"Mind if I join you?" I asked as I stood naked with the shower door open, staring at a soaking wet and incredibly sexy Sam.

He smiled at me and pulled me in with him, wrapping his strong arms around me. "I want nothing more."

I looked up at him and could see the desire in his eyes. I placed a soft kiss on his lips and grabbed my body wash. "Mind giving me a hand?"

Sam smirked at me and began lathering up his hands. Then, standing behind me, he ran them all over my body, caressing every part of me. He placed his first and middle fingers on either side of my nipples and tugged on them gently while he cupped my breasts. Then, keeping one hand on my breast, he inched the other down my stomach and over my mound, sliding his fingers between my folds.

"Mmm..." I moaned as he moved his fingers up and down my womanhood, causing my clitoris to swell and throb.

Suddenly, he spun me around and trailed his hands from my shoulders to my ass, grabbing fistfuls. His length was pressed tightly against me as he ran his fingers between my cheeks and teased my hole.

"Oh!" I gasped in surprise. I didn't expect to actually like that.

Sam turned us around so that I was directly under the water, while his hands roamed over my slippery body, clearing away the soap. I was so turned on.

When he stuck his hand between my legs to rinse off my center, his eyes went wide. "You're extremely wet!"

I smiled and grabbed his cock. "You're extremely hard."

Sam grinned at me devilishly and hoisted my leg up over his hip. Then, he slammed himself inside me.

"Oh, God!" I cried and threw my arms around his neck as he pushed me up against the wall, pounding into me harder. Every thrust picked my foot up off of the ground and sent me further up the wall, only to have me come down again as he pulled out slightly.

His lips met mine in a frenzy and fire shot throughout my body. I picked my other leg up off the floor and wrapped them both around his waist, locking my ankles. I needed more of him.

"Deeper, Sam!" I begged, frantically.

Sam let out a growl and whipped us around, throwing open the shower door. He stepped out onto the rug and walked us over to the counter, setting me down. I leaned back some, resting my dripping wet head against the mirror, as he gripped my hips and pulled me towards him, causing me to take his member completely.

"Oh, yes!" I screamed as he deepened his thrust and quickened his pace.

The counter felt as if it was going to tear away from the wall because he was drilling me so hard. When I released, it was so intense that it was like someone turned on the faucet. I gushed all over Sam, which in turn, made him orgasm pretty quickly. He shoved himself so deep inside me as he filled me, that I swear I could feel him touch the top of my uterus.

"Oh, fuck!" we cried out in unison.

I had such a tight hold on the counter, that my knuckles were white and my hands felt numb. I leaned forward and touched my forehead to his, breathing heavily.

"That was incredible," Sam said, breathless.

My eyes filled up with tears and I bailed off of the counter. I couldn't let him see me cry. "I gotta go. I have a job interview."

"Ok..." he trailed off, sounding confused.

I rushed out of his bathroom and into my room, but Sam stopped me from closing the door. "Sam, what are you doing?" I whipped around to look at him.

Sam gave me a puzzled expression. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

"What?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. "No! Why do you think that?" Then, it dawned on me that he wants to know why I hurried out. "No, Sam. It's nothing like that." I shook my head. "Just don't worry about it." I turned to walk away, but Sam grabbed my arm lightly to stop me.

"Beth, talk to me," he coaxed, his expression concerned.

I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, trying to clear my tears. I put on a smile and turned around. "It's nothing, Sam. Really. I just need to get ready."

His look said he wasn't buying it, but he released me anyway. "Ok...I'll let you get to it, then, but Beth...you can talk to me."

I smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Sam, but I'm fine." That was a lie. I am not fine and he's wrong. I can't talk to him.

"Ok. Well, I'm gonna go get ready for work," he said. Then, he left the room, closing the door behind him.

I leaned against the wall and slumped down onto the floor. What is it with these feelings? I thought if I just kept having sex with Sam, that the feelings I've been having, would cease, but they haven't. It's been two weeks and we have been having sex every day, but now I feel like crying when we do. I'm so confused on what to do!

I got up, got dressed in a cute pin-striped skirt suit, applied my make-up and curled my hair. I slipped on my heels and took one final look in my floor length mirror.

"Pretty good," I said to myself and headed downstairs.

Sam was in the kitchen having coffee when I entered. He looked up from his mug when he heard me approach. "You look... amazing. Absolutely gorgeous," he said as his eyes roamed over my body, making me instantly feel sexy.

I smirked and crossed the room to him. "You got a little drool right here," I teased as I pretended to wipe it away with my thumb.

