Chapter 31: Chapter 31

Soft, feathery kisses fluttered along Sam’s shoulders, causing goosebumps to pebble on the sweat dampened skin, pulling her from a pleasant after sex stupor. Ryan’s warm, hard body spooned hers from behind, an arm keeping her anchored to his body. She forced heavy eyelids open, nearly catatonic from the last orgasm he’d given her - her fifth in the space of a few hours.

“Awake?” His words were a sexy rumble issued from somewhere deep in his chest, hot breath caressing her ear and sending pleasurable shivers down her spine.

She let out a moan, arching into him, cheek grazing his stubbled jaw. “Mmm, barely.”

He cupped her chin, turning her head so he could capture her lower lip between his teeth, sucking the soft flesh into his warm mouth before giving her a slow, languid kiss. His erection, hard and ready nudged against her bottom and Sam’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Already?” They’d done it three times already, the last one less than fifteen minutes ago and he was already raring to go again? She narrowed her eyes at him in teasing suspicion. “Did someone take a little blue pill or something?”

“Tired?” Propping himself on an arm, Ryan raised an eyebrow, lips stretched in a smug smile even as his fingers traced a wicked path between her thighs, the smile widening when he found her wet and responsive to his touch.

Her breath quickened as he stoked the flames once more, sending waves of the most delicious pleasure shooting through every nerve, her legs opening wide to give him full access.

"Guess not," Ryan chuckled, eyes glinting in smug satisfaction as his gaze swept over her flushed skin, satisfaction giving way to hunger. He rose over her, his appreciative gaze sweeping over her as she lay panting softly underneath. “I can’t get enough of you, Sam.”

Hooking an arm around his neck, she leaned up and kissed him again, the kiss getting hotter and dirtier with every sweep of their tongues. Suddenly filled with a need to be in control this time, she settled her hands on his shoulders and pushed. Breaking the kiss, Ryan obliged and settled back against the pillows while Sam straddled him. She reached between them and gripped his shaft, guiding it to her, rubbing the smooth, blunt head over her slit, gasping in pleasure each time it brushed against the little nub. She met his eyes, dark and intense, jaw twitching from the effort of holding back while she played with him to her satisfaction.

Eager to taste him again, she leaned down and ran her tongue over his pecs, the salty manly essence of him filling her taste buds and driving her crazy. She jerked her hips faster, basically using his shaft to get herself off, head flung back, little ecstatic cries spilling past her lips.

Finally, when she was so close to the edge, she quickly helped him slide on protection and lowered herself fully onto him. Twin groans filled the room, as he slid into her wet heat, her body readily taking all of him, his fingers digging into her hips, drawing her down until she felt him fill every inch of her.

“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, eyes closed and began rocking her hips as she set a slow, sweet pace, determined to take it slow this time. “I love the way your cock feels when it’s moving, god, I can feel you throbbing.” Her eyelids fluttered open and she met the dark intensity of his gaze, not missing the clenched jaw or the vein that stood out on his forehead from the effort of holding back. “You want to fuck me hard and fast again, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he punctuated his words with a hard thrust that nearly made her lose a grip on reality. “But, this one’s your show, Princess. Take me anyway you want.”

And she did, her movements gradually speeding up as she hurtled them to the edge of climax. Balancing her hands behind her on his thighs, she used the leverage to move, crying out when his shaft hit just the right spot.

“Oh yes, there...right there!” With a cry she went over the edge, head thrown back, toes curling from the force of her orgasm.

With a growl, Ryan gripped her hips and moved, turning them so she lay on her stomach, ass in the air. He positioned himself between her thighs and thrust back in, all tenderness gone as he pounded into her from behind. Still caught up in a high, Sam’s instincts took over, their movements falling into sync, moaning when he reached between her legs to touch her, another climax rapidly building with every stroke of his thumb on her pleasure nub, of his cock gliding within her. She reached her peak just he slammed into her one last time, his entire body rigid and quivering from the force of his release.

Boneless, Sam collapsed on the bed, barely aware of Ryan doing the same beside her. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close, their harsh breathing mingled, limbs entwined.

She thought she heard Ryan murmur something that sounded like 'I’m in trouble,' before sleep claimed her and she forgot all about it.

Over the next couple of days, one thing Sam hadn’t counted on while finally indulging in no strings sex with Ryan, was how damn difficult it would be to act normal at work.

