SAMANTHA POSEY: LOVE UNFOLDED: A BWWM Alpha Billionaire Romance (34 page)

 “Thank
you! Talk to you tomorrow!”

When they
get in the car Jacob tells Samantha he has one more surprise for her.

Twenty
minutes later they arrive at their new home.

“What are we
doing here?” she asks, confused. “We don't have any furniture.”

Jacob opens
the front door. It looks more beautiful than before. She twirls around under
the beautiful chandelier at the front entrance.

“Jacob, it
feels like I'm in a dream,” Samantha says.

She walks up
to him, grabbing the front of his jacket. He places his hands on her waist. She
kisses him over and over again, her tongue massaging his tongue. He looks at
her.

“I’m going
to fuck you all over this house!”

The only
lights they have on are the ones in the foyer. Jacob takes her by the hand and
leads her to the sitting room. There is a grand piano and a chaise lounge in
the room.

“Jacob, how?
When?”

“Just shows
I'm always listening,” he says, smiling.

“You're my
dreamy prince.”

She runs her
hand through his hair.

"You're
so beautiful. You have no idea the effect you have on me.” He looks at her with
such love and respect. “I love you so much,” he whispers.

He
passionately kisses her lips then turns her around to unzip her dress so she
could step out of it. He places his jacket and her dress on the chaise. He
walks back over to where she is standing in front of the piano.

“I don't
think I can wear tight clothes anymore; my stomach hurts.”

“Well,
please don't do that anymore. I don't want us to lose another baby.”

Samantha
looks down at the floor and tears fall from her eyes. “I don't think I could go
through that again.”

Jacob pulls
her chin up. “It’s ok, baby,” he says as he holds her face in his hands,
vigorously kissing her lips then her neck.

"Oh
Jacob," she moans as he caresses her ass.

He picks her
up, placing her on the piano as her brown eyes meet his green eyes. He removes
her shoes. He rubs her thigh with one hand and breast with the other as they
kiss. He then kisses her neck and pulls off her panties, placing his thumb
inside her, making her so wet she moans with pleasure.

He lays her
back on the piano as he kisses her stomach, moving down between her legs,
licking slowly in a circular motion. Her legs rest over his shoulders and her
hands massage his head. Her breathing becomes more intense as he sticks his
tongue inside her. Then, licking her clit, he makes her cum. She screams, “Oh
my God, Jacob!”

He buries
his wet face in her stomach, causing her to giggle. She sits up. Quickly she
unbuttons his shirt as he kicks his shoes off. She un-does his pants and he
kicks them off too.

“Take off
the rest of your clothes,” she commands.

They are
both completely naked.

“Come here,”
she says, motioning with her index finger.

He climbs
onto the piano on top of her, looking at her, kissing her again. She kisses him
back hard.

"I want
you," she says. Her large ring glistened against his cheek. “Make love to
me!” she begs.

He places
his large erection inside her. She grabs both his arms as her head jerks back
from the pain and desire for more. Jacob pushes slowly inside her back and
forth. He pushes his tongue into her mouth. 

“Does it
feel good?”

“Yes!” she
yells. “It feels so good,” she moans.

He moves
faster inside her. Soon he tilts his head back as he cums inside her. He drops
down on top of her.

They lay
next to each other, looking up at the ceiling.

“Jacob, that
was amazing!”

“Yes it
was,” he says, still breathing fast. He smiles. He leans up on his elbow,
resting his other arm across her stomach. “You always feel so good when I’m
inside you.”

She smiles
at him. “Let's go upstairs,” she says.

They laughs
about what they are doing in their big new house. She pulls his hand as they
ran upstairs. When she opens the double doors to the bedroom she notices it is
fully furnished.

“Jacob, it's
beautiful!” she says, kissing him. “You’re so wonderful!”

“I can't
have my pregnant fiancée sleeping on the floor now, can I?!”

She sits on
the bed, her back up against the headboard. “Come here.”

He crawls on
the bed toward her, grabbing her face, kissing her slowly.

“Oh, Jacob.”

He pulls her
down, laying behind her. He holds her from behind in a warm embrace, kissing
her neck, rubbing between her legs, getting her hot. Her lips are parted as he
brings her pleasure. He places his erection inside her.

“Oh yes! Oh
yes!” she moans.

“Damn, you
feel so good,” he says clutching her body, moving back and forth, thrusting
inside her.

“Oh, I'm
going to cum!” Samantha says.

"Not
yet," he whispers. “Oh! Yes, Samantha!” he cries.

They climax
together. He turns her face to his, repeatedly kissing her lips. They then fall
off to sleep.

