Page 13 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

So here it was. This lovely, sweet, sexier than hell woman telling me I could take what I wanted, and yet my conscience tried to prevail. “I want this too, Samantha, but good God, Tori can never know.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

I kissed her again and then gripped her hip as I positioned my dick against her soft, wet, pink pussy lips. “Good Christ, you make me needy.” I sank into her and... fuck... it was like sinking into heaven. “Yes... Fuck, your pussy is tight.” Desire crashed through me. I relinquished my body to it, my head rearing back as I drove into her again and again.

Her breath came in pants as her fingers gripped my shoulders, and then her pussy gripped my dick like it wouldn’t let go. That was it. I thrust in, coming so hard I felt it down to the cellular level.

I slid the sleeve one last time down my cock, coming as the final images of that encounter flickered through my brain. It had been so fucking wrong and yet, for a time, I couldn’t stop, and she’d paid the price.

Once the orgasmic high was gone, I carried the toy into the bathroom, rinsing it out. I figured I’d probably be using it quite a bit with Samantha in the house.

I cleaned myself up and put the toy away and climbed in under the sheets.

"You're fucking insane, Henry."

But I was going to do this. I was going to make amends and help Samantha get back on her feet.

It wasno surprise that I woke from a dream about Samantha and a raging hard-on. I took care of it in the shower and then dressed for the day.

When I arrived down to breakfast, I let Mrs. Tillis, Knightly, and Caroline, my cook, know that I’d invited Samantha and her son to stay here with us until she got back on her feet. I watched their faces closely, wondering if they had any hint of my carnal thoughts about Samantha.

Mrs. Tillis nodded. "What Mr. Layton did to her is just despicable. It breaks my heart for her and Gwen, rest her soul."

Knightly nodded. "Miss Samantha definitely deserves better."

Carolyn smiled cheerfully. "That means we can bake more cookies."

Satisfied that they thought I was helping Victoria's friend, I headed to the office. As I looked through all the various positions of all the various media outlets I owned, I wasn't finding one that I could fit Samantha into. I’d figured out years ago that the Internet was going to be important, and so I had invested heavily in our online outlets and social media for all our print, radio, and online media.

Since I didn’t have anything open, I was thinking of how I could create a new position when my secretary buzzed me. "Mr. Banion, Samantha Layton is here. She doesn't have an appointment—"

"Send her in." A thrill ran through me that I would be seeing Samantha again. At the same time, it was quite possible she was going to turn down my offer. That would be best for everyone all around, but God, how I hoped she'd accept my help.

The door opened and Samantha walked in. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but a voluptuous woman in a charcoal pencil skirt and a powder blue silk top that I could just barely make out the lace of her bra through wasn't it. The polite thing to do would be to stand and greet her, but since my dick had gone full tilt, that wasn't going to happen.

I smiled and motioned to the chair at the front of my desk. "Samantha. How are you? Have a seat. Would you like coffee or something?"

She strode in, exuding confidence, and yet when I looked closely into her eyes, I saw nerves. "No, thank you. I'm sorry to just drop in like this, but—"

I waved her apology away. "Nonsense. You're welcome anytime. Did you have a chance to think about my proposal?"

She sat in the chair, crossing one leg over the other.

I sat up straight and attentive, clasping my hands together and resting them on my desk, giving her every ounce of my attention.

"I have. I'll be honest, Henry. It's hard to let go of the past sometimes."

My heart stuttered to a stop in my chest. She was going to tell me no. "I'm sorry for all that, Samantha. Really, I am. I wish you'd let me make it up to you."

She nodded. "If it were just me, I would decline your offer. It's very generous, but..."

I nodded. "I understand."

"But I have Pax to think about. I can't take on my father and raise Pax without a place to live and a steady job." She was going to say yes because it was best for her son, not because of me.

I could accept that. "You won't have to worry about a roof over your and Pax’s heads or a salary. You can focus on dealing with your mother's estate and your father."

"But I do need to know the terms of the job. What will I be doing and what would my salary be?"

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