Page 17 of Choosing Samantha

“Thirty-four?”

“Rich. Handsome. Really good at what you do.”

“I’ve had opportunities. I didn’t trust them.”

“And you trust me?”

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.” I touch her cheek. “This doesn’t happen because of the agency,” I say. “It doesn’t happen because I paid for your time. If I kiss you, it’s because you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“Say it again.”

“I want you to kiss me, Arch.” I lower my mouth to hers. Our first kiss is gentle and sweet, the perfect first kiss—the second is nothing like the first. Our mouths crash together as she grabs my coat and stands on her toes, letting out a soft sound that makes me lose control. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close, deepening the kiss. She’s warm, trembling, and incredibly sweet. She breaks the kiss, pulling back. “Come upstairs,” she whispers against my lips.

“Samantha.” I groan, knowing what she’s asking and that I can’t say no, even though that would be the responsible thing to do.

“I’m sure.”

I rest my forehead against hers. “If we go upstairs, I might not be able to leave.”

“Then don’t.” She presses her lips to mine, telling me without words what she wants.

Without hesitation, I pick her up bridal-style and carry her to her apartment, never breaking the kiss.

I've never taken my clothes off so fast as I did after I carried Samantha into her apartment and stripped her bare, laying her on the bed and fanning her hair out on the pillows, just as I've been dreaming. "You're so beautiful, Samantha." I run my hand through her hair.

I capture her mouth with mine, loving the feel of her tongue against mine. I kiss my way down her neck to her breasts. Her tight nipples are begging for my mouth. Giving in, I take one deep into my mouth and suck hard, making Samantha moan. "Yes, Arch. Harder."

I give her what she wants as I suck her nipple hard enough to leave a mark. The thought causes some pre-cum to leak out of my cock.

Fuck I need to be inside her now.

I reach between her legs and finger her pussy soaked with need. I run my fingers over her clit, pressing against the sensitive nub, watching as her body jerks at the contact. "That's it. Come for me, Samantha." I thrust a finger inside her, and she falls apart around it, soaking my hand with her release.

"Are you ready for me?" At her nod, I line my cock up at her entrance and slowly push forward until I break through her virginity and bottom out inside her. Her pussy squeezes me so tight I'm not sure how long I'm going to last. It's a good thing we will have a lifetime to make this last longer.

I rock my hips back and forth, testing my limits, when Samantha moans in my ear, "Arch, please. I need it hard and fast this first time. We can go slow next time."

I give in to her command, snapping my hips back and forth with such force I'm afraid I'll leave bruises on her skin. We're both so lost in the feeling it isn't until she's shouting her release in my ear that I let up on my thrusts, only to follow her over the edge with my own release. After our bodies stop shaking from our joint climax, I roll onto my back, taking her with me.

“I thought it would feel different,” she murmurs against my chest.

“Different how?”

“Less important.”

I kiss her forehead. “It was important to me.”

“To me, too.” Eventually, her breathing slows as she curves her body around me so trustingly.

I stay awake, holding her, and wonder how someone who had guarded himself for so long could let his guard down in just one night.

At four seventeen in the morning, my phone vibrates—Miles’s name appears above a BlackBox emergency code. I ease out from under Samantha and answer the call in the hallway. “What happened?”

“The Frankfurt data center has been compromised. It’s worse than the initial report suggested. The client’s demanding you in person.”

“How soon?”