It wasn’t due to any awkwardness, or regrets - those she would have been able to brush aside fairly quickly. No, the problem was maintaining a cool, professional veneer in front of their colleagues and especially their two highly observant assistants, while trying to keep their hands off each other.

By mutual agreement, they'd both decided to avoid hooking up in the office, since the risk of getting caught was way too high to justify a few moments of pleasure, but dear god, it was hard. Especially when he looked her way with those knowing eyes, catch her off guard with a look that promised yet another evening of steamy, toe curling sex.

The exact same look he was now giving her from across the conference table where the management staff were having a meeting. That look that sent heat straight between her thighs and made her lose track of the presentation Mabel Harris, the chief civil engineer was giving on one of their ongoing projects.

Of course, it didn't help that the woman kept using terms like 'steel erection' to describe the construction work; words that brought to mind images of a certain man's erection and the things it had done to her body.

Goodness! She squirmed in her seat, feigning interest in the contents of the tablet in front of her, hoping no one noticed the heightened color in her cheeks or the way her breaths came a little bit faster. One would think after spending the whole of yesterday evening entangled in raunchy sex, that her libido would be satisfied. But apparently not.

She risked a glance across the table to where Ryan sat, leaning against the chair in a lazy slouch, black tailored suit jacket unbuttoned to show a light blue shirt and grey tie, one hand idly tapping a fountain pen against a white legal pad while the other stroked his chin - the perfect image of an irresistibly gorgeous young bored executive. It struck Sam how every outfit he owned seemed to bring out his best qualities, be it faded workout clothes...or simple tan briefs that lovingly cupped a very impressive equipment.

Ryan's grey eyes were trained on her, desire flickering in their depths. Catching her gaze, a slow seductive smile spread across his lips and she felt herself flush, the room temperature suddenly rising by a few degrees.

Thankfully a quick glance at the twenty occupants showed everyone's attention seemed to be on Mabel, including Lola's who had recently taken to glaring at Sam every chance she got.

Picking up her phone, she typed a quick message.

Sam: Stop it.

His phone, which lay on the polished tabletop vibrated and he picked it up, his expression carefully neutral as he read the two words. Without looking her way, his fingers moved over the screen and a second later, his reply showed up on her screen.

Ryan: Stop what, Princess?

To allay suspicion she waited five minutes, eyes focused on the presentation before replying.

Sam: Don't play coy. You know what I mean.

Minutes passed, during which they both pretended to be listening before he responded.

Ryan: Can't help it. Blame steel erections and pipe drilling. We should get together later and discuss these drills while I show you my steel erection.

Sam fought the urge to giggle as she read the text, lifting her gaze instead to see a smug smirk on his face. The whole subtle text thing was so hilariously juvenile and reminded her of secondary school days when she and her best friend, Rhidi had passed secret notes in class, talking about everything from crushes to first kisses. Only now, she was exchanging questionable texts with the man she was sleeping with and getting all hot and bothered by his words.

Sam: Do you have one now?

He shot her a pained look with raised eyebrows and this time, she couldn’t quite stop the small chuckle that bubbled from her throat. The room fell into silence as twenty pairs of curious eyes landed on her, and Sam wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

What was I thinking? This isn’t secondary school, Sameera and you’re not a love struck naive teenager anymore. Pull yourself together before you lose your damn job.

“Here, drink this.” Ryan broke the silence, pushing his coffee mug, which had been sitting by his elbow across to Sam. “It’s a bit cool now, but it’ll help soothe the irritation in your throat.” He looked over to where her assistant sat. “Jane, get Ms. Bhaat a glass of water, please.”

“Yeah, okay.” The assistant hurried off, her exit causing the attention to shift away from Sam.

Taking her cue from him, Sam forced a cough and lifted the mug to her lips. Like he said, the coffee had cooled down considerably but she took a sip nonetheless, grimacing at the bitter taste. She wasn’t a fan of coffee under normal circumstances and coupled with the way Ryan took his - straight with no cream or sugar - it was all she could do not to shudder in revulsion.

Honestly, what did people see in this? Give her sweetened tea over coffee any day please.

Over the rim, she saw Ryan wave at Mabel to continue talking and she shot him a grateful smile which he returned with a knowing grin. Feeling a prickle on her skin, she looked to his left to where Lola sat, staring at her with an unreadable expression. She didn’t look away even when Sam held her gaze and for several seconds a staring contest ensued until Jane’s return with a bottled water caused Sam to look away first, uneasiness settling in the pit of her stomach.

