Page 22 of The Boardroom: Jonathan
“Night.”
Oh, God. Here we go.
With the exception of the emergency security lights, that were now dimming, we were in total darkness. However, I could still see Samantha’s outline under the covers. Even across the barrier of pillows, I could feel the heat radiating from her and smell the jasmine and vanilla scent of her shampoo. Up close, and with nothing else to think about but her in the dark, I was starting to go crazy.
Samantha possibly had started to drift off, and occasionally made a sort of light, breathy, yawn that bordered on erotic, and I had to focus to keep myself from getting too aroused. I rolled away from her and sighed. I hated this feeling, this anxiety that someone could be around me and all of a sudden, I could lose control of myself…my feelings, my body, my power. Samantha was the first person I had met in a long time who had challenged my authority, and I realized maybe that’s why I couldn’t stand her so much when I first met her.
I sat up on the side of the bed and held my head in my hands and groaned.Shit,how was I going to sleep in this bed for the rest of the night without losing my mind? I was about to go back to the other couch when…
“Are you awake, Johnathan?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, lying back down next to her. “Just those energy drinks, I guess.”
“Me too,” Samantha complained. “It’s like your body is exhausted but your mind is awake. It’s a weird feeling.”
“Weird indeed,” I added, and a long silence followed.
“Johnathan,” Samantha said, bringing her face up close to mine. “It’s important to me that you know that I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, okay?”
“I’m glad,” I said, and my words tumbled on out before I could think. “Because I really like you, Sam, you know that?”
Samantha smiled at me, her eyes still bright and lovely even in the near dark of the office, and she raised her hand to my cheek, stroking my face slowly as she looked into my eyes.
“I thought you liked Amy,” she said, laughing a bit.
“Amy?” I said, laughing. “Your assistant,thatAmy? I mean, she’s certainly not bad looking, but…” I swept one of my hands through Samantha’s hair and cradled the back of her head. “But no one quite infuriates me like you, Samantha.”
“And,” Samantha said with a breathy gasp. “I assume infuriates is a good thing.”
I suddenly pinned Samantha down on the mattress and looked in her eyes. “Oh, darling, you have no idea.”
I kissed her ravenously, sighing at the feel of her plush lips moving against mine, and only then did I really understand how much I wanted her, how much I wantedthis.Samantha responded enthusiastically, running her long fingers through my hair and tugging me closer to her. With that one kiss all of our walls came crumbling down, the dam that we had built with our fights and petty arguments could no longer sustain the desire we had both denied for so long, the frantic need we had for each other that had always slowly bubbled underneath the surface. I ran my hands across her body, I couldn’t get enough of her, I would never be able to pull her close enough. Samantha got to work on the buttons of my white work shirt, discarding it on the office floor with a flick of her hand.
Samantha sighed as I ran a hand up her leg. “I can’t believe we’re…” she traced her fingers across the golden expanse of my chest. “I can’t believeI’m…after everything.”
“Do you still want to?” I asked.
“Oh god, Johnathan,” she said, pushing herself back up and crawling into my lap. “Yes.”
As we kissed, I reached up under Samantha’s skirt and tore her pantyhose off, ripping them on the way down.
“Oops,” I said with a smirk, holding the ripped pair up for her to see and then tossing them behind me. Samantha barely seemed to notice and pulled me down to her again.
We kissed each other with the kind of aggressive enthusiasm only two people who had once been bitter rivals could conjure up. I found the zipper on the back of Samantha’s black pencil skirt and slid it off her legs to find a practical, but still ridiculously sexy, pair of dark red lace panties underneath. We continued to slowly strip each other down until Samantha was left in her mismatched lingerie, her red panties and black bra, and I was left with just my gray silk boxers. We kept kissing each other madly, and neither of us could resist flipping each other over from time to time in our endless war for dominance, the war that had covertly followed us into the bedroom.
Suddenly Samantha pulled me up, and I smiled eagerly as she dragged me out of bed and into the conference room where we had labored the early part of the day away.
“What are you doing?” I laughed, still shaky with breath from her kisses.
Samantha ran one of her neatly manicured hands over the tent in my boxers and backed herself onto the mahogany conference room table. She laid herself down slowly, spreading herself across the middle of the table, and I knew what she wanted.
“It’s…always been a fantasy of mine…” Samantha explained, the dark wood highlighting all the curves of her porcelain skin.
“The doing it on a table, or the me doing you on a table?”
Samantha shook her head and giggled. “This always comes back to your ego, Torver, I swear.”
I crawled onto the table and leaned over her, looking into her eyes with a cocky smirk. “Tell me.”
