by Xyla Turner
Samantha:
Orlando (ORL)
Joshua:
Flights aren’t delayed in Melbourne
Samantha:
What is Melbourne?
Joshua:
Another airport
Samantha:
I know nothing about this,
I will wait the storm out.
Vicki can handle everything
We will remain on schedule
Joshua:
I can get you a flight at Melbourne
Samantha:
That’s alright. I’ll just wait it out
Joshua:
Get to Melbourne and I’ll get you a flight in two hours
Samantha:
Mr. Kelly, that is completely un-
necessary. The project won’t be
delayed. I guarantee it
Joshua:
I’m not worried about the project, I’m worried about you
Samantha:
I’m doing just fine.
Joshua:
Good, get to Melbourne 11:30
I knew there was no point in arguing with this man. I called my mom to tell them ‘not’ to come get me, but that I was going to Melbourne, because Joshua insisted on getting me a flight. She said that was her kind of man and even if I was no longer interested in him, she’d want to meet him and thank him for taking care of her only child. She was such a sucker. He just wanted his project done, that’s all this was. I didn’t tell her she wouldn’t ever meet him, because we were nothing and wouldn’t be. He’d made that clear.
The weather was not so bad, that the taxi drivers weren’t on duty, so when I mentioned Melbourne, they gladly accommodated my request and had me there in one hour. When I arrived, I asked the attendant if my name was on the list for a flight. She gave me a bored, ‘no.’ I texted Joshua to see if he booked the flight yet, he said yes and told me what gate to go to. I waited for about thirty minutes, before a plane landed at the gate and the attendant asked me my name, if I was here with Kelly International and told me to head out to the plane. He took my bags and I walked to the private plane. It was so elegant. There was chrome paneling around the inside of the aircraft, comfortable chairs, private rooms, a food tray with fruit, avocado slices, guacamole, chips and water. My favorite things! I wonder if he told them that.
I sat down, grabbed some food and started to eat, and that’s when I smelled the ocean. He was here. I turned around to see him standing in the doorway looking at me.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“It’s my plane,” he replied.
“I know, I just didn’t expect you to come. Um, I’m sorry. Thanks for doing this, but Vicki could have really handled it and I could have worked via the phone and email.”
“I told you, I’m not worried about that, I was worried about you being stranded. What were you doing in Florida, anyway?” He sat down next to me and ate some of my chips.
“I came to visit my family. I haven’t seen them in months.”
“Ah, nice visit? You have a beautiful tan and I like your hair.” He smiled.
“Thanks. It was a nice visit. It was good to relax and not have to worry about things.”
“I hear that. I need to take a vacation too, I think I will when this is over. Where do you think I should go?”
“No idea. Depends on what type of weather you like.”
“Ahh, I’m not sure I’m too particular about the weather. I want to relax, rejuvenate and revive myself.”
“Sounds good.”
“So, where would you go if you could go anywhere?”
“London.”
“For a vacation?”
“Yeah. Um, what are we doing here? Having small talk?”
“Yeah, you can’t have small talk with me?”
“It’s not that I can’t, but I’d rather not. You know, I appreciate you coming all the way down here to help me out, but it was unnecessary and I don’t want to have to owe you anything or have friendly conversation, I’d just rather…”
“Keep your distance.” He finished for me. “Like you’ve been doing for the past two months.”
“Yeah, like we’ve," I emphasized, “been doing for the past two months.”
“I see.”
“Is there a private room or someplace I can lie down? I’m really tired and would love to sleep, since I have to be at work tomorrow morning.”
“No, you are off tomorrow.”
“What?” I turned to look at him, “No I’m not.”
“Samantha, you might get home around three in the morning, there is no way you can get up by six, do your routine and be fully functional tomorrow.”
“So, then why the hell did you come all the way down here to pick me up, if it’s not for work?”
He stared at me, but didn’t answer.
“Ugh,” I stood up, grabbed my tray and opened every door, until I found one with a bed.
I nibbled a little more on my snacks, got in the queen-size bed, and pulled the covers over my head. This man was giving me a headache.
Overbearing, bossy, ridiculous, sexy, and a stimulating jerk.
JOSHUA:
Why the fuck did I grab the company plane and fly two hours away to get a woman who I clearly irritated, but couldn’t get out of my system? Shit, if I knew. I sat looking out the window at the dark skies, wondering what laid in store for her, for me and for us. Could there be an ‘us’? Had I annihilated us completely? God I hope not. The plane experienced some slight turbulence and I immediately thought of Samantha. Was she okay, was she scared, how was she feeling? The same reasons I came here, I realized, I wanted to know that she was okay, let her know she was protected and if I had anything to do with it, I’d move all heaven and earth to make sure she would remain that way.
Before I realized it, I went to the room she was in, opened the door and climbed in bed behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, because I wanted her to feel safe, but I also wanted to feel whole again. I inhaled her scent and immediately relaxed.
“Joshua,” she sleepily murmured.
“Yeah, mama, I’m right here,” I replied against her neck. I lay a small kiss there.
“Okay,” she sighed and went back to sleep.
