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  Michael refused to be rushed; he continued to give it to her hard and slow. If she didn’t break soon he was going to die of heart failure. “What happened to Sam today?”

  “I promised her I wouldn’t tell.”

  “Ah baby, she’ll understand that you couldn’t hold out.” He could tell that she was about to reach her peak when he pulled out of her once again. Her body was twitching as he slowly drove back into her.

  “SamanthabrokeupwithBrianaftershecaughthimwithanotherwoman.” Even to her own ears, she barely seemed coherent.

  With his iron control, Michael began to move a little faster. “Is Sam alright?”

  “Yes, yes, I’m coming!!” Jenna arched her back as her climax took over.

  Michael began to lose control as Jenna’s wetness gushed out of her. Damn he would never get enough of his woman. He kept shooting load after load of his seed deep into her hot core.

  Jenna was exhausted. “I tell you one thing if I ever catch you with another woman I really will kick your ass.”

  Michael chuckled and put her head on his chest. “I know you will baby, I know you will.”

  ***

  Chapter 2

  It was 8:45 and Samantha was running behind. The continental breakfast began at 7:30. She would stop by the banquet room and grab a roll and some juice. If she hurried she could still make it to the main ballroom for the opening of the conference.

  It didn’t help that she was staying at the Hyatt down the street, all the rooms at the Chicago Hilton had been booked months in advance. She would have taken a cab, but it was faster walking a couple blocks. Chicago’s blocks were long, what seemed like a couple of blocks felt like a mile. Now she felt hot and sweaty.

  She was really looking forward to the disaster conference. The last three she attended were held in Las Vegas. She was happy with the changed in venue. Vegas is a great town, but not when you’re alone. Really how many times can a person visit the Grand Canyon and Hoover Dam?

  The best time she had in Vegas was Jenna and Michael’s wedding. Despite her little hiccup today, Samantha really enjoyed attending disaster recovery conferences. They allowed her the opportunity to keep current in her field and keep track of colleagues she’s known for the last ten years.

  Samantha took a seat near the back of the ballroom. A few minutes later someone came in and sat next to her. The first thing she noticed about him was the scent of his cologne it was light and fresh, not over powering. The second thing she noticed were his hands: strong powerful hands with long thick fingers, she would love to feel them on her body.

  She also noticed his luscious full lips. As he raised his coffee cup her eyes slowly perused his face. Damn his deep honey skin looked so smooth. He looked at her and Samantha was embarrassed at being caught checking him out, but she couldn’t turn away.

  He was Asian and his beautiful eyes were so dark they appeared to be black. His hair was cropped close to his head and it had a serious wave pattern. If he let it grow longer it would definitely be curly. Oh man, she wanted to rub her fingers through his hair.

  Her musing was cut short with the introduction of the first speaker. The sexy man sitting next to her got up heading toward the podium. Samantha realized that she wasn’t the only female watching him walk to the front stage. Lord, he was tall; she never met an Asian who was taller than 5’9. He was really tall maybe 6’3 or 6’5, his walk was truly wicked; he sort of glided.

  Samantha looked down at her program looking for his bio. His name is Allen Archer, a self made man with his own company and many considered him a genius. He entered MIT at the age of sixteen, has several degrees, and even a PHD in engineering.

  She was reading the bio hoping to find out more about the man. Samantha couldn’t find the name or location of his company. Maybe he’s a situated here in Chicago. She found it interesting that with all the information listed there, it really didn’t say much about Allen Archer, the man.

  ***

  The first thing he noticed about her was her high firm ass. Oh, he liked legs and breasts too, but he was definitely an ass man. This beauty had it in spades. He was running late but he followed her into the breakfast hall just to watch her walk, she picked up a roll and a bottle of juice and made her way to the main ballroom.

  He saw several other male eyes watching the gentle sway of her hips. He frowned at them warning them off, he found her first. Fortunately for him she sat in the back giving him the opportunity to sit next to her. She had a citrus smell and her chocolate skin made him want to lick her from head to toe. Her long black hair cascaded down her back in spiral curls. He would love to see those soft curls across his pillow as he tunneled into her hot sheath.

  Oh shit he felt his erection rising, this was so not an appropriate time. He moved to the front of the room prepared to give his spiel about how technology would benefit the emergency management and recovery world. What he really wanted to do is talk the beautiful honey into having dinner with him.

  ***

  Samantha was mesmerized by Allen Archer’s speech. She could tell that he was a very confident man; a man used to getting his way. He mostly discussed the new technology and inventions that would make it easier for EMT and other emergency crews to do their jobs. At some point in his speech she felt as if he were speaking directly to her.

  “Excuse me Miss is someone sitting here?”

  Samantha looked up into a very attractive face without really seeing him, “I’m sorry that seat is taken.” Samantha put her purse in the chair to make sure Allen’s seat was saved. She looked back to the stage to find Allen staring at her with his piercing gaze. Evidently he was wondering if she was going to save his seat.

