A/N: Enjoy! BOMBS WILL BE DROPPED!


Chapter 3

Waldorf Astoria, Suite 4307.

I looked at him with my brows furrowed before shrugging. I got off the bed, grabbed my jacket and put it back on before walking where he was standing.

"Like I said, thanks for the free ride." I said trying to hide how pissed I was.

Who starts then stops like that!

He let me open the door but when I tried to walk out there was a blonde that looked just like him standing there.

"You must be Ms. Jones." The man said and I nodded slowly.

"Mhm. I'm Stevie, here's your room key, schedule for the following month and this your expense card for food and what else you may need."

I looked at him confused before he just smirked and walked away.

He leaned down to my ear and I shuddered.

"Like I said, your fiancé will wonder why you didn't come home." He whispered before nipping at my neck.

I turned to face him. "I'm going home and you can have someone else head your fucking project."

I started to leave again.

He grabbed my jacket and pulled me into him then crashed his lips onto mine.

Like a damn fool I kissed him back. I explored his mouth with my tongue loving the taste of me mixed with him.

Why does this feel so damn good?

I felt him rip my jacket open then he placed his hand on the back of my thighs and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped them around his waist, needing more from him.

"You're gonna learn I don't like asking twice for things." He muttered against my lips before carrying me over to bed.

I rolled my eyes because if he knew me then he knew I tend to make things difficult.

Clearly.

He asked with his eyes again.

Again I only nodded.

He entered more swiftly and began driving into me over and over again. I wrapped my legs around him, needing everything he was giving to me. I matched every thrust until he stilled my hips by holding me in place.

He shook his head. "This is mine." He said grabbing my legs and crossing them over his chest allowing him to go deeper.

Deeper. I could feel him everywhere, his hand on my breast the other over holding both of my arms above my head.

I wasn't even sure what position I was in or how he was maintaining so much control but I couldn't move if I had the strength of ten men. He fucked me until my body shook unrelentingly and I screamed out.

"Sammmm!" I shouted, arching my body up into his.

Hearing his name come out of me must've done something because he flipped me over onto my stomach and drove into me harder.

I didn't even get a chance to come down from that orgasm before another one began building. I felt his lips on the base of my neck before wrapping his hands underneath my breast and began teasing my nipples.

Talk about an overload of sensations. He drove into me and all I could do was moan his name over and over.

He pulled us both up so that I was now upright and before I could tell him, he came inside me again with me following right behind him.

That was now the second time I allowed this man to take me unprotected. He eased out of me and turned me to face him, his expression was unreadable and I waited for him to say something but I didn't expect what he did say.

"I'm going to fuck you until you remember me."

Holy hellfire.

I looked at him confused because I knew for a fact I'd never met this man before.

"I… what?" I asked and he just smirked before grabbing the room phone and ordering damn near every brunch item for us.

I watch him get out of the bed and go into the large en suite bathroom before returning with a robe and a washcloth in his hand. He handed the warm washcloth to me first and waited for me to clean myself up then handed me the robe.

"We will have brunch and I'll let you rest before dinner. You can stay in my suite or your own, I have a key to both so the choice is yours." He informed me as I put the robe on.

Oh he's clearly lost his marbles because no!

"I won't be staying at either because I will be going home." I said, sounding and feeling like a broken record. I was still coming down from back to back orgasmic high and the damn bomb he'd dropped on me.

I couldn't for the life of me remember ever meeting him or why he thought we'd met before but the certainty in his tone made me think maybe it was possible. Had I met him in passing and just forgot or was it something more?

I could feel him looking at me and it made me shift, not nervously moreso I felt my body starting to hum again and I refused to let that man fuck me again.

"You know they say the body never forgets what the mind blocks out." He teased.

I shook my head. "You must have me confused with someone else because I've only ever been with my fiance."

"I don't think you're someone that lies to themselves so I'll forgive you for forgetting me." He countered.

"Can't forget someone if you never met them. This was a mistake and you need to seek help." I replied with a half laugh.

Sam's eyebrow rose ever so slightly but didn't say anything. He went to the door when there was a knock and retrieved the tray of food and instructed the bellhop to have an assortment of things sent to another suite.

My suite. I rolled my eyes and started to inform the bellhop that was not necessary when I heard him ask about drinks.

"Hot chocolate, sweet red wine and orange juice with pulp."

I stared at him as he rolled the tray over to the bed completely taken aback.

He did his signature smirk, he knew I was shocked because he knew my drink order but only a few people knew I liked pulp in my orange juice.

Balls.


Soooooo... where does he know her from? Why doesn't she remember?!