God she felt so good. What the fuck was I thinking, torturing myself by keeping us apart, trying to wait for this whole Stark business to be over with before I would claim her again? No more. I’d have what’s mine. That was my final thought as I drifted asleep with my woman in my arms.
Two hours later, the attendant woke me up to tell me we were back in D.C. I picked Samantha's sleepy body up, put her in the limo and drove her to my penthouse. She stirred a little, but remained sleep as I carried her to my bed. I removed her clothes, turned off our phones and I joined.
The next morning, I was awakened by a sudden jerk.
What the fuck?
“Joshua, wake up?”
“What,” I murmured.
“Wake up, wake up.” She shook me. “What happened?”
I leaned up on my elbows and saw Samantha had the sheet wrapped around her body, covering her front. “What happened with what?”
She pointed between the two of us and said, “Us, what happened?”
I grabbed the sheet and said, “nothing yet, now go back to sleep.”
“Joshua,” she shrieked. “What are you doing? We can’t do this.”
“We haven’t done anything and the last time I checked, I can do what I damn well please.”
“Where are my clothes?”
Oh no, she wasn’t leaving.
I lunged for her, grabbed her by her waist and turned her body into mine, so her front was to my front. “I’m going to tell you this once, I’m tired and I want us to sleep. Now are you going to lie down like a good girl?”
I swear her eyes twinkled at that. I knew she liked it when I talked dirty or used terms of endearment, but the look she was giving me now made me forget how tired I was, but how much my cock missed her sweet
hot pussy.
She didn’t answer me, right away. So, I asked again, “Are you going to lie down like a good girl, or will you be a naughty girl for me?”
Yup, her eyes twinkled and her nipples became instantly hard. I wanted to suck them, shit I was going to. Those were mine. I latched on to her brown nipple and started to suck. She yelped and arched her back, so I could get full access to those beautiful breasts. I stopped sucking and said, “Answer me, now.”
“Yes,” she said hoarsely.
“Yes, what,” I asked back.
“Yes, I’ll be a good girl.” She blushed.
That’s my baby.
I latched on to her other nipple and started tweaking the moist one. She moaned and purred under my touch. Oh how I missed this. I started going lower to her stomach, towards her vagina and all of a sudden, she leaped up and made a mad dash for the bathroom. What the fuck? I got up to follow her, until I heard her retching and throwing up. I dampened some towels, pulled her hair back and put the cold compress on her neck. When she finished throwing up, I put the other damp towel on her forehead. She didn’t have a fever and she wasn’t overheated. It might have been the stress of the airplane, the different food and sudden climate change.
“Want me to call the doctor?”
"No, I just want to lie here for a while," she said as she went to lie on the bathroom floor.
“Nope, let’s get you in a luke warm shower.” I lifted her up.
“I’ll be fine.”
“Samantha, you’ll feel better after you shower and brush your teeth.” I brought her to the shower and she stood there staring at her toiletries. Maybe because they were still there. I stripped us of the few clothes we had on, turned on the faucets and started to bathe her. She still wasn't looking good, but she held on to me as I washed her. I dried her off and carried her to bed so she could rest. I watched her sleep peacefully for about an hour. She looked up at me with unfocused eyes and asked how long she had been sleeping. I told her and she shook her head.
“I must have really been tired from the drama and flight.”
“Yeah, next time we’ll use my plane.”
“Next time?” she scoffed. “I most certainly will not use your plane next time.”
“We need to talk.” I said.
“Apparently, we do,” she said as she sat up, scanning the bed for something.
“What are you looking for?” I asked.
“My clothes.”
“We don’t need to have this conversation with clothes on, because there will be no running, escaping, or rain checks.” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“Fine, proceed.”
“We fucked up with breaking up. We shouldn’t have,” I continued.
“Okay.”
“So, let’s get back to us,” I said, matter-of-factly.
“Let me get this right. You think you can break up with me, not ‘WE.’ You broke it off with me, decide you are going to change your mind and say, ‘let’s ‘just’ get back to us?’” She raised an eyebrow at me, “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Samantha, I think it was mutual. You asked me to leave.”
“Yeah, after you said, ‘maybe we should be only business partners’ – there was nothing else for us to talk about.”
“Well, because you were drilling me, you didn’t believe me, and I felt like you were just picking on little things and making them bigger. So, I figured, it was a good thing to have us apart for a while, at least while we are working on this project together and then we could pick up where we left off.”
She burst out laughing. I hadn’t said anything funny, but apparently, she thought something was humorous. Once she gathered herself, she said, “You are a damn piece of work,” she got up, took my shirt off and grabbed her own.
“I cannot believe you. I mean, are you shitting me? I was drilling you about the fact that you belong to a BDSM club but didn’t tell me about it, that you were married and didn’t tell me about it, that you were a master and didn’t tell me about it, that you went to see my neighbor – probably wasn’t going to tell me about that either and you thought I was picking on things and trying to make them bigger. Well, excuse-fucking-me. That shit is rich.” She put on her jeans.
“Samantha,” I said as I got out the bed, “where are you going?” Exhaling, I went to her.
She chuckled. “You, my dear, have got to be kidding me.”
