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The drive home was uneventful. I took a break from pondering the mystery of the missing cufflink so I could just get rid of the pounding headache between my brows. Pulling into the ranch was a comfort but short-lived. As soon as I entered the house, I headed to the back office to find Brandon. “Hey, man, I’m missing a cufflink from my jewelry box. Has anyone been in my room?”
Brandon looked puzzled for a bit. “Just Samantha. I can ask if she packed anything other than Mrs. Brooks’ clothes if you like?”
“No just send her to the master bedroom when she gets in. It may just be in one of the boxes. Ask the staff as well, someone had to have seen it somewhere.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Brooks.”
I was glad to have a reason to see Sam, although the missing cufflink was a problem. Seeing her beautiful face was at the top of my mind. I continued looking through drawers that were now half empty and waited patiently for Sam to find me.
I was sitting on the chaise in my bedroom closet when Sam walked in. “Good morning, Mr. Brooks.”
“Good morning, Sam.”
“How can I help you?”
I secretly liked being so close to her. She was quite attractive today in a low-cut blue blouse and a flowing white skirt that complimented her hips. Her presence aroused me in ways I hadn’t felt in a while. She made me nervous; I fumbled over my words and felt like a schoolboy with a crush. “Oh, I was looking through my jewelry box and noticed I am missing a cufflink. Have you packed anything on this side of the closet?”
She looked at me intently before responding, “I didn’t know you wanted me to pack anything from the jewelry box. I just focused on your wife’s clothes.”
“Okay. Can you help me look to see if it fell somewhere in here?” I was enjoying her company and I could sense the feeling was mutual. She was calm, sweet, and smelled like Marc Jacobs Dots; I loved that scent.
“Yeah, I can. Where would you like me to start?” Her voice soothed my aching head.
“Let’s just start on the floor, and then we can go through the boxes you’ve packed to make sure it didn’t fall in by accident.”
“Okay, sounds like a plan.”
She quickly dropped down on all fours and that’s when my thoughts went rogue. I could not take my eyes off her ass; she captivated my mind and I started to imagine what owning her body would feel like, and undressing her, stripping this beautiful woman naked in my master bedroom closet. She looked back to ask a question and I shifted my gaze quickly, feeling ashamed to have gotten caught gawking.
She stood up quickly. I wasn’t sure if it was because she was done or because she caught me staring. As she made her way to the boxes on the now empty side of the closet where a few of Victoria’s things still hung, her arm slightly brushed mine and it felt like a jolt to my spine. I wanted things to go further so I followed her over to the packed boxes. She must have felt my eyes watching her. She turned suddenly and was now face to face-with me. I reached out to keep her from falling over a packed box in her path. She grabbed my biceps and our eyes locked. I lost all sense of composure and gently grabbed her arm. She looked up at me seemingly in shock, but from the look in her eyes, I could tell she was just as interested as I was. I leaned in to kiss her and she pulled away slightly. I looked her in the eyes again and her resistance melted.
The touch of her soft lips made the bulge in my pants grow. I pulled her in closer so she could feel my groin get harder at her touch. We stood locked in the most intense kiss for what seemed like an eternity before I reached under her skirt to touch her wet pussy. She was as soft as I expected and a lot moister. That was just as much as I could take. I had to get inside her. I guided her to the oversized chaise in the corner of the closet and pulled her onto my lap. She unbuckled my pants while I admired her eagerness to get what she wanted.
When she finally guided me inside her, I felt all my worries disappear. She was divine. I enjoyed seeing her face distort from the pleasure. I had not been with anyone other than Victoria for the past nine years. Sam was different. She felt different and this excited me even more. At some point, I wasn’t sure when I started ripping at her blouse. I wanted to see her breasts as she went up and down. That was something that turned me on, and I wanted to be turned all the way on. I deserved this. I missed being intimate, and, right now, I wanted to be intimate with Sam.
I was able to get her blouse and bra off without much resistance and her perfectly shaped breasts were now exposed for my pleasure. I was captivated by the motion of her breasts going up and down, slowly at first but gradually increasing as she continued to enjoy herself. I was also getting more and more excited by her body clenching at me. It wasn't long before she erupted and she grabbed my chest to steady herself. I couldn’t take it any longer; her pleasure was so intense I exploded inside her.
We both lay silent on the floor of the master bedroom closet. I was reeling from the excitement of Sam's naked body next to me. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I improvised. “Do you want something to drink?” I felt like an absolute idiot after the words left my lips.
“No, but thank you.” She quickly got up and started getting dressed. I couldn’t help but steal a few more glances. She was more attractive naked and I felt myself fighting back another erection. She buttoned her blouse and quickly fixed her ponytail. “I think I should get back to the kitchen, they may be waiting on me to finalize the cabinet install.”
She left the closet and I closed my eyes. The last thing I need is to get sued by my contracted employee for sexual harassment.
I got up, got dressed, and started looking through the packed boxes for my missing cufflink.Where the fuck could it have gone?
CHAPTER 6
SAMANTHA
As I walked out of the master bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel like I was doing the walk of shame after a one-night stand. I was so self-conscious, I thought I might be seeing things. My eyes darted back and forth, up and down the hallway to make sure.Was someone watching me?Did they witness what happened in the closet? I was suddenly so paranoid. I didn’t see anyone, but I had that feeling you get when you are being watched. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me.
As I entered the kitchen, the carpenters looked my way and went back to work. I was completely frazzled. What happened back there? Did I just let my billionaire client take me in his master bedroom closet with his dead wife’s clothes as a witness? I could still feel his strong hands all over my body. I was mesmerized by him. I lost control the minute he touched me. How was I going to face him after this? Shit, what a fucking mess.
I went outside to think but I needed some space to breathe, so I got in my car. I closed my eyes, and the only thing I could conjure up was my dream of being the interior designer to the billionaires of Dallas going up in smoke. I may have lost my shot of getting referred in the future for this. Man, I really fucked this up. As I sat in my beat-up Buick, I started feeling more and more disappointed in my inability to resist Christopher Brooks.
It took me about forty minutes to get my head back in the game. I was an adult and I had to move forward. What was done was done. I wanted this handsome strong man as much as he wanted me. It happened and now I had to move on with the project. No remorse. Yet, in the back of my head, I had to admit I wished it would happen again. He was amazing and I would not turn down an opportunity to repeat having him inside me again.
I was quickly jolted back to reality by a knock on my car window. It was Brandon. “Sorry, Samantha, I didn’t mean to startle you, do you have a minute?”
