by Tiffany Toto
“Samantha” he said as he gently seized her arm before she got in the cab. She turned to face him. He brought her close and kissed her on the lips. His kiss was strong and forceful, she broke away from him. “Alex, I’m sorry if I led you on in there, that wasn’t my intention…I am in love with someone else, he just doesn’t know it,” she offered. “Story of my life,” he said with a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong, I hope we can still be friends.” “Of course,” she promised as she got into the cab. He closed the door for her and waved her off with a smile that faded into a frightening glare as the cab drove off.
Chapter 10
Samantha felt pretty good, she had a slight buzz going from the tequila sunrises she’d had at the bar and more importantly, she was away from Alex, which was a big relief. She took a quick glance at her watch and figured the employees should be done cleaning and should be gone by now. As the cab pulled up there was not a car in the lot except for James’s. She had him drive to the bar side entrance of Pandora’s and she gave the cabbie his fare and a generous tip. She was relieved to have a key to the restaurant. She wanted to surprise James. She was prepared to confront him about her feelings. She was definitely up to telling him, especially feeling so sensuous.
She crept in quietly and locked the door behind her. She noticed the office light was on. She assumed he was finishing up his paperwork and waiting for her. She hoped he would come out and look for her. Most likely he already knew she was there. James just had that gift of feeling her presence. A plan of seduction was coming together in her head. She walked to the bar on the other side of the restaurant to fix herself a drink as quietly as possible. She went through two glasses of wine before he came out of the office. She kept him under close observation as she filled her third glass. The lights were dim as they usually were after close. She studied him as he stretched. As he looked at his watch she took a sip of her wine.
“I know you’re here, I felt your presence the second I walked out of the office. Come out; come out, wherever you are…” His head jerked hearing the click of her heels lightly tapping the hardwood floor. His attention was drawn to the bar where he saw her dim shadow. “How long have you been here?” he inquired, stealthily moving along the outside of the front bar. “Long enough to have a few drinks,” she admitted walking around the counter, allowing him a full frontal view of her.
“For the love of…” he began to say, getting lost in his own words, as would a child trying to read for the very first time. The ability to speak momentarily vanished as he watched her slide onto a barstool. Never before had any other woman been able to put him into shock, Samantha seemed to be making a career of it. He had never been more stunned in his life. He quickly pulled himself together approaching her as a panther would its prey, still hoping he had the upper hand, rambling through his thoughts to find something relevant to say.
“That’s quite a dress you have there,” he offered, examining her from head to toe as she leisurely crossed her incredibly long, smooth legs. He had never been more turned on by her than at this very moment. Containing himself was a task within a task.
“I’m glad you like it…you paid for it,” she said moistening her full lips with her tongue. Her eyes concentrated on his handsome face, and then narrowed on his lips. “Did I now?” She stood off the barstool, inches from his lips. Her heels gave her the extra height she needed. She slowly turned around toward him, making sure he got the full runway view. Worth every penny he thought, not even caring how much she spent on herself. She grabbed him by his shirt collar with both hands pressing her lips to his, taking him deeply in her mouth, lust overpowering her.
Gently releasing his lips from hers, he took in a deep breath. “I am pretty certain this isn’t in your contract…” His intent gaze rested upon her luscious full lips. She cursed her contract something fierce. A smug grin traversed the horizon of his mouth, hesitating before returning her kiss.
Incapable of restraining himself any longer he took hold of her by the arms and pushed her back on the barstool. James grasped her by the hips pulling her close, the spread of her luscious legs made her dress wander to the top of her thighs. Impetuously he repositioned her panties to the side, relentlessly wanting her feminine interior. She let out a stifled moan as he encouraged her exceptionally smooth, petite foundation with his fingers. Clinging against the bar for support a cry of delight escaped her. She moistened her brandy colored lips, she leaned her head back submitting herself to him. His other hand shred through the cloth that barricaded her sumptuous ample breasts.
“My dress…” she moaned. “I’ll get you another,” he promised, bringing his mouth to her nipple. The feel of his mouth, his tongue circling her sensitive nipple drove her into frenzy. While taunting her nipple with his tongue, sucking gently, he glided two fingers deep inside her, continuing to stimulate her intensely warm, feminine lips with his thumb as he leaned over her and took her mouth in his. His passion vigorous, he kissed her deeply. His tongue slid over the seams of her lips, urging her to open for him. She whimpered imploring for more. He broke the kiss and gazed into her eyes awaiting, her approval. She lifted her hand to his face and cupped it, running her thumb across his lips.
He bent down stealing another kiss, her lips ever so soft. He moved slowly along, running his lips down her neck, taking nibbles on the way, not leaving an inch of her tender skin unexplored. Her moans were inconsistent and heavy. He loved hearing them. He took her unbelievably delectable breast in his mouth again. Her hips began to rock back and forth as she pushed his fingers even farther inside. Her hands grabbed his arms and pulled him close, her eyes fluttered as her energy released.
