Chapter Seven
April’s heart was in her throat as she hurried toward the elevator. What had she just done? Of course, she was attracted to Samson. Of course, she was a little drunk. But it didn’t excuse groping her boss.
She could be fired. He could take this the wrong way, and she might have to quit. There were so many possible ways this could go wrong that as she frantically pressed the ‘up’ button, she felt tears beginning to well in her eyes. April slipped into the elevator and breathed a thankful prayer as the doors closed. She just needed to go back to her room, take a very hot shower, drink a lot of water, and hope that she could find the words for a proper apology in the morning.
But the elevator didn’t go up. The doors began to open again.
April covered her mouth with both hands. No, no, no, no…
Samson stepped in, casting a shadow over her. All six feet, five inches of him. He stared at her for a moment, brow tented, as the doors began to slide closed. April felt a shiver as she struggled to find the words to fix this, but no words came. His large hands closed over her shoulders, and she felt herself growing warm and very still.
Then, to her incredible surprise, he leaned forward and kissed her. At first, her body froze. His lips pressed against hers hungrily and his hands squeezed as he pulled her closer. Just as he began to press into her, April’s body came to life, arching upwards into his. Her leg curled around his calf and moved up and down.
One of his broad hands moved down her back and she sighed softly, opening her lips. He kissed her again, their lips meeting in sync. He went after her upper lip while she kissed his lower lip, taking it into her mouth and giving it a slow, wet suck.
His touch was somehow both gentle and wild. Was he holding back? He seemed so strong, like he could scoop her up and whisk her away. Part of her wished he would.
“Wait, wait.” April put a hand to his chest and tried to catch her breath. She realized that the elevator was rolling to a stop around her floor. “Um, do you have…?”
Samson slid his fingers back through April’s hair. “One in my wallet. More in my suite.” He kissed her again tenderly. “Would you like to come up?”
“I…”
April knew she shouldn’t. She knew having sex with her boss would be a terrible decision. At the same time, there was nothing she wanted more. Her head spun from being so close to him. He had always made her feel a little off balance. Maybe that was why she had needed to keep him at a distance.
There wasn’t a sliver of distance now, though.
“I’ll take you to your room,” Samson offered, pressing the hold button.
“No!” April grabbed his shirt and tugged him closer again.
Samson broke into the widest, most joyful grin she had ever seen. April hadn’t realized that he could manage expressions beyond scowls, smirks, and smugness.
April lifted onto her toes and lunged to kiss him again. His hands lowered even further and soon were slipping under her dress. Her back hit the wall of the elevator and her legs curled around him tight as a vice. Their bodies had been calling out for each other, in scent, in glance, in some primal language that had sung inside April for too long without an answer.
Now that answer was digging into her thigh impatiently. The muscles between her legs throbbed in anticipation, wanting the unknown that was so close now. April cupped his face as they kissed, afraid this moment would slip away from her. She had never had this, nor been close, and no matter what the consequence, she wasn’t going to push Samson away now.
Too soon, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Samson swiftly, as though well-practiced, put her down and stood in front of her so she could pull her dress down before the old men coming into the elevator could see her pink lipstick-print underwear. Samson gave them a smile and a good evening, and April reached over and took his hand.
He rubbed his thumb along the side of her hand. Heart beating mischievously, April felt a little thrill. She was a bit afraid that the interruptions would cause Samson to opt out of this, but hiding it almost made if feel more exciting.
April was about to wonder if he felt the same when the two older gentlemen stepped out onto their floor. Samson turned back to her immediately and took her to him again.
“We don’t have time—” she began.
But then his hands were under her dress again, and his fingers were sneaking underneath her pink lipstick print panties and touching her in a way no one ever had. She made a high pitched noise that caused Samson to laugh, and she gripped him tightly. He stroked along the sides of her lips firmly, eliciting little gasps as his smile turned smug once again. His fingers, so broad and long, proved to be so incredibly dexterous that when the elevator stopped again at the top she was pushing herself against his hand.
“No,” she protested when he began to pull his hand back.
“I’ve got you, my little tease.”
Samson then picked her up and carried her out of the elevator into a long hallway.
“Samson!” she laughed.
“No one is up here but us anyway,” Samson assured her. “But you liked the idea of being caught, didn’t you?”
April wrapped her arms around Samson’s neck and nodded shamefully as he carried her into his suite. It was expansive, to say the least. The colors and furnishing were sharp and modern and the colors muted. The suite was practically an apartment. Her eyes roamed over the gray and cream décor as Samson began devouring her neck.
“Put me down,” she murmured.
“Mmm.”
They glided through a den, past a black and white marble kitchen and an office, and into a gorgeous bedroom with a king-sized bed. He dropped her back on the bed. Her chest grew tight as he climbed over her with a hungry look in his eyes. Was she ready for this?
He cradled the back of her head with his hand and kissed her forehead. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she said before she could stop herself.
Samson grinned and reached over the nightstand. A small square rapper appeared, and he tossed it on the bed before starting to unbutton his shirt.
“What’s that?” she propped herself onto her elbows.
Samson chuckled and pulled his belt off with a jerk. “Safety first.”