Jacob is up
early talking to his producer to find out what time he needs to be on set
Monday morning. Samantha knows she needs to get up so she can help Jacob get
everything handled by the end of the day. Samantha takes a shower and brushes
her teeth.
Oh no, what if I don't have anything to wear
, she thought,
but when she looks in the closet there are all her clothes. She throws on a
pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and gym shoes, and puts her hair in a ponytail. She
notices the bedroom door is closed. When she opens the door, she sees the
movers taking furniture to one of the bedrooms. Luckily she didn’t come out
naked. She goes on a search for Jacob. He is in the kitchen.

“Good
morning! Hey, you didn't have to get up so early.”

“Jacob, it's
9:30 a.m., I'm fine! Are they moving everything here today?” asks
Samantha. 

“Yes.”

“You already
had this planned, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did!
Let Denise know what clothes you're taking. We leave early tomorrow morning because
I have to be on set at 6 a.m. on Monday.”

“Is it ok
that my team works out of the studio on the grounds?”

“Yeah,
that's fine.”

“One more
favor! Nicki’s trying to find an apartment, but hasn't found one yet. Can she
stay here in one of the six bedrooms while we're away? I'll tell her she needs
to find a place by September 1st.” Samantha looks at him with worry.

Jacob looks
at her for a moment without saying anything. “Alright.”

“Thank you,
baby!” she says, kissing him.

He grabs her
by her waist, pulling her into his warm embrace placing his mouth over hers
kissing her softly then bites her bottom lip.

“Mr.
Latters, you told me to let you know when the cars are here," says Denise.

"Ok,
thanks, Denise. I have to go outside to the garage,” Jacob says, kissing
Samantha again.

“Jacob, how
long have you been up?”

“Since about
7:30 a.m. Your food is in the warmer.”

“Thanks.”
Samantha thought,
I guess for Jacob this is pretty second nature; he's been
doing this for six years.

She calls
Nicki.

“Hey girl!
How did it go after we left last night?”

“Good.
Nothing we're not used to.

“I talked to
Jacob and he says it's ok that you stay here till September 1st.”

“Cool,
thanks, Samantha.”

“You’re
welcome. Hey, can you come over in a couple of hours to get the key and codes
to the alarm system? Also, I want to show you our new workplace!”

“Ok! Bye,”
Nicki says.

Samantha
eats her breakfast, then she walks around the grounds just taking in the
beauty, trying to get used to her new lavish lifestyle.

Chapter 21

On their way
to Montreal early Sunday morning Samantha thought about how busy Saturday had
been. She barely saw Jacob. She feels bad for taking a nap yesterday, but she
was so tired. Jacob falls asleep shortly after departure and didn't wake up
until the pilot said they will be landing in forty-five minutes. When they get
in the Suburban they are greeted by Jacobs’s regular driver, Chuck.

"Hey,
buddy, how are you?" Jacob asks.

"Good
to have you back, Jacob," says Chuck. "Hello Samantha!"

"Hi
Chuck!" Samantha replies.

"It’s
like déjà-vu.”

She
half-smiles, kind of uncomfortable. There is an awkward silence. Samantha is so
embarrassed because the last time she saw Chuck, she went by the name Tiffany
Skyler. Samantha put her sunglasses on and looks out the window. Jacob grabs
her hand, telling her it will be ok. She looks at him with a straight face then
turns back to the window. They finally arrive at their second home.

"Jacob,
I'm feeling sick. Can you let me into the house?"

She runs
upstairs to the guest bedroom where she stayed the last time she was there. She
locks the bathroom door and starts vomiting in the toilet. Jacob checks the
bathroom downstairs then his bedroom, but found no Samantha. He then goes to
the guest bathroom closest to his room, but the door is locked.

"Samantha!
Samantha, are you alright?"

Samantha is
still vomiting, so she can't answer. Jacob pulls out his keys and opens the
door. She motions for him to stay back.

"Maybe
the flight was too much! Maybe you should have stayed in L.A. instead of coming
here with me. I was thinking about myself."

Jacob holds
her hair as she finishes vomiting.

"I'm
going to call the doctor."

"No,"
she says. She knows it is the stress of Chuck knowing the whole story. 

"I just
need to rest!" She tries to stand up in her perfect blouse, perfect skirt
and beautiful heels but can't.

Jacob swoops
her up into his arms and carries her down to his bed. Samantha falls asleep.
Jacob calls the doctor anyway; he doesn't really know what’s causing the
stress. Dr. Roberts comes over to examine Samantha. He checks her vitals.

"Mr.
Latters, she will be fine but she needs to rest," says Dr. Roberts. 

Jacob walks
the doctor out. The maid Marcy had already put all of Samantha's belongings
away. Samantha staggers to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then gets back in
the bed. Jacob sits down on the bed next to Samantha.

"How
are you feeling?"

"Hungry.
I would like some soup, please?"

"Sure.
Why did you get out the bed?"

"My
mouth tasted yucky."

