Page 23 of The Boardroom: Jonathan
She pulled me down to kiss me. “Fine, yes.”
I shook my head in disbelief, still laughing. “You loathed me, Sam, and you fantasized aboutthis?The whole time you hated me you’d spend hours fantasizing about me fucking you on theconference room table?”
“Hours? Please, Johnathan, don’t flatter yourself,” Samantha scoffed.
“You sure?” I whispered, raising an eyebrow.
Samantha ran a hand down my chest. “If you’re so confident about this, why don’t you just get on with it then?”
I slipped her panties off and flung them away. “Fine,” I said, smirking at her and kissing the inside of her neck. “We’ll see how long you fantasize about this when I’m finished.”
Samantha let out a desperate moan as I entered her, and I gasped as I began to move inside her. I covered her hand with mine, roughly pinning it against the cold wood of the table. After all these days of fighting and feuding and flirting at this very table, finally she was really mine, and I was hers.
If you had told me on the day I met Samantha Doyle, not all that long ago, that I would eventually fall for her, that I would let her into my mind, let her drive me insane with need for her, I would have never believed it. But here I was. Here I was with this very same woman, making love to her, tangling my fingers in her dark hair and running my hands over her breasts, listening to her sigh underneath me.
Just when I felt like I was starting to come close, Samantha flipped me over and got on top of me. I groaned as she rode me harder, and then faster. The sight of her moving over me, her body illuminated by the candlelight and throwing all sorts of scandalous shadows across the wall, was a sight I wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.
I brought my fingers down to Samantha and she moaned, still riding me with a vengeance. I felt her coming undone around me and I gasped at the sensation, throwing my head back until all I could see was the falling snow from out the window.
“I’m getting close,” I said, pleading her to continue.
“Hm…” Samantha said, running her hands across my stomach. “I’ve gotten all I need from you.” She smiled mischievously. “I could just stop here.”
I sat up in a single motion and pinned Samantha down underneath me. “I don’t think so,” I said, and she grinned.
I buried my face in her neck and kept moving inside her until I finished with a groan of pleasure. Samantha sighed as I rolled off her, and we spent what felt like an eternity staring up at the ceiling in joyous disbelief.
