Ever the gentleman, he gave her what she needed. He pushed himself inside her, more forcefully this time, and groaned at the hot, wet feel of her all around him. She gasped and clenched her muscles around him. With a bit of a chuckle, he put a finger to his lips.
It was a thrill to have her there, where anyone could walk in. He didn’t care if anyone saw him. She, however, likely would, so he was cautious for her sake.
Her hair began to fall loose and her cheeks reddened. One shoe fell off as he rocked his hips into her, and she ground her hips upward to meet him. Mewling quietly, she dropped one arm down and gripped the fabric of the tablecloth. Then, her eyes flew wide open and her lips formed a circle.
He could feel her muscles clench, her body jerk, and then relax. As he finished, her lips still gave little twitches around him, and he groaned softly and leaned down to kiss her.
“Your hair is a mess, my dear,” he whispered.
“That’s not the only mess,” she muttered.
***
“Coleman will have his secretary fax you the necessary documents.” Samson adjusted the monitor and turned to the bellhop to direct where he should put April’s luggage.
“If I’d come with you, she wouldn’t have to. I could take care of it from there,” Babette said a bit sullenly from the Skype window.
“You’re not missing much. Better weather. Hold on.” Samson got up and fetched some money from his wallet. “Is that everything? I think that will be all for now.”
He turned back to the computer to see that Babette’s camera had tipped downward and was now only filming her ample cleavage. “Babs, you need to pull the camera up a bit.”
She sighed and fixed the camera.
“I only have a few more instructions. Listen carefully.”
When he finished up with Babette, Samson heard the television from the bedroom and went in to see April lounging in her button-up blouse and a fresh pair of purple briefs.
“When did you get here?” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“When I realized you’d moved all my things up here without asking.”
Samson folded his hands over his knee. “I thought it would be more cost-effective. Am I too presumptuous?”
“Yes. Although not without warrant, given this afternoon.” She shifted a bit. “I’m only lying here like this because it hurts to sit.”
Samson laughed and leaned over to brush his fingers over the wisps of hair escaping her bun. “Do you want me to be gentler with you?”
“… Maybe.” April tilted her head and pointed at the screen. “Do you ever watch yourself?”
“I don’t tape myself having—Oh.” It was a talk show he appeared on a few weeks ago. “Not really. I used to get a bit anxious about it, and watch to make sure that I was being personable enough, but I’ve done so many now.”
He moved his hand down her back. “This isn’t even a good one. You should watch the one I did two years ago for the same show.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. The host—” He pointed to the screen, “—his name is Al Bell, got me playing with this pile of puppies.”
“That sounds amazing.” She grinned up at him. “Are you a dog person?”
He shrugged. “I wanted one when I was a kid, but my father was very strict. He wouldn’t let me have a pet.”
April rolled over to face him. “Really? He seemed like such a calm guy.”
“The set of parents Lana grew up with were distinctly different from the ones I suffered through.” Samson kicked off his shoes and settled himself on the bed. “Father was establishing himself as a lawyer. Mother drank too much. They were both very rigid in their expectations for me. I spent a lot of time in boarding schools, and was glad for it.”
April was frowning deeply. “I had no idea. Lana’s such a daddy’s girl. She’s friends with your mother on Facebook and goes on vacations with her.”
“I’ve been told that parents normally relax between the first and second child. When the second child comes twelve years later and they can afford to have a nanny discipline her, then they can also afford to spoil her.” Samson glanced up at the laughing image of himself next to the host. “I love my sister, but we weren’t raised by the same people. My father would never have paid for an apartment for me or given me a ‘loan’ the way he does her.”
“Maybe it’s also sexism,” April suggested. When he gave her a dubious expression, she expanded, “He expects his daughter to need the help. He thinks less of her capabilities, even though Lana is very smart and good at what she does and could definitely make it on her own. For you, he expects independence and strength without support.”