  She wasn’t a little girl, but Samantha realized that she was in over her head. Allen Archer had her creaming in her panties with a mere look. He’d probably steal her soul if she actually had sex with him. He finished his speech and after the question and answer period quickly made his way back to his seat.

  Allen sat in his chair and leaned toward the only person in the room who had his attention. “Okay where were we before we were so rudely interrupted. I think I meant to ask your name, where you’re from, and how long you’re staying in Chicago.”

  Samantha had to laugh. Allen was too much. His voice was deep and sensual a definite compliment to a highly sexual man. “Well first of all, my name is Samantha. I’m from the Midwest and I’ll be here for the length of the conference.”

  Allen smiled, but what he really wanted to do was cut through the cat and mouse games. He would love to haul Samantha over his shoulder and take her to his hotel room for two days of intense sex. If she were lucky maybe he would let her order room service. “You’re not good at giving information about yourself.”

  “I could say the same thing about you. Your bio gave very little information about the real man. Are you teaching any of the workshops? Are you staying for the full conference? Where are you from?” Samantha took a sip of juice while waiting for Allen to respond.

  Allen never wanted to be a bottle of juice in his life. At that moment he’d do just about anything to feel Samantha’s lips on his body. “No. Yes. I live in Washington.”

  Samantha had to get to the next session so she stuck out her hand for Allen to shake. “It was nice meeting you Allen; I hope to see you later this evening at the party.”

  Allen shook her hand and used his thumb to caress her knuckles and fingers. He heard the intake of her breath and saw the desire in her eyes. Whether she knew it or not she was primed, ready, and no one was going to pull the trigger but him. “The pleasure is all mine Samantha. I will definitely be at the party this evening and I want you to promise me that you’ll save me a dance.”

  Samantha didn’t mistake the lust in his eyes, if she wasn’t careful she’d be on the table with her skirt over her head begging him to take her. “I’ll think about it Mr. Archer.”

  ***

  Samantha waited at the party for two hours, but Allen didn’t
show. It wasn’t all a waste, she was able to catch up with a few acquaintances and she got a chance to dance. Her main reason for attending tonight’s party was to be with Allen.

  She had condoms in her purse, ready for action if he asked her to come to his room. God she had been thinking about him all day long. She’d never been so whipped about a man. Well she was done waiting for him. Samantha took a sip of her wine and decided to leave. Tomorrow was a busy day and she needed a clear head. If she was lucky maybe she could forget that she ever met Allen Archer.

  ***

  “Damn!” Allen got caught on a conference call. He arrived three hours late for the party. He hoped Samantha waited for him, but he had a sinking feeling as he walked around the ballroom looking for her. Samantha was nowhere to be found. He would find her tomorrow and explain what happened. He was supposed to leave for Seattle after his speech, but he decided to stay after meeting Samantha. Allen totally forgot about the conference call his secretary schedule. It was an important call and he couldn’t miss it. He would make Samantha understand if it took all day.

  ***

  Chapter 3

  Samantha knew the moment Allen found her. She was having lunch with four other attendees then suddenly all conversation ceased. One man even got up from the table to shake Allen’s hand.

  “Mr. Archer I enjoyed your speech yesterday. The products you’ve created will change the way everyone at this table does business.”

  Samantha snorted as she picked up her glass of lemonade. There’s nothing she hated worse than a brownie. This brownie was no exception, he would polish Allen’s ass if Allen let him. “Yes indeed, Mr. Archer is a remarkable man.”

  Allen took the vacated seat next to Samantha. He could tell that she was very pissed with him. “I need to talk to you. Are you almost finished with your lunch?”

  “Well I really would like to visit with you too, but I have a workshop in ten minutes.” Samantha got up from the table, grabbed her purse and binder, and quickly headed for the door.

  Allen grabbed her arm and pulled her down the hallway into the stairwell. “I know you’re pissed at me for being late to the party last night, but you’re going to listen to what I have to say.” Allen stared down into Samantha’s face the color of her eyes changed from hazel to leontine in a matter of seconds. He could practically feel the steam coming out of her ears.

  Samantha snatched her arm out of Allen’s grasp and poked him in the chest with her forefinger. “I got news for you Mr. Archer I don’t answer to you. You had a chance last night and you blew it. You don’t get a second chance, as far as I’m concerned we don’t have anything else to say…”

  Allen pulled her into his arms and cut off her bitter diatribe by kissing her senseless. He could taste the lemonade on her lips, but she refused to open her mouth to him. “Kiss me back damn it! I’ve been chasing around looking for you all day.”

  Samantha opened her mouth to reply and he stuck his tongue in her mouth. His tongue mated with hers until he heard her moan. His hands slid down her backside and grabbed her voluptuous ass pulling her closer to his body so she could feel his erection.