"Samantha,
we need to talk, but eat first." Jacob leaves the room to take care of
some other business.

He has Marcy
bring the soup up to Samantha.

"Thank
you, Marcy, that will be all," says Samantha.

An hour
later Jacob comes back in the bedroom. She’s sitting up in the bed working on
her laptop.

"What
are you doing? The doctor said take it easy!"

"I
know. Sorry!"

"Samantha,
tell me what's going on."

"Chuck
hadn't seen me since the whole lying debacle."

"He
works for me so he can keep his judgment to himself. You can't always worry
about what others think of you. You'll be stressed all the time. That's one
thing I had to learn in this business. Samantha, as long as I've gotten past
it, that's all that matters."

Samantha thinks
about all the stuff she has to do over the next two months. Much of her
business will have to be carried out by video conference.

"Jacob,
we need to discuss a date for our wedding. I have the party for rapper JT on
September 18th. What about the 28th?"

"That
works."

"We're
looking at venues this week."

"How
are you doing that?"

“Video
conference! I will be busy every day and coming to bed late. Can I use your
office while they work on mine?"

"Yes."

"Despite
me getting sick again, I'll be fine."

Jacob
frowns; he is not happy with Samantha's aggressive work schedule. 

"I love
you," she says, kissing his perfect lips. "Because you and I will be
so busy, we may not have time to have sex for a while," she says.
“Remember, you’ve been on vacation and we’ve been making up for lost time. So
we will have to work at it—something we never had to do," says Samantha.

"Hmm,
work at it?! I don’t like the sound of that!" says Jacob. "Sounds
like we’ve been married for twenty years and just don’t bother having sex
anymore. In reality we're young and can't keep our hands off each other,"
he says. He smiles and raises his eyebrows twice for her to catch on.

"Jacob,
we will have to work on it."

“No!”

“Ok, so how
often can I come to the set?”

“Whenever
you want. If we are on location I want you to come with me if you’d like."

"Sounds
like fun! Can you sit with me for a little while?"

"Yes,
babe!"

Samantha is
getting adjusted to living in Montreal. She has so much work to do she barely
has time to grocery shop—which is something she doesn’t have to do but wants to
do to feel just a little bit normal.

She notices
that Jacob is more relaxed in Montreal, maybe because there is a lot less
paparazzi. His appetite for sex has increased significantly, and she tries to
accommodate him the best she can. She has to pay close attention to his
schedule. She knows if he gets off work late, she doesn’t have to do anything
at night, but before he leaves for work in the morning he will be expecting it.
Sometimes Jacob will join her in the shower, or in the office against the wall,
on the desk or bent over the desk.

She starts
her day later on the days he has to be at work late so she is ready. She
doesn’t want to not satisfy him and have someone else do it, so she just deals
with it.

Samantha had
a really busy week coming. She decides that she is going to tell him that she
can’t give him sex, but can satisfy him in other ways. She visits the set while
he is on lunch to surprise him. She enters his trailer.

"Hi
baby!" says Samantha.

"Hey,
what's up?" he asks. He gives her a kiss.

"Don’t
be mad!”

“It’s hard
not to be mad when you start out like that!"

"I
notice that you are really relaxed here."

"Here
in Montreal?"

She sits
down on the bed.

"Yeah!

“It seems
like your appetite for sex has increased since we’ve been here! I can’t keep up
with your stamina because I’m pregnant. Normally I would be able to. I want to
satisfy you; that is why I'm here.”

He gets down
on his knees in front of her. "I already know where your mind is going.
I'm not going to fuck someone else! I told you a long time ago it’s not all
about sex! If you can’t, it’s alright."

She starts
to cry as she drops her head.

"Sorry,
my hormones are terrible."

"Samantha,
stop apologizing! We will be fine! I think it’s special how you want to please
me."

"No!”
She stops him from hugging her and dries her face with her hand. "I have a
solution. I can give you oral sex!" She smiles awkwardly. "This went
a whole different way in my head before I got here."

"Samantha,
look at me. It’s not necessary!"

"My
desire is there in my mind, but not my body," she says.

He laughs.
"Baby, I know."

He sits next
to her on the bed.

"I love
you! Please believe me when I say I don’t just want you to have my children.
It's because of your good looks!"

They both
laugh and she hit his chest. She kisses him and she looks into his green eyes.
She stops, then kisses him again.

"Ok,
tomorrow we’ll work on it," she says, attacking him. She pushes him back
on the bed undoing his pants. "Just shut up!" she says.

She is more
turned on because he’s telling her she doesn’t have to have sex. Samantha
straddles him, moving her panties to the side, putting his erection inside her.
She moves up and down.

“Oh, it
feels so good!” She moans.

“Shush!” he
says, trying to put his hand over her mouth.