“Safety?” She picked it up and blinked at the Trojan symbol. “Oh.”
That should’ve been obvious. She was going to give herself away. Should she just tell him that she’d never done this before?”
But suddenly, Samson was naked in front of her, a paragon of raw sexuality. Sleek, strong, and completely erect. Her eyes grew so wide that they smarted. His body was beyond belief. April covered her mouth with her fingers. He laughed and stood with his hands on his hips, waggling his brows.
“See something you like, sweetheart?” he said as he rolled on the condom.
“I can honestly say… Holy fuck!”
Samson boomed with laughter and moved in to push her dress up again.
April kicked her shoes off. “Your shoe size must be insane.”
His fingers hooked under the hem of her panties and tugged them down. She wiggled her hips and bit her lip, heart pounding so fast she felt he hand to hear it. Within seconds, his eyes were roaming over her naked thighs, her naked… Well, one of her foster mothers had only ever referred to it as a cookie.
His hands rubbed over her thighs and he smiled as he met her eye reassuringly, as though he would always take care of her. She took a deep breath and slipped her dress over her head. He let out a whistle and leaned over to pepper a series of kisses up her abs, and then, after deftly unhooking her bra, gently cupped her right breast and began kissing there as well.
Each kiss, firm yet tender, made her quiver just a bit more. She could feel the twitching between her thighs as his gentle ministrations brought the heat in her to a rolling boil. Her hips bucked, needing this feeling to either escalate or stop, and she did not want him to stop. She wanted his kisses to devour her whole.
A moan rose into the air. She’d never felt anything close to this. But just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his fingers returned to the crevice between her legs. Warmth welled up and overflowed and pleasure shot through her whole body.
“Oh, oh my, oh God,” she babbled.
Samson’s hands gripped her hips. “We haven’t even gotten started.”
April let her head fall back, staring at the ceiling as she panted, and spread her legs. He pulled her hips forward, and she felt him enter her. His girth stretched her almost uncomfortably.
“Ah! Samson…”
“I’ll go slow, dear. Trust me.”
“I trust you.”
He held her as he began to move his hips. Slowly at first, and as she relaxed and wrapped her legs around him, he began to pump. He pressed close to her as he did so, kissing her intermittently and whispering sweetly about how good she felt and how much he’d wanted her.
Samson wanted her. Really wanted her. It had been almost impossible for her to believe that his teasing was based in something real.
She felt herself beginning to come a second time, and little needy noises came from deep in her throat. She clutched at his shoulders and curled her fingers through the back of his thick hair. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe or think. Her body gave in to his with an explosion of pleasure.
“Oh, Samson…. Oh my God.”
She drew in a sharp breath as his hips jerked forward one last time. He let out a roar, and a grunt, and then his muscles went slack as he seemed to crumble over her. This great man made weak between her thighs.
After he slipped out, he pulled the condom off, tossed it in the wastebasket, and lie next to her with a smile.
“You are so, so lovely,” he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. “I love your curves. Your thick thighs. I love how you smell…”
“It’s a copy of DNKY—”
Samson shook his head and laughed. “I did not mean your perfume.”
“How I smell? Oh!” April would have blushed if she weren’t already flushed and sweaty.
“I find it hard to believe that no man has ever told you how good you smell.” Samson nuzzled her neck.
“No.” April petted his hair, suddenly realizing again that she was lying naked, and much less buzzed, with her boss. She curled over on her side and draped her arm over her breasts.
“Feeling shy now? You’re the one who groped me in the bar.”
“I know, I just…”
“This won’t affect you in the workplace, April.” He kissed her nose. “We had a good time, and I adore you. I promise that you won’t have to give up your employment for this.”
“As long as you promise. Can I get that in writing?” she teased.
“I’ll write it on the hotel stationery. Mm.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re so tight down there. It must have been some time. You came three times!”
“Maybe you’re just amazing in bed. I hear tell that you get around,” April said, trailing her fingers over his abs.
“I do indeed. But I can tell when a woman hasn’t been satisfied for too long.”
“I…” April looked up and met his eyes. She could see little gold flecks in the rich brown. “I haven’t ever been satisfied.”
Samson frowned. Then he blinked. Then he pushed himself up a little to look at her seriously. “You what? You’re a virgin?”
“Well, not anymore!” She laughed.
He did not laugh.
“Does that bother you?” April crossed her arms over herself.
“Not really. I might have taken more time if I had known.”
“I beat you out three-to-one. I think for this round, I definitely came out on top.”
Samson chuckled and wrapped her up in his arms. “You don’t have the experience to know this, but if the man you’re with doesn’t make sure you do, he’s not worth your time.”
His hand moved down the small of her bare back.
“Now that I think about it, I feel honored that I was the first to pluck this ripe fruit.”
“Hm. Yes.” April pressed herself against him and laid her head on his broad chest. “Thanks ever so much for plucking me. I was beginning to think I’d never get plucked.”
Samson rested his cheek against the top of her head. April couldn’t believe that this had happened. But at the same time, she was so very glad that it had. And before the evening was over, it happened twice more.