Joe was in his office talking to Emily after the meeting they had, was over. It was their first meeting regarding the Leukemia Foundation and things got off to a good start. It was also the first time that Emily and Joe would be working together. Emily wore grey dress pants with hugged her long legs and a blue, button up shirt that bought out the blue in her eyes. Her long dark hair, slicked back into a neat ponytail and she smelled like jasmine. Joe wore a black button down shirt, with black dress pants and dress shoes. His hair in his usual bun. He smelled like spice and masculine.
"There's this charity thing next month, that I'm going to and I was wondering if you would like to be my date." Joe says, as places his hands on each side of Emily, who was sitting on his desk.
"Hmmm." Emily says as she pretends to think about it, before letting out a small laugh. "Yes, I'd love to be your date."
He smiles at her, and she wanted to keep seeing him smile. Joe lets her know the date and time and she agreed. Placing her hands on his forearms, electricity hummed again between them as they talked.
"We should have dinner, tonight at my place." Emily says, sounding more like a statement rather than a suggestion.
"That's not a question, is it?" Joe asks.
She softly smiles. "Nope. You're coming to dinner."
It had been a little over three weeks since they started dating and things were going really good. Joe learned that Emily's dad had walked out on them when her and her sister were still young. By the time they moved here to the states, she hadn't heard from her dad in a few years and hadn't seen him since. She has two step-siblings from her mom's husband, and that they still lived in Florida as well as her sister. They both learned that they were wanting marriage and kids at some point in their life, but with the right person, despite Joe being named as one of the most eligible bachelors. It wasn't often that he was seen in the public eye with a woman he had been dating. He kept private about his relationships and people had been wanting more details about Emily, as they had been seen together in public a bit over the last few weeks. Wanting their privacy, both Emily and Joe have done a good job so far at maintaining it.
"How does 7:30 sound?" He asks.
"Sounds great, actually." Emily responds.
A light chuckle escapes his lips as his faces inches closer to hers. Emily softly runs a finger along his jawline and leans up, closing the space between them. He leans in and kisses her for the first time, and when she doesn't pull away, one of his hands cradles her face as he deepens the kiss. Leaning into him, Joe's free arm keeps her close to him. Emily felt warmth all the way down to her toes and didn't want it to go away.
"Mr. Anoa'i, your 12:00 meeting is here." His secretary's voiced filled the office, through the intercom.
Joe groans as he reluctantly pulls away from Emily and her lips. "Thank you. Just give me a moment. I'll be out shortly."
"I should go." Emily softly says, still feeling warm and tingly from the man's kiss. A kiss that she wanted to have again.
"Can't you stay a little longer?" He asks, brushing his lips against hers.
She softly smiles. "You have a meeting and I don't want to intrude. I don't want to keep you from working and I should also get back to work, myself."
Getting her things, she was about to make her way to the door when Joe grabbed her hand and gently pulled her into his arms. "Emily."
The way he said her name, gave her butterflies. As if it was the most precious thing he's ever said. Joe gives her another kiss, but kept it short.
"I'll see you tonight." Emily says, softly running her thumb against his lips.
"Yes." Joe says, touching his nose with hers.
Something passed in his eyes that Emily couldn't put a finger on. She had seen it recently, and it was when he looked at her. They both wanted each other. Both wanted more and hoped that the other felt the same. Forcing herself to leave, Joe opened the door for her and walked out behind her. Emily buttoned up her sweater as Joe let his client walk in his client, and he couldn't take his eyes off of and when their eyes meet, it's like they spoke their own language. Joe knew from the moment he first saw her, that she was special. He was captivated with her and now knew that it wouldn't feel good if she ever left his life.
A few days later
Joe and Emily were at his penthouse that had views of central park. It had a masculine feel to it, and she wasn't surprised. Joe had been single when he first got the penthouse and though he's dated here and there, he didn't have a serious relationship since getting it. There was a private elevator that went directly to the penthouse and opened up to a foyer. There was a small bench nearby that was across from a closet. Straight ahead from that was a kitchen with steel appliances and granite counters. The living room had floor to ceiling windows that allowed a lot of natural light into the room when the curtains were pulled back and was almost bigger than her living room and kitchen combined. There was also a large, flat screen television that was mounted on the wall and a table underneath that held the cable box, the modem and a few pictures. A table was in between that and the large grey sectional with a throw rug that was placed neatly on the floor. The walls were painted in a beige white, and there was a black dining table a few feet away that was was big enough to sit a few people.