Searching deep into her eyes, her intoxication stared vacantly back at him. He rested his head against her glistening chest fighting his conscience. The ricochet of her heartbeat was rapid like the white waters of the Colorado River, haunting the confines of his mind. The echoes in his head warned him of her intoxication, he couldn’t do this. He wanted her in the worse way, but not like this.
Not like this damn it!
“Please,” her mutter barely audible. “I need you; I need this, please…” Her gasping whisper burned his strapping manhood “I…I can’t do this, not like this Samantha…not like this.” He cursed himself for taking things this far. He loved her more than any woman he loved passionately in his lifetime, but he did not want it to be like this. He cursed himself again for having a conscience. She had passed out, her body lay limp against the bar counter. Scooping her into his arms, her essence continued its path of relentless seduction. He carried her over to the pool table closest to the bar and gently laid her down.
James cleaned up around the bar area and wiped the counters and stools down. Finishing up he walked back to the office to close up shop. He turned off the lights, closed the office door, and locked it securely behind him. He stared over to where she temporarily slept, probably the most uncomfortable surface possible and cursed himself again. He walked over to the front of the restaurant where his car was parked and unlocked the front door. He carried his personal items to his vehicle, putting them on the floor of the front seat. He then opened the back door of the car and walked back into Pandora’s. He went over to the pool table and gently picked Samantha up. Her body was motionless like a rag doll. He snatched her purse off the bar countertop and walked back to the door and pushed it open with his foot, walked to his SUV and lay her in his backseat. He was careful not to slam the door; he didn’t want to startle her. He walked back to the front door again, stepping inside briefly to set the alarm, flip the switch for the closed sign and lock the door.
James drove over to Samantha’s apartment and lifted her out, being as gentle as possible, making sure not to forget her purse. He finally reached her front door setting her down leaning her gingerly against the wall while he rifled through her tiny purse for her keys. He used his body to push open the door and his foot to close it since he carried her in his arms. James walked
slowly and carefully so he did not disturb anything in the apartment. He pushed open her bedroom door cautiously; walking to the bed while trying to avoid tripping on anything. He gently laid her on her soft bed and slipped off her heels one at a time then set them next to her bed. He covered her with the bedspread.
He was contemplating crashing on her couch as Baby jumped up on the bed beside her and brought a smile to his face. You’re all the protection she needs little one he thought to himself as he gave Baby a scratch on the head. He left her bedroom door open, but made sure to lock her front door as he let himself out. He was not sure if she would remember tonight or not. He knew one thing for sure. It was time for another nice cold shower. He cursed again. He had taken more cold showers since he had met Samantha then he had in his entire lifetime.
Chapter 11
The bright light of the morning sun trickled across Samantha’s face. She sat up and looked around the room, trying to remember how she got home, trying to remember the last thing she did before she passed out. Samantha closed her eyes tight. The memory of the night before plowed into her mind like a migraine. She put her hand to her forehead and flopped back on the pillows hoping last night was one continuous nightmare. The last thing she remembered were the drinks at Pandora’s and James finally coming from the office. Slowly she sat up again. She slid over to the side of the bed to go to the bathroom. She tripped over her shoes, landing firmly on the ground with a thud. Her laughter echoed throughout her apartment, now realizing her nightmare was true. She never left her shoes out. James must have brought her home. God he must think I’m a tramp, she thought to herself. She wasn’t even sure what happened, which worried her even more. She pushed herself up and trudged to the bathroom.
She looked worse than she felt, she noticed her dress was torn when suddenly everything became crystal clear. Oh my god… she thought as she sunk down against her bathroom cabinet in shock. The cold bathroom tile felt good against her warm body. What would she do when she had to face him? What does he think of her? She had to pretend it never happened. If he were a true gentleman he would never mention it. She was just upset with herself because she didn’t even remember if she enjoyed it or not. Enough self-pity she told herself as she stood up and peeled off her destroyed $1900.00 dress. She grabbed her robe from the closet and a towel from the bathroom shelf and stepped into the nice hot shower to wash away all her sins. Not that it was going to work but she felt it was worth a shot for at least her mental well-being.
She wrapped the towel around her head and slipped into her robe, rubbing the steam away from the mirror and telling herself it was a brand new day. A day she needed to start off by calling Tyler. She picked up her cordless phone and dialed him up. She told him everything that she remembered from the night before and he laughed. “I didn’t call you so you would laugh at me!” she told him. “Sweetie, I am not laughing at you; I am laughing with you, well except for the fact that you’re not laughing, but that’s beside the point. I knew you would eventually join the dark side of people who have sex!” Tyler loved relentlessly mocking her about her unintentional vow of celibacy.
“That’s just it, I don’t remember if we had sex. I swear I am never going to drink that much again,” she pledged. “Right…and I will marry a woman and have lots of kids. I have to go, Love; you’re not the only one who got lucky last night!” They hung up after a quick goodbye. She walked into her kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. She decided she was going to spend the day indoors, figuring out how she would face her boss…if she could.
