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Chapter 11

When they had finally made their way across campus to her dormitory, Samantha asked him to come in while she looked for her purse. Jack smiled when he saw his roses in the vase he'd had delivered this morning. He sat on her bed as she rummaged around for her checkbook and stuffed it into her purse. As he sat on the bed, he was pleased to smell the scent of her arousal on the bed. Just as Sam was ready to go, she looked in horror as Jack's hand pressed down on the wet spot her dreams last night created. She turned nearly purple with humiliation.

Jack pulled her onto his lap to try and comfort her, but she turned her head away. Gently, he asked, "Samantha would you look at me?"

Reluctantly, she turned her face towards his, a few tears of embarrassment on her face as she looked at him. "What?"

"My darling Samantha, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assured her. "You told me earlier that you had dreamed about me."

"Telling you is one thing, this is-"

"Samantha, I'm about to do something very ungentlemanly which I hope you will forgive." Jack took her hand and placed it against his cock and let her feel his how hard he was. "This is what you do to me my Samantha. I'm not ashamed that you excite me and the fact I excite you pleases me tremendously."

"Really?" she asked, relaxing slightly as he reassured her. She was slightly distracted and fascinated feeling his erection through his pants, she'd never touched a man that way. Jack groaned and she felt him grow even harder under her hand, Sam felt curiously pleased.

"Samantha," he moaned. Pulling her hand from his lap, he gently kissed her palm. "I suppose we should be going before I completely forget myself."

She rose reluctantly, "All right."

Jack stood and picked up his briefcase as she reached for her purse. Running his hand through his hair, he gave her a smile as he struggled to collect his thoughts. Before he took his Samantha out tonight he was definitely going to have to relieve some tension or he'd be tempted to ravage her in the middle of the restaurant. Her innocence was no match for his experience and he could easily have her begging him to take her; but Jack wanted to seduce her slowly and teach her to play the game. There were hidden depths to her and he didn't want to take her until she was under no uncertain terms his and his alone.

Jack escorted Samantha to his car and drove far from Quantico and everything connected to the bureau. Pulling up in front of a small bistro that looked acceptable for lunch, Jack leaned over for a chaste kiss. He got out to open Samantha's door and held his hand out to her. Once inside they found an intimate booth and sat side by side. A quick perusal of the menus and a disgusted scan of the winelist by Jack and they were ready to order. The waiter took their order and earned a scowl from Jack when he ogled Samantha longer than he deemed acceptable.

"Jack, what are you doing?" she asked as he pulled a small notebook out from inside his jacket and scribbled on it.

"Just a quick note to kill the waiter later for leering at you."

Unaware Jack was perfectly serious, she laughed, "While you're at it, could I give you a couple other names to add to the list?"

"You have but to tell me. Your wish is my command."

The waiter came back to the table with glasses and a bottle of Zinfandel which he placed on the table before them. Jack noted with annoyance he left without waiting for approval of the bottle. After pouring the dubious vintage into a glass he handed it to Samantha and poured one for himself. He took a sip and was pleasantly surprised when she cupped his chin in her hand and licked a drop of wine from his lips. When she put her hand on his inner thigh he nearly dropped his glass. Pandora's box, he feared, had been opened and his Samantha was catching on very quickly. If Jack wanted to keep his plans on his schedule, he'd better regain control of the situation and quickly.

Relief flooded him when the waiter appeared with their salads and Samantha removed her hand from his leg. Time to find something safe and non-sexual to discuss, ah family, nothing like a mental dose of parental disapproval. Jack began to talk about his parents and demanded Samantha tell him about hers. The main course arrived without further incident and Jack felt more in control of his body and emotions. As they ate, she asked about Jack's career in the FBI and why he joined.

"To be honest I got involved in profiling and joined the FBI because I was desperate for a new challenge. I've trained a little in a lot of things and never had found anything which challenged me."

"I see, a regular Jack of all Trades, huh? Well you must be a master of at least a few things or you wouldn't be up for the director position in California when Lawson retires next year."

"To be honest Samantha, my position in the bureau is of little importance to me. That's not the position that concerns me."

Taking a sip of wine, she asked, "So what position does concern you?"

After she sat her glass down, Jack took Samantha's hand in his and kissed her wrist as he replied. "The position I'm going to occupy in your life."

"Oh," she breathed uncertain of what to say.

Jack pressed his lips to her mouth and kissed down her throat as he murmured, "I want to love you Samantha, if you'll let me. Being able to wake up beside you each morning and call you my own, that's the only position I care about."

"Oh Jack-" she sighed and surrendered to his kiss as he brought his lips to hers.

Caught up in each other's embrace, their mouths consumed one another greedily. There kissing continued until the waiter loudly cleared his throat and placed the bill on the table. Jack's dark eyes shot daggers at the interloper. That was the final straw he decided as he reached into his wallet for money, the waiter would die...