The Amish Billionaire's Lady (Book 1 Amish Lovers Series)

The Barn

 I had been home from my ordeal all day when I realized I had left my computer, cell phone, and samples at the construction site. 

"s**t," I thought, throwing myself on my teal couch. 

I hated the thought of having to go out there and as my mind ran through different scenarios, I knew that the only realistic option was going out there and getting my stuff. 

So, I grabbed my keys and stormed out....slamming the door behind me. 

It was late enough in the day that my hope was most if not all of the workers would be gone for the day and I needed my stuff, as I hopped in the Tiguan and drove to the construction site, I bounced my legs to get out a few my jitters. 

As I drove up the dirt road, all of the trucks were gone for the day, just as I had hoped. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. After the drama from that morning, I was content with avoiding Samuel as much as possible. If he couldn’t be nice to me then avoid him seemed the only realistic option. At the very least I could tell Doug that I was trying to avoid him. Right?

 I stepped out of my SUV, and jogged down the gravel path, around the side of the house when I noticed that one of the side barn doors was still open. I approached the battered and white-washed farmer-style door pushed it further open and shouted. 

“Hello? Anyone still here?” 

I waited a minute for a reply. 

None.

I stepped inside to say hello to the chickens and as I bent over to grab a piece of straw. I felt an arm come around my waist and grab me. I felt the heat of someone’s breath upon my neck and then I heard his voice. 

“What don’t you understand?" His voice was harsh as he spoke. His Amish beard roughly rubbed on my neck sending sparks down my spine. I could feel the heat within me rising.

“I work so hard to resist you and yet here you are? What am I going to do with you?”

“What do you plan to do with me?” I said in a barely audible whisper. 

His arm moved quickly grabbing me by the hips and thrust me up against the hard wooden wall. My face was pressed against his chest, the same chest that had caused me so much pain earlier in the morning. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he panted heavily in promised expectation. Then he lifted my chin with his hand with a softness I was not expecting. 

“Go stand in the center over there.” He said, jerking his chin towards the center of the room.

Surprised by my obedience, I moved to the center of the musty room without breaking eye contact. I ran my eyes up and down taking in every ounce of his Godlike body. His Amish lifestyle had toned his muscles to perfection and the summer sun had bronzed his body to exquisite excellence. “Samuel, do you have a f*****g clue how gorgeous you are?” 

He stared back at me, eyes wide with anticipation. 

“Undress.” He said in a seductive way and commanding way.

 My breath caught at the tone of his voice as I noticed something playful in his eyes and my legs trembled in expectation. I bit the bottom of my lip and slowly began to undress, never breaking eye contact with him. I told myself that I was in control of this situation and at any time I could leave or overpower him but deep down I understood that I wanted this as much as he did. As I stepped out of my leggings and stood in front of Samuel in nothing but my bra and underwear, I decided to play coy with him and asked,

 “What about your turn?” eyeing his fully clothed body dying to bring to fruition the week-long fantasies I had replayed over and over in my head. 

There were parts on his body I longed to suck, places my fingers longed to trace and so much more. As if he could read my thoughts, he rushed me with a ferocity unmatched. Our lips crashed together and he began devouring me. 

When he broke from our long passionate kiss, he laughed rubbing his beard in such a sexy manner saying, 

“Isn’t it more fun for you to undress me?”

 I was taken aback by this playful man and his tone. It was so different from the cold, standoffish man I can come to despise. My hand went around his neck and I roughly grabbed his hair responding to his kiss. I reached for the buttons on his grey flannel shirt running my hands along the ripples underneath marking the outline of his abs. A slow moan escaped from his throat as I licked and sucked from his ear to his neck. 

“f**k woman. You are going to be the death of me." he moaned. 

Then with a flick of his wrist, he unsnapped my bra, massaging and playing with my n*****s setting my core on fire. He pinched my breasts hard heightening my arousal bringing me to new heights and I felt my s****l fire becoming a raging inferno. 

Not willing to be outplayed, I ran my hands down his pants resting my hand on the bulge that was ready to burst from his pants. I rubbed it, enjoying the moans bellowed from his throat, and slowly began to unzip his beautiful firm bulge that I had been so happily dreaming about for days. 

When his shaft was free from his pants, I took delight in running my hands along with it, quickening my pace as his body responded to the pleasure I created. 

“f**k. That feels so good baby but it’s my turn.” I moaned as he kissed my neck and trailed his kisses down my body till he reached between my legs to my inner folds making me tremble and moan. 

“Samuel! I need you. f**k me!” He worked his way back up to my mouth kissing me passionately. His chiseled body shone in the evening sunlight showing off his ripped and firm muscles. His kiss made its way to my neck when he grabbed my buttocks and carried me to a pile of hay laying me down gently.

 “Say it.” He whispered. 

“f**k me,” I said. 

“Say please” 

“f**k! Samuel! Please!” I screamed.