Samantha walks close, and I get even more agitated. She knocks her whisky back in one.
“Thanks for the kind words, really. One other thing,” she says, standing right in front of me.
“You need to control yourself. Me, I’m gonna sleep. It is late. And we have a big day tomorrow.”
Samantha then walks away as if it’s not a big thing.
As I look out the window, I see her in the window’s reflection. She walks into the bathroom with a small bag, and then she exits.
The huge bed is behind her, and she slowly removes her white shoes and then the chic white linen dress. She is now naked, and I growl inside.
She is still wearing the white scarf around her neck, and somehow, it makes it worse.
From her bag, she pulls out the cutest white lace panties. She pulls them on and looks at me. I try to look away, but it is clear she knew I was there and watching.
I walk around the suite, and then I sit in a leather chair. Slowly, Sam climbs into the bed, elegant and catlike. As she slips into the soft white sheets, I growl, hard. I then sigh in my dark navy suit.
I am beyond distracted. I want to slide in beside her, and I want to make love to her. I also want to fuck her like there is notomorrow.But I also want to stay focused, and I want to close on the deal.
I want the biggest entertainment and media company in the world, but I also wanther!
Ten minutes later,and still hard, I take off my suit. I hang it up, and exhausted, I climb into the bed. I stay on my side, and I am as hard as steel.
Inside my mind, I am climbing the walls, but I force myself to not move. I want to push the head of my cock inside her again, or at least bury my face in her and taste her.
She keeps her distance from me, and she is wise. I sigh loudly, trying not to imagine her on the end of my cock.
After a minute, she rolls over, and then she slides closer. My hard cock is now only a foot away, and if she kisses me now, I won’t be able to help myself.
She puts a hand on my jaw, and we are facing each other in the moonlight.
It is heaven, andit is hell.
Slowly and softly, she kisses me on the cheek. Our eyes hold, and we are both basically naked and wanting.
I know the universe is messing with me, and I know it is toying with me. Like I am a mouse and the universe is a cat. Another great cat like Tusk.
“Control yourself and go to sleep.”
I continue to stare at her, and I do not move. She is right; I need to control my urges. It’s just hard with her.
“Stop being stupid,” she says in a whisper. “And stop doing it.”
“Doing what?” I growl.
“Stop. Thinking. Of. Fucking. Me!”
She says it so softly and so sweetly, it is confusing. She kissesmy nose, and I sigh. My hard, aching cock is hungry, and it is a foot from her again.
“Now is not the time, Harry.”
I’m unsure what to think of that, but as she turns and offers me her back and butt, I am tempted to take them and mount her.
Sam slides away from me and returns to the far end of the bed. To where her pillow is, and where we are both safe.
I inhale, starting to calm. A minute later, as I lay on my back and look up at the moonlight, she speaks softly. “Sleep. Now.”
An hour later, I do.