Sam took hold of my hand, keeping it by his face and with the other arm, encircled my waist, pulling me into him. His eyes bore into me and a familiar ache started at my core.

"Sam..." I whispered, but I couldn't finish my thought. The longing was almost too much to bear.

Sam looked at my lips and then as if he could read my mind, he closed the gap between us, kissing me hard and deep. Our tongues wrestling each other for dominance.

Heat spread over my entire body and pooled between my legs. I could feel his desire as well, but before I could do anything about it, he broke away from me.

When he spoke, his breathing was ragged. "I'm sorry. I couldn't seem to help myself." He sidestepped away from me, taking his coffee with him.

I stood there feeling very awkward and slightly embarrassed for a moment. "Oh, um...yeah...that's ok..." I turned around and headed for the door. "Alright, well, I'm off. See you later."

"Knock 'em dead," he called out after me as I rushed out the door.

Twenty minutes later, I'm sitting in the reception area awaiting my interview for an assistant's position with Will, my friend from school who was my attorney in my divorce case.

I have been putting in applications everywhere and just happened to run across his ad for an assistant. I applied and sent my resumé like a normal applicant, taking a chance that he might interview me. It worked because his secretary called me back the next day to schedule an interview. Now, here I am, patiently waiting.

"Miss Wilson?" the secretary asked as she approached me.

I looked up from my lap. I hadn't realized I zoned out. "Yes," I replied with a smile.

"Follow me," she smiled and went to the door on the other side of her desk.

Will stood up as soon as I entered and crossed the room to hug me. "Beth!"

I smiled. "Hello, Will. How have you been?"

"Good! Good! Have a seat." He gestured to a chair across from his desk. "Thank you, Stacey." He nodded to the secretary, who shut the door as she left.

I sat down in the chair he had referred to and Will sat behind his desk on a big, poofy, leather swivel chair.

"When I saw your resumé, I must say I was stunned. I didn't expect to put out an ad and get a response from you." He smiled and leaned forward on his desk. "What happened with your business with Sam?"

I smiled and shifted in my seat. "I need to do something separate from Sam."

Will nodded and smiled. "I can understand that." He stood up, came around to the edge of his desk and leaned against it. "This job requires a lot of long hours and sometimes you'd have to come in on weekends or occasionally, in the middle of the night. Is that something you can do?"

Late nights, weekends, midnight calls...none of that sounds ideal, but I haven't had a single hit on my applications yet. I could give it a try. What's the worse that could happen?

I smiled, brightly. "It sounds like an exciting opportunity. I don't see why I couldn't make it work."

"Fantastic!" Will exclaimed, standing up straight and holding out his hand for me to take.

I stood up and took his hand.

"You're hired! Can you start tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Yes, that works for me."

"Perfect!" Will smiled. "Be here at seven a.m. and I'll walk you through what you'll be doing for me. I'm so glad you came in, Beth! I look forward to working with you."

"Thank you so much, Will! See you tomorrow!" I left his office, closing the door behind me and walked past Stacey, who was picking up the phone.

"Yes, sir." She got up and made her way over to a few people that were waiting. "The position has been filled," she said, turning around and smirking at me as she went back to her desk.

I got into the elevator and before the doors closed, I could've sworn Stacey was giving me the evil eye. Why would she not like me? I don't even know her.

*****

Later that evening when Sam arrived home from work, I had dinner waiting for him. I had made Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo and was just setting the breadsticks out when he came into the kitchen.

"Mmm...it smells amazing in here," he said, walking over to the table. He paused next to me as if he was going to kiss me, but decided against it and sat down instead.

I forced a smile. "Thank you. You're home just in time." I sat down opposite of him.

We sat in silence eating for awhile. Sam seemed very pleased with the meal. He was nearly shoveling it in like he hasn't eaten in days. It made me smile. I love cooking meals for someone who enjoys it.

"This is delicious...oh! How did your interview go today?"

"It went good...I got the job."

"That's great!" He smiled. "I knew you'd get it."

I half-grinned.

"So, where you working at now?" he inquired.

"For Will...at his law firm..."

Sam's face fell. "Oh..."

"As his assistant," I continued.

Sam's eyes narrowed briefly. "I see..."

I looked at Sam inquisitively. "Is there a problem, Sam?"

He didn't look up at me. "Nope. No problem. It's your life...Excuse me," he said, getting up from the table. "I'm really tired. I'm gonna go to bed," Sam said as he took his plate and placed it in the dishwasher. "Goodnight, Beth." Then, he left and didn't look at me once.

What the hell is his problem? Why is he acting like this?