She moves
his hand out the way. He put her on her ass, snatching off her panties and
pushing her skirt up. He quickly removes his pants, boxers and shoes. He places
one of her legs up on his shoulders. He moves in a circular motion, making her
beg for more.

“Yes, fuck
me, fuck me!”

“Yeah, you
like that, don’t you!”

“Yes!” she
screams while running her hands up her blouse rubbing her breast and licking
her lips.

He knows
just how to make them both cum together. He falls on the bed next to her, out
of breath.

“If you want
to not do it later tonight, just let me know. I should be home at 10.”

“Ok!” she
says, smiling, with her finger in her mouth.

He kisses
her neck.

“I have to
go back on set. Will you lock the door when you leave?”

“Sure.”

She doesn’t
want to go out until everyone goes back to set.

“So how does
it feel?” asks Josh.

“What?"
asks Jacob.

“Being
happy, being in love, and getting married?” asks Josh.

“It feels
good! I never thought I’d find love until I met her.”

"The
right woman can do that to a man!" says Josh.

Later that
night Jacob goes out for drinks with Josh.

“I get it,
Josh, jokes on me!”

He takes a
shot of tequila.

“It's cool. I
didn't think I could be with anybody, let alone someone who will put up with my
shit. When you told me I was miserable, you were right—I was. I tried to treat
her like shit, but after so long she gave me an ultimatum and she stopped
dealing with me. Problem is, I was getting tired of fucking random bitches. I
knew she was the only one for me. She enjoys a good time and life!”

Jacob
continues. “What happened most recently was about something deeper. She
didn't—or doesn't—feel like I can protect her against her ex.”

“What is he,
some burly black dude?”

“He's the
welterweight champion of the world.”

“Dude, what
the fuck!? You can't fuck with him; his hands are lethal weapons!”

“That's not
the problem. He's obsessed with Samantha. He hates that she's with another man,
especially a white guy.”

“What are
you going to do?”

“I'm going
to marry her!”

He drank
down the whiskey.

“Alright,
man!”

“When you
love someone, it just doesn't turn off and on,” says Jacob.

“Ok guys,
tomorrow we’re picking wedding venues! Make sure to wear the camera glasses,
everybody—I need all angles. Goodnight!”

Samantha put
back on her stilettos before going upstairs. 

"Is
this better?” Samantha stands in their bedroom doorway, her hands on her hips.

Jacob had
just gotten out the shower and is wearing a towel around his waist as he dries
his hair with another towel.

"Yeah,
I like it,” he says.

She walks
over to him, looking into his eyes.

“What?”

He moved
over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers.

“Oh really!”

She walks up
behind him and snatches the towel off, grabbing his dick. She started stroking
it up and down as she kisses his neck, running her other hand along his
stomach. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks. "Maybe I should
stop."

"No,"
he whispers.

She pulls
back and forth continuously until he cums. She grabs a towel, wipes him off,
and kisses him on the cheek.

She pulls
her dress over her head, standing in her bra, panties, and stilettos. They both
stand there, with no words. She undresses, now standing naked in front of him.
She put her hair up in a bun before going to get in the shower.

“Goodnight,”
she whispers.

Jacob gets
in the bed. Samantha can't believe they hadn’t done anything. After she gets out
of the shower, she sits at the foot of the bed moisturizing her body while he
watches sports highlights. She stands up to get a bed shirt and shorts out from
the dresser. Jacob walks up, kissing her neck from behind. He grabs her hand,
pulling her toward the bed as he sits down. He looks up at her as he places his
hands on her back, slowly moving them down on her butt. He starts rubbing her
ass, making her go wild.

She grabs
his head with both hands, kissing him hard on the lips from side to side, his hands
rubbing her thighs under her buttocks. He picks her up by the waist, placing
her on his lap. He turns, laying her on the pillows at the top of the bed.

“Do you want
it?”

“Yes!”

“No, not
yet!” he says.

He kisses
her neck, gently kissing each breast as he hovers over her body. He kisses her
stomach then licks in a circular motion. He turns her on her side and runs his
hand gently from her knee up her side as he clenches her ear with his teeth
then sucks her earlobe.

“Don’t touch
me,” he commands.

Her hands
were clasped together in front of her. He pulls her hands up above her head,
still clasped together as he runs his nose down her arm.

She giggles
from the tickle from his nose.

“Drop your
arms down,” he commands.

He places
her on her stomach, kissing each shoulder blade, licking the small of her back.

“Do you like
that?

“Yes,” she
moans.

He kisses
each butt cheek then turns her back over.

“Are you
ready?”

“Yes,” she
murmurs.

“Let me
see,” he says in his deep sexy voice.

He massages
between her thighs, and her body starts to quiver from the sensation. She
raises her arms back above her head, pushing her nose into her left arm as she
reaches orgasm. He leans down to kiss her lips, giving her body a moment to
breathe.