James sat in his office tapping his pencil on his desk and staring blankly at the empty wall. He took a quick look at his watch. He stood up so abruptly he caught Roger’s attention. “I’m heading out early, Roger,” he said as he shoved all his papers into his bag. Roger looked at him like he was insane. James was a neat freak, never putting anything away that was not in order. James sure as hell never left early. A smile came across Roger’s face, James was in love. Finally! Roger thought.
James stepped out of the office, went back to the kitchen and had the cook prepare a full course dinner for two. He hurried to the bar and picked out a great bottle of wine and stuck it in the ice bucket, while he ran home to take a shower. He scrubbed every inch of his body in record time. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He shaved and put on his best cologne. He put on a pair of new blue jeans, a new blue polo shirt, he did a quick look in the mirror and he hurried back to the restaurant, by the time he got there his dinner was all packed and ready to go and his bottle of wine was extra cold. He stopped at a flower shop to pick up two-dozen red freshly cut, long stemmed roses.
James stood at Samantha’s door for several minutes before he knocked. She opened it wearing only her robe, obviously not expecting company. “James…what are you doing here?” she asked slightly embarrassed with her appearance. “I was tired of waiting for you to come into work, so I brought dinner here. I brought a great bottle of wine and these are for you,” James said as he handed her the roses. He walked right past her to the kitchen, setting the food bags on the countertop.
She looked down at her robe. Why bother changing? He has already seen me naked there are no secrets here. She found a vase and filled it with water for her flowers and joined him in the kitchen. She was quiet as she watched him pour two glasses of wine. “I think I have had plenty to drink in my lifetime. I humiliated myself enough, thank you.” Without hesitation he cornered her in between the cupboards and the fridge. The hitch in her breath revealed her sudden surprise; she was more turned on by his quick, unexpected actions. His arms blocked her from getting by. He leaned in within inches of her lips. His lustful vibes made her quiver. His pants did not conceal his established attraction for her.
“Why are you embarrassed, didn’t it feel good? Didn’t you like how I made you feel…the way my mouth felt on your lips…”? he whispered in her ear. “The way my tongue felt on your nipples.” He backed her directly against the refrigerator. Chills ran across her body from being against the cold icebox. Her nipples became erect as he brushed them lightly with his fingertip underneath her robe. He lowered his hand down her firm tanned navel to loosen her belt. His other hand removed the robe off her shoulders allowing it fall to the ground. Her breathing was jagged and quick. “I…I thought you brought dinner…” she stammered barely perceptible. His delayed response tormented her.
“I did, dessert comes first,” he whispered lowering his hand down between her legs. Repositioning her panties to the side, he caressed the outer layer of her tight skin. He glided his fingers gently inside to get her to open up to him. “That’s my girl, let me in…” James commanded in a deep taunting whisper. She obeyed his authority with little hesitation, vaguely spreading her thighs to let him in. Her eyes closed as she bit her bottom lip. Her head leaned back submitting to him.
Suddenly grasping her by her bottom with both hands, he eagerly lifted her up on the countertop. His aggressive actions were quick, yet gentle. Spreading her legs with his hips, he moved close. He felt her thighs tremble as he cupped her breasts, leaning forward to fondle her nipple with his tongue. He made his way down her navel; Samantha not resisting, yet encouraging him with her moans. James zealously stripped off her panties, cupping her thighs in his forearms and made his way to his destination, making sure that her pleasure took precedence over his. He scooped her up in his arms.
He swiftly carried her into the bedroom. This was the second time in twenty-four hours he held her in his arms. This time he was not walking away. He laid her on the bed positioning himself beside her. Sitting up on his elbow he ran his hand along her upper arm. He pulled her back and kissed her bare shoulder. He felt her quiver as chills ran through her body. He continued to kiss her shoulder working his way towards her neck. He rolled her over to her stomach, moving her arms above her head, smoothly and quickly. He sat over her, running his solid masculine but gentle hands from her soft, petite hands to her exceptionally
soft and curvy sides, not neglecting one inch of her creamy skin with his mouth. He was aroused by her scent and how faultlessly her curves molded to his touch. He sat up momentarily to remove his shirt. She slid his hands beneath her to lift her to him. Her bare back clung to his naked chest. He massaged her ample breasts and circled her nipples with the tips of his fingers using the dim light of the sunset to guide him. He was driving her insane, slowly kissing her neck with his heated lips. She turned her head to the side to meet his mouth with hers. It was the deepest most passionate kiss she had ever experienced. He teased her tongue with his. He cupped her breasts firmly in his hands and pulled her tight against his almost nude body.
He took in her beautiful mouth, her taste was so satisfying…he wanted more. The sounds of her pleasure were his encouragement. He slid his hand down her bare flesh, feeling every curve on the way. He reached down to her inner thighs, gently rubbing her soft silky mound with his hand. She was so moist and warm. He continued to stroke her between her exceptionally perfect thighs as he felt her rocking her hips back and forth. He felt another orgasm clench her. He pulled her even tighter to him so she would not get away. He whispered into her ear while he was enjoying her whimpers immensely. She reached her left arm behind her unbuttoning his pants with one hand as she cupped her breast with her other hand. He slid off his pants for her.