The two were in the kitchen after ordering take out. While Emily was closing up the containers after putting food on their plates, Joe took out some drinks and placed them on the counter, before wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"You should be my girlfriend." Joe says, his warm breath and his lips brushing up against her ear, sending pleasure down her body.
"Is that so?" She asks. "I kind of thought I already was."
He turns her around so that they're facing each other and he places his arms on the counter, one on each side of her.
"You should know, that when I'm in, I'm 100% in." He tells her. "I'm committed and I don't give up on a relationship."
It scared Emily a bit. She was afraid of being walked out on, of someone no longer wanting her and just leaving. No longer loving her and no longer thinking that she was enough. She sometimes doubted people when they told her how they felt about her, and would be hard on herself about it. Maybe it started when her father walked out on them when she was still a child. Emily was only three years old when it happened, and she would remember hearing her mother sometimes on the phone with her dad shortly after he left, asking why he would never come around to see Emily and her sister or why he would never send any help for them. Eventually, they never heard from them again, and her mom stopped receiving calls from him little by little until it stopped completely.
"You're not just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear, are you?" She quietly asks, her mouth turning down a bit into a frown.
"No. I'm always honest about how I feel about someone." Joe replies, tracing his finger down her cheek, to her chin so that she looks up at him. "What's wrong?"
"Maybe I don't want you to get tired of me, or get scared when I get attached. Or decide one day that I'm not enough or that I'm not what you want anymore." Emily says, with a small smile before letting her hands play with the bottom of his shirt.
Joe kisses her forehead. "Has that happened before?"
Emily just nods as she slightly pouts. Joe just wanted to wrap her up in his arms and keep her there until she no longer felt like that. But he knew it wouldn't be enough.
"What can I do to help? To make it better?" He asks.
"Just prove it to me, that you won't." She whispered. "I don't know what else you could do. I'm not such a baby, I promise."
"You're not a crybaby for wanting love, sweetheart. But it's okay, I got you." He reassured her.
Emily leaned into him and was wrapped in his arms again, snuggling into him when she was. Joe rested his cheek on her head. He may be known as being confident in the boardroom, and knew what he wanted and how to go after it to get it. But he also knew how to be gentle and loving to someone to people he cared about. He wanted to know who had ever made her feel like she was less than enough and wasn't worthy of love. Joe wanted to protect her and keep her out of harms way and make sure that she keeps a smile on her face because of how her smile and laughter lights up a room. The way her energy and her personality alone, lights up a room before a sound of any kind leaves her lips.
They finally got to eat as they watched television, with Emily curling up beside Joe's large body, feeling instant warmth and comfort. When they finally decided to give the television a break, they looked at the time and saw it was almost one in the morning.
"I should start getting home." Emily says, stretching.
"You could stay here, if you want." Joe suggests. "You don't have to worry about being out at this time."
Emily looks over at him. "I don't have spare clothes, or a toothbrush. And where would I sleep?"
"You could use some of mine. I have some shirts and pants you can use and I have some spare toothbrushes in my bathroom you can use." He tells her. "I also have a spare room if you want your own space. Or you can sleep in my room."
"I don't want to obligate you to let me stay." Emily says.
"You're not obligating me to do anything, sweetheart." He tells her. "I'm offering and I want you to stay. But only if you want."
She thinks about it momentarily and leans over, giving him a kiss before standing up and grabbing his hand. Lacing their fingers, Joe takes her down the hall to his bedroom and gets Emily some clothes while she looks around the room. A king sized bed in the middle of the room with grey and white sheets and blankets. A bedside table on each side of the bed, each with a lamp. A walk in closet that had Joe's clothes and shoes neatly placed, from suits to casual, to gym clothes with a table in the middle that had some drawers that held some belts and socks as well as a few watches. If anyone could say one thing about Joe and where he lives, is that he makes sure that it's clean and tidy.
"Enjoying the closet again?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe. "I think you may start to like the closet more than me."
"This is a woman's dream closet, I'm telling you." She says still looking around as she laughs. "It feels like it's bigger than my bathroom."
Joe smiles and he just keeps his attention on her. Her bright blue eyes. Her long, dark hair. Her curves that are in all the right places and how natural every bit of her curves are. Joe quickly put his attention to something else when Emily walked up to him and grabbed the t-shirt and pants that he held in his hands.
"I'll be in the bathroom." She says, with a smile as she passed him.
