“Did you even eat dinner?” He reached for the appetizer tray and spread some orange fig preserves over a slice of baguette. “Here. Try this.”
April leaned forward, opened her lips, and closed her eyes. Samson felt himself growing hot as her teeth sunk into the bread. She chewed and licked her lips slowly. This little girl would be the end of him. Was it possible that she had turned into a sex kitten after just a few drinks? Or had she turned into a teasing little troll? That was far more likely.
“You’re doing this on purpose!” he accused.
“Yep.” April bounced in her seat and wiped the corner of her mouth.
Two could play at that game.
When Ethan and Johnny returned, Samson scooted closer to her, threw back another scotch, and began rubbing his toe against hers. Her cheeks pinked, but she was in the middle of looking at a series of storefronts that Johnny was showing her, and she managed to keep a straight face.
She returned the gesture without even looking up. He moved so close that their shoulders were touching. He could smell the sweet mix of her perfume and sweat. The tip of her shoe began trailing up his pant leg. In retaliation, Samson pushed her hair back out of her eyes, let his fingers linger, and then brushed over her cheek. Now she couldn’t help but look at him, and it seemed as though she couldn’t breathe.
Her rosy cheeks and shining eyes caused his heart to skip in his chest. Should he stop? Just because she was playing along now, keeping pace with his teasing, didn’t mean she wouldn’t be ice cold and uncomfortable in the morning. It would be too easy for him to make her feel like he was wielding his power over her unfairly. She might even leave. He couldn’t risk that.
Then, her long, dexterous fingers slipped between his thighs. They felt over the hardening lump there uncertainly. Samson’s breath caught in his throat and he stiffened all over.
Before he could react, April had excused herself and was gliding out of the bar and toward the elevator.
Chapter Seven
April’s heart was in her throat as she hurried toward the elevator. What had she just done? Of course, she was attracted to Samson. Of course, she was a little drunk. But it didn’t excuse groping her boss.
She could be fired. He could take this the wrong way, and she might have to quit. There were so many possible ways this could go wrong that as she frantically pressed the ‘up’ button, she felt tears beginning to well in her eyes. April slipped into the elevator and breathed a thankful prayer as the doors closed. She just needed to go back to her room, take a very hot shower, drink a lot of water, and hope that she could find the words for a proper apology in the morning.
But the elevator didn’t go up. The doors began to open again.
April covered her mouth with both hands. No, no, no, no…
Samson stepped in, casting a shadow over her. All six feet, five inches of him. He stared at her for a moment, brow tented, as the doors began to slide closed. April felt a shiver as she struggled to find the words to fix this, but no words came. His large hands closed over her shoulders, and she felt herself growing warm and very still.
Then, to her incredible surprise, he leaned forward and kissed her. At first, her body froze. His lips pressed against hers hungrily and his hands squeezed as he pulled her closer. Just as he began to press into her, April’s body came to life, arching upwards into his. Her leg curled around his calf and moved up and down.
One of his broad hands moved down her back and she sighed softly, opening her lips. He kissed her again, their lips meeting in sync. He went after her upper lip while she kissed his lower lip, taking it into her mouth and giving it a slow, wet suck.
His touch was somehow both gentle and wild. Was he holding back? He seemed so strong, like he could scoop her up and whisk her away. Part of her wished he would.
“Wait, wait.” April put a hand to his chest and tried to catch her breath. She realized that the elevator was rolling to a stop around her floor. “Um, do you have…?”
Samson slid his fingers back through April’s hair. “One in my wallet. More in my suite.” He kissed her again tenderly. “Would you like to come up?”
“I…”
April knew she shouldn’t. She knew having sex with her boss would be a terrible decision. At the same time, there was nothing she wanted more. Her head spun from being so close to him. He had always made her feel a little off balance. Maybe that was why she had needed to keep him at a distance.
There wasn’t a sliver of distance now, though.
“I’ll take you to your room,” Samson offered, pressing the hold button.
“No!” April grabbed his shirt and tugged him closer again.