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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.