Walking into the large en suite, there was a his and hers sink, a walk in shower with a large detachable shower head, and a tub with jets that looked comfortable enough for Emily to want to try a warm bath one day. As she undressed, her back to the door, she didn't need to look to know he was there. For a large man, Joe knew how to move without making a sound but Emily didn't have to hear him either to know he was standing by the door. A black, lace bra holding her breasts in place. Going down her flat stomach, down her hips to her matching black panties that stopped halfway down her round behind. Long, thick and toned legs. Her time with sports growing up, helped her get into fitness and helped her stay in shape. Guys always noticed her, as did Joe. But with him, it was the only attention that mattered at the moment.
"I suppose you like what you see?" She asks, putting on his large sweats, going for his shirt afterwards.
"I've liked what I've seen from the moment I met you." He responds, not hiding that he's been watching. "Do you not like it?"
His t-shirt smelled like him and she wanted to keep it, as she turned around to face him. Joe was already walking in the bathroom as she did and stopped in front of her.
"I've always liked what I've seen. Though I must admit, I don't think I've seen you without a shirt on yet." She says.
"That can be fixed." He replies, taking off his shirt and showing an upper body full of muscles.
A Samoan tattoo on his right arm, his right pec, and down the right side of his back. Abs that he's worked long and hard to get. Without thinking about it, her fingers are at his stomach, as her eyes go down to his pants that are loosely hanging off of his hips.
"Careful, once I get a taste of you, I won't want to stop, unless you say no." He says, in a low voice. "Do you not like what you see, when you look at yourself?"
"I have a few things that I sometimes think I could fix." Emily whispers."You're not just saying that to get in between my legs are you?"
She gasps when he quickly picks her up and sits her on the counter. He stands in between her legs and she rests her hands on each side of his face.
"Don't ever doubt how perfect you are." He says against her lips. "And I wanted to ever since the first time you walked into my office. But I knew I would have to earn that from you."
"We should get to bed," Emily says, giving him a kiss. "But maybe I'm not opposed to waking up in the middle of the night to someone wanting a taste."
Joe groans. "I'm trying to behave myself."
Emily laughs and wraps her legs around his waist, as he carries her to his bed. She lays on her back and welcomes him with a kiss, when he covers her body with his. She feels the bulge in his pants and lets out a soft moan as she bites his bottom lip. Desire grows inside both of them as his lips make their way to her neck and his hands make their way up under the shirt she now wore. Joe holds himself back, not wanting to go faster than she may be willing to go.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." He says in her ear, kissing the spot behind it. "If you want me to stop, I will."
They both knew that once they took that step, it'll help take things to a deeper level between them. They didn't know how deep things would go, but they were both hoping that it would last.
"A taste wouldn't hurt." She moans out.
"Thank fuck." He groans out, pulling away enough to help take her pants off, followed by her panties.
Emily makes herself more comfortable on the bed, while Joe pulls the shirt up, kissing her ribs and down her stomach, before placing his lips on the inside of her legs. She catches her breath as he places his large hands on legs, keeping them apart.
"It looks perfect." He says, dragging his tongue up her slick folds and hears her gasp and moan. A few more licks before he focuses on the bundle of nerves, licking and sucking at it. Emily arches her back and moans as pleasure shoots up her spine and her hands grab at the sheets.
"Joe." She moans out, as one of his fingers make their way in.
He pulls his mouth back momentarily and pushes a second finger in. She was tight around them, but he still managed to get to her sweet spot, before going back to her bundle of nerves with his mouth. He meant when he said he wouldn't want to stop, once he got a taste, and it was just proving him right. It wasn't long after that, Emily felt an orgasm wanting to push to the surface.
"Please, don't stop." She moans, getting closer. "Joe."
Before she knew it, an orgasm was ripping through her harder than she had expected, with spots of lights in her eyes. Thinking Joe would stop, he kept going pulling another strong orgasm out of her a few minutes later. A third one followed shortly after that as well. Slowly pulling his fingers back out, he kept on her clit until the last of her third orgasm went through. Kissing the inside of her legs, he made his way up her body and admired the glow on her face. They share a kiss as she gently came back down from her high.
"You taste good." He huskily says against her lips.
"Where'd you learn how to be that good?" She asked, her hands on his back, keeping his body close to hers. "I will definitely repay you."
Joe gives her a devastating smile. "For now, lets just get you some sleep. I think I've worn you out enough for the night."
Emily pouts, thinking he wouldn't see, but he nipped at her bottom lip when she did. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, and though he watched her sleep for a bit, he followed suit and let sleep overtake him. A few hours later though, she woke up to his head between her legs again, as an orgasm washed through her. This man knew what he was doing and she thought it should be illegal for a man to be this good with his tongue and his hands.