Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Two

Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Two
Samuel’s POV

Excuse Me? Did I hear what I thought I heard?

“What did you just say?” I asked.

“Do you,” Tiff said, pausing and stroking down my chest. She leaned into my ear and whispered, “Want to make out with me?”

“Do you really think I’m going to say no to you?” I whispered back.

Tiff led me to one of the couches and pushed me to sit down. Then she straddled me, facing me, and started kissing me. Holy Fuck, she’s a good kisser. I wrapped my arms around her to pull her flush to me. The heat of her body, the scent of her perfume, and the taste of her mouth made my brain swirl. It was truly sensory overload. I felt all of it down in my soul. How is that even possible? I had literally just met this girl. How could she be stirring something so strong in my soul? Did she feel the same way?

“Tiff,” I hummed out with a throaty tone. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” she purred. “I can’t explain it, Samuel. I just feel so intoxicated by you.”

“Are you sure it’s me and not the alcohol?” I whispered as I dragged my mouth down her neck.

“Definitely you, not the alcohol,” Tiff moaned softly as I nibbled on her neck.

“I feel the same,” I groaned as my mouth found hers again. “From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. There is something about you that speaks to my soul.”

“Oh God, Samuel. I was going to say the same, but I thought you’d think I was weird,” Tiff panted as I reached around and grabbed her ass.

“Tiff… I…” I started to say, but she pulled away and stood up.

“I’m sorry, Samuel,” Tiff said, in a panic. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I’m so sorry.”

“Tiff, wait!” I called out. “Just stay, we don’t have to…” I said, but she was gone. Shit!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I shouldn’t have said yes to making out with her. I just wanted her so much—more than any other woman I’ve had before. Even more than… Cynthia.

When I first started at Michaels Investment Group, there she was, Cynthia Holmes, a member of the board of directors. She was stunning. The Ice Queen of the company, who obviously had a thing for younger men, much younger men. I was 24 years old, she was 53, and hotter than any woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Cynthia could have easily been mistaken for Tiff’s mother. She had the same curly red hair, but her green eyes paled in comparison to Tiff’s. Cynthia had come to the forty-second floor to discuss an upcoming meeting with Nathan. Samira had stated that Nathan was out of the office, and she should talk to me instead. So, there she stood, leaning in my doorway. Legs for days and a dress shirt so tight her breasts pushed against the restraint of her buttons. And so, it started, fourteen months of sneaking around and hiding our relationship from the world. The was no way our relationship or careers could withstand the scandal. Cynthia also had particular tastes in the bedroom that, if revealed, could jeopardize her standing in the business world. She was the one who introduced me to the BDSM world—the endless sex clubs and realization that I was a dominant. Cynthia taught me everything. Once I had reached my full potential, she had simply said, “I knew you had it in you, Samuel. The first time I saw you in your office. I knew what you truly were. Now, it’s time for us to part ways. Go find the other half of your soul.” Then she was gone. Out of my life, except for board meetings. Out of my bed, out of my grasp, but definitely not out of my head. I was heartbroken. Being with her was the first time I had felt truly alive in every aspect. I haven’t been with another woman since. No one had even piqued my interest until today. Tiff had ignited my soul from the moment she caught my eye. It’s as if my soul recognized her, but now she’s gone. Fuck.

Tiff’s POV

What the fuck was I thinking! Peter just broke up with me. I’m losing grip with my sanity. I can’t be making out with a complete stranger at a party. But is he a complete stranger? It felt as if I knew him in my soul. There was some weird connection. Tiff, shake your head! There is no way what you just did is sane. I needed time to breathe, so I stepped out into the hallway. After twenty minutes of deep breathing exercises and talking to the bouncer at the door, I slipped back into the party and into the crowd of people gathered to watch Amelie on the stripper pole. I can’t believe my innocent friend knows how to pole dance. She’s really good at it, too. As soon as she’s finished, Nathan lifts her off the pole and they head to the bar. I made a beeline for her, and we went into the bedroom to talk. After a meltdown on my part, she helped me sneak out of the apartment and back up to her penthouse.

As I lay in my bed, the only thought I had was of Samuel. How could this be possible? Four days ago, I was ready to spend the rest of my life with Peter. Now, he’s not even in my head anymore. Maybe not even in my heart. How? I try to push Samuel out of my head, but he just won’t budge. Argh! Why is Samuel invading my brain so much? I’m not stupid. The man is a fucking Scandinavian God incarnate. He kisses like he’s pouring his soul into every moment of them. His hands on my body felt like licks of fire to my very core.

I shouldn’t feel like this, though. I just got out of a two-year relationship. I need time to be by myself. To heal and move forward. That’s it. I need time, I told myself, but as I said it in my head, my heart called me a liar.