I went to hug her from the back, while she zipped her jeans. “Remember I said there would be no running? I mean that shit. We are going to fucking talk and we’re going to do it right now, because I am not going to live another day like I have been in the past two months.”
I sighed. I was getting sick of this shit. She turned around in my arms, because I was not fucking letting her go. There was a tear in her left eye. I kept talking.
“I’m not doing this shit anymore. I’m tired Samantha.” I dropped my arms so she could get a visual of the weight I’ve been carrying, “I’m fucking tired of wanting you, not being with you, not kissing you, and not making love to you. Just barely getting a ‘hi’ out of you, but long detailed emails about shit that I could care less and you not in my bed, not talking to me, and not being yourself around me. I’m tired, Samantha. I will not do this shit another day.”
Tears were in both eyes now and she looked conflicted.
“I don’t know what to say, Joshua. I mean…”
“There is nothing to say. I’m not asking you a question, Samantha, I’m telling you what is. We aren’t doing this anymore. We’re going to be together and that’s the end of it. You can try to fight me on this if you want, but you are mine.”
She stared at me with her mouth open. I slowly raised my hands and closed her lips with my forefinger and thumb. She smiled.
“Samantha Wilde, speechless,” I quipped.
I ran my hand across her cheek, behind her ear and around her neck, pulling her to me. God, I missed her. She came without a struggle. I put my forehead to hers and whispered, “I love you, mama, don’t you know that?”
Tears started streaming down her face. I tried to kiss them away, but they were coming fast. I slowly started taking off her clothes, because I needed her in the worst way. Once her shirt was off, I unzipped her pants and pulled them and her panties back down, so she could step out of them. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, so I grabbed her ass with both of my hands and lifted her. I backed her up against the wall and ravaged her mouth. She started wiggling around my waist and causing my shorts to ride a little lower. I leveraged her against the wall and pushed my shorts down, so I could take her. Finally.
“Yes, Joshua. Fuck me,” she moaned against my lips.
I knew she was dripping, so I plunged right on home. I nearly came on impact. She felt so damn good, so warm, and so tight. I couldn’t move, because I wanted it to last, but she had me under her spell. She started moving up and down on my cock, so I just held her hips and let her move. Oh my God. She was tight.
“You stay wet for me, don’t you mama.”
She groaned, “Yes, so wet.”
“Your pussy is so tight, keep doing that.”
She slid lower on my hard cock – goddamn. “Slide up and down, up and down.”
“You’re so hard, I like it hard.”
I groaned in her neck, pulled her from the wall, and took her to the bed. I dropped her and slowly climbed towards her, while she stared at me with hooded eyes and her sexy ass legs open inviting me in. I missed her sweet taste, I wanted to get one taste. I crawled closer and licked the inside of her thigh. She squirmed, but I wrapped my arms around her thighs to keep her in place. Her glistening pussy exposed to me, legs around shoulders and then I went to town. First I latched on to her clit and she screamed. I sucked and sucked, until she started to murmur unintelligible words.
“What did you say?” I lifted my head.
“NOTHING,” she yelled, “Keep going.”
I smiled and kept going. She moaned
when I inserted one finger in her tight pussy, then another and she screamed when I started going faster. She rocked against my fingers and moaned, “I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming.”
I kept fucking her with my fingers, then I flicked her nub with my tongue a little faster, and she screamed out and erupted all over my hand. I lapped up her sweet juices and kissed those pretty lips once more before I put her to sleep. I didn’t wait until she recuperated, I just plunged in and fucked her like a wild man starved of food. She screamed and tried to catch up to me, but I didn’t really have a rhythm – I just needed my girl, desperately.
“Joshua,” she moaned.
“Whose is it, baby?” I asked while taking her.
“Yours!”
“No, baby, whose is it?”
“Yours daddy,” she purred.
I slapped her pussy and she erupted again, all over my dick, making me feel so good as she clenched down hard. I thrust in her three more times and came all in that tight pussy. God, I missed her. There was no way I’d let her go now.
Samantha let out a contented sigh and I collapsed on her. She wrapped me up with her legs and arms and we stayed like that, for what felt like an hour. Stuck in that moment with just us, having fucked hard, cum hard and trying to recuperate with no words exchanged. It felt good, felt like where I belonged. In my woman’s arms.
Chapter 19: Our Secret
SAMANTHA:
After our wild ride, we fell asleep for another two hours. I was glad it wasn’t just me that he put to sleep. I took private joy in putting him to sleep too. Joshua finally let me leave to go to my own apartment, but only because he was coming over later to spend the night. He said he wanted to christen my place as well as his. He was extremely intense and I got the feeling that he was being that way because he didn’t want to give me any wiggle room to escape him. I didn’t want to run this time, but I did want to discuss how we were going to act at work. Hopefully, he’d be on board with my plan.
“Joshua, I want us to be together to, but we have four more weeks, well 19 days before we will be done with this project. I do not want to jeopardize this.”
He looked at me as he ate my guacamole that he brought for me. Apparently, he was becoming a fan of the green treat. “Okay, so what are you thinking?” he finally said.