That Ryan’s assistant didn’t like her was old news. From day one, the woman had been as helpful as a pair of ice skates on a blistering hot desert, but Sam had quickly learned that she basically treated most female members of staff that way. At first, she’d suspected the incident with the missing email to be the work of the assistant in a bid to stir up trouble between her and Ryan, but a look into the matter had shown that it had been an error with the internal messaging system the office used. Since then, Sam had brushed off any thoughts that the woman had a personal bone to pick with her, but in the past week, she’d noticed Lola was always watching her intently, as though she was suspicious and waiting for Sam to slip up.

Sam had no doubt Lola would only be too happy to throw her under the bus should she find any evidence and that meant Ryan and her needed to be extra careful. No more texting during office hours...today’s incident had nearly gotten then both in trouble.

They had already taken measures to keep their affair a secret. Even though she spent every evening at his place, they never left the office or arrived together and Sam didn’t sleep over, much to Ryan’s displeasure at first. But when he’d tried to argue, she’d pointed out that it would mean arriving at the office in the same vehicle, which would definitely raise eyebrows. He’d seen reason and reluctantly agreed, though still insisted on driving her back home himself rather than calling for an Uber.

Still, she warned herself to be careful. Her career was on the line and if Lola was on the lookout, they couldn’t take any chances.

For the rest of the meeting, Sam kept her eyes firmly glued to the screen, even if her mind still wandered into the gutter at the slightest mention of erections.

They dispersed by lunchtime, Ryan remained seated while he took a call and Sam returned to her office long enough to pick up her purse and redo her makeup. She was meeting Yash and Dee for lunch at a restaurant close to Mt. Sinai today, where she planned to announce her intentions to find her own place. The agent had shown her a couple of nice prospects, one in particular - a spacious two bedroom loft in SoHo - had struck the right note with her and she was hoping to have everything settled by the coming weekend.

She was nervous, wondering how Yash would take it. Even though he’d relaxed his overprotective big brother stance over the past year, there were still times when he acted up and she earnestly prayed today would not be one of those times. Still, if he did, she planned to deploy her trump card - Dee. Sam knew full well that the only reason Dee still maintained a separate place was because Sam lived there and she didn’t want to make things too awkward by moving in as well. With the little sister out of the way, they could live together and have all the crazy, marathon sex they needed. She knew Dee would like the idea and was counting on her to bring Yash around.

She’d just slid into the backseat of her car after giving the driver directions to the restaurant, when her phone buzzed, showing a text from Ryan.

Ryan: Just heard back from Caine. Where are you?

Curiosity slammed into her. And what? They’d both been waiting to hear back from James for two weeks now and she burned to know if the news was good or bad. Forgoing texting, she called him and he picked instantly.

“Well?” Impatience made her tone brusque but she didn’t care at the moment.

“Where are you?” Rather than answer her question, the infuriating man asked for her whereabouts. If glares could be transmitted through radio waves, Sam’s glare would have done some damage.

“I’m outside. Just got in the car.” she replied. “What did James say?”

“Hold on.” The call ended, leaving her staring at the screen in disbelief.

“What the…” With a muttered curse and a promise to knock him over the head when next she saw his stupid face, she made to climb out the car when the door was yanked from her grasp and Ryan’s face appeared in the open doorway.

“Move over,” he made a shooing gesture and Sam scooted over, allowing him to slide in and shut the door. The space seemed to shrink with his presence, her senses going into hyperactivity as she inhaled the heady scent of him and in that instant, she forgot her threats of causing bodily harm. As though aware of her thoughts, he cocked his head and her and grinned. “Hey gorgeous.”

“What did James say?” Forcing her mind to focus, she narrowed her eyes at him. Her driver slid behind the wheel and started the car, taking them into traffic.

His grin widened and that was all the answer she needed. Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh my goodness! You got the contract?”

“We got the contract, Baby.” he stressed the word ‘we’, pulling her into an embrace.

Too ecstatic to care about the driver, Sam willingly went into his arms, flinging her own arms around his neck as she let out a laugh. “I can’t believe it! Ryan, this is the best news ever!”

His gaze warmed as he pulled back slightly to look at her, arms still locked around her waist. “Yes, it is.”