bahamas."
"Me too. And I'll do the best job that I can for you, I promise." She smiled at him.
"I'm sure you will. You're so efficient and hard working," he said winking at her.
"And you're so hard," she laughed as her hand encircled him and she could feel his cock throbbing. "Do I really do that to you?"
"Yes, you know you do." He kissed her mouth gently. "I think you're going to have to start spending a lot of time in my office from now on."
"I like that idea." She sat up and ran her hands through her hair. She could feel his eyes on her body and it excited her again.
"Touch yourself," he whispered.
"Like this?" Her fingers disappeared between her legs. She spread herself so that he could watch her.
He sat in his chair and his eyes remained fixated on her as she pleasured herself.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged her as her hips moved on his desk. He watched her as she licked her lips and her ministrations grew even more intense.
"Say my name when you cum again," he told her.
And just as he said it, her hips bucked and she cried out his name.
He stood up and took her in his arms. He held her close to him, kissing her hair softly.
"I do love you," he told her. "I'm hanging on to you. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight, Destiny?"
"I'd love to," she said. "And if you're lucky, I'll give you dessert."
He grinned at her. "Maybe we'd better get dressed now and do some work, huh?"
She smiled back. "Maybe."
He took her hand and helped her down. He embraced her again. "I'm really in love with you." They dressed in silence, just smiling at each other.
He admired her in her sexy suit. "Would you dress like that everyday from now on?"
"If you'd like me to."
"Oh, I would." He straightened out his tie and sat in his chair. "But I don't think Misty would approve. Sammy Jr. probably would, but Misty?."
"No way! She would probably have a cow," Destiny chuckled as she grabbed her notebook and pen and sat in the chair across from his desk.
He cleared his throat. "Would you take a memo for me, please?"
And it was back to business as usual.
Falling for the Billionaire Cowboy Part 2
Copyright 2015 by Joanna Jacobs - All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without permission from the author/publisher.
"Hey sexy. Do we take a taxi from here or do we have a private car?" Destiny said as she returned from the restroom Sam's side.
The smile Destiny adorned quickly faded when her boss and lover Sam Slade pointed in the direction of a small seaplane waiting on the runway.
“Oh Jesus Sam. You didn't tell me that we were going to have take one of those little puddle jumpers to another island,” Destiny said as she boarded
"It's just a short flight. Once we're there, you feel like you're in paradise," Sam said as he put his arm around his beautiful personal assistant.
The contrast was stark. Sam , almost twice Destiny's age, white, and filthy rich. Destiny, skin color that matched the natives of the Grand Bahama island.
Misty, Sam's daughter despised Destiny and Destiny knew it. Misty made it clear that she didn't like the idea of her father crossing racial barriers. Sam was hoping that Misty, who along with Sammy Jr. and a handful of advisors that worked for the Sam's billion dollar oil and cattle operation, would stay clear of Destiny, and he wouldn't need to step in as a buffer. With the exception of a few of Misty's snyde remarks on the plane to Nassau, all was going pretty smooth.
Sam had charted the 20 seat puddle jumper to take the entourage to his home on his own private island, Slade Cay, where Sam and his collective were going to discuss alternative energy sources with a few worldwide leaders in new and exciting fields - the benefits, the costs, but most importantly the profits to be earned.
The twin engines on the plane were already running, the props spinning pushing the hot balmy air behind them, as the group began boarding. Sam had his arm around Destiny's waist as Misty stepped past them and climbed
in the plane, the last to board.
"Okay. Are you ready?" Sam smiled down at Destiny, her forehead beaded with perspiration.
"I'm not ready to fly on this thing, but if it has air conditioning, I'll give it a try," Destiny sighed.
"I'm afraid to tell you, my dear," Sam said as he took his hankerchief and dabbed Destiny's forehead. "It doesn't."
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