  “I was scheduled to leave Chicago after my speech yesterday. I got sidetracked by you and your incredible body and I momentarily lost my train of thought. I forgot about a very important conference call that could not be rescheduled and it ran a little late. When I arrived at the party I knew the chances were good that you already left.”

  Samantha kissed Allen’s throat and rubbed herself against his erection. She never imagined herself as a sex kitten, but being in Allen’s presence made her want to get naked. “So you like my body, huh?”

  Allen eased Samantha back against the wall, “damn right! Are you really going to a workshop or are you teasing me?” Allen did some exploring of his own; he had Samantha’s skirt pushed up as one hand found its way into her panties. He stroked her smooth nether lips while the other hand cradled her left breast.

  “I would love nothing better than to have you take me right here in the stairwell, but I really do need to go to this workshop, and the one afterwards.” Samantha laughed as Allen groaned out her name. “But I will meet you for dinner anywhere you like and we can continue what we started.”

  Allen was fighting an internal struggle everything within him demanded he make Samantha his woman right now. To hell with those workshops, he had less than a day to tie her to him in the most fundamental way, sex. “Okay I’ll let you go, but I want you to promise me that you’ll meet me in my suite for dinner. I don’t want to share you with anyone; we’ve already wasted too much time.”

  “Give me your hotel room number, I take it you’re staying in this hotel.”

  Allen smoothed Samantha’s clothes back into place and kissed her one more time. “Suite 1716, I want you there no later than 6:00 pm or I’ll come looking for you. Now go to your workshops, while I try to rein in my erection.”

  Samantha kissed him one more time; then sucked his bottom lip before releasing him. “I’ll be there!”

  ***

  Samantha dressed with great care for her night with Allen. She didn’t delude herself into thinking that it would be more than one night, but she would enjoy it to the fullest. She wore a lacy black push up bra with matching thong panties, but she left her legs bare. Samantha wore a knee length black satin dressed which hugged her figure and made her look very feminine.

  She put her hair up leaving a few tendrils to fall softly around her face and neck. She sprayed on a little Fifth Avenue and she was ready to go. She checked her room before leaving. Her bags were packed for her trip home tomorrow afternoon. Her traveling clothes were laid out on the bed. Samantha left her room to go catch a cab; she was going to make this a night to remember.

  By the time she reached Allen’s room she’d lost some of her confidence. Less than a minute after she knocked on the door, Allen opened it in a rush. “You arrived just in time; I was beginning to get a little antsy. Come on in and have a seat while I serve you.”

  Samantha took a seat across from Allen’s chair and waited to be served. “You have a very nice room with a great view of Grant Park.”

  “Uhmm, Chicago is a beautiful town if you have the time to explore it.” Allen put lobster tails, new potatoes, green beans, and a dinner roll on her plate. “Is that enough food for you? I want to make sure you have enough energy to see you through the night.” Allen couldn’t resist, he placed a kiss on Samantha’s neck while stroking her collarbone. His little darling was aroused. He could see her nipples pebbling against her dress. Allen poured her a glass of wine before fixing his own plate and joining Samantha at the table.

  “Did you really postpone your trip home to stay here with me?”

  “Do you doubt it? I never worked so hard in my life to be with a woman.”

  “I’m glad.”

  Allen’s voice was husky with desire. “You keep looking at me like that Samantha and we won’t last until dessert. Now you know so much more about me than I know about you. So tell me about yourself.”

  “Okay, I have one older brother. I’ve lost count of my half brothers and sisters. I was recently fired from a position I held for ten years. I went into partnership with my friend and colleague, and I couldn’t be happier. Owning a business is so much more fulfilling. If I’d known that I would have went into business for myself sooner.” Wow, did she really just tell Allen all of her business in less than five minutes.

  “What about your parents are they deceased?”

  Samantha didn’t want to talk about her parents. They were two of the most selfish beings on the planet earth. “No, they are very much alive.”

  Allen knew a conversation killer when he heard one. “Well let me tell you about myself. You were right about my bio; I put all the things people expect to see there. You know the education and experience. Like you, I went into business for myself because I wanted to be in control of my inventions. I worked at a think tank in DC for years before wanting to
branch out on my own. I got to the point where I didn’t have control of how my creations were used and that didn’t sit well with me.

  Samantha smiled at that comment, “I just think you’re a control freak.”

  “You’re right I do like being in control. Are you going to let me control you?”

  “Within reason.”

  Allen held out his hand to her, “why don’t you quit pretending to eat and come over here?” Samantha kicked off her shoes, came around the table, and grabbed Allen’s hand. Allen pulled her onto his lap and the first thing he did was pull the pins out of her hair. “When you put your hair up like that it challenges a man to take it down.”

  “I did it for you.” Samantha ran her hands through Allen’s hair; it was soft and wavy just like a baby’s. She felt Allen lowering the zipper on her dress. She stood up and slid the dress off her body. Samantha stood before him with nothing on but her bra and panties.