If You Think I Need You/Ch 7

The minute Daniel closed the door behind them, they both began kissing and grabbing one another hungrily, as if they hadn't seen each other for years. Trying to keep things together when she had heard of Christina's accident had been almost impossible for Betty.

Although she looked worse for wear, just talking to her friend and finding out her fall had not caused as much injury as she feared had at least put her mind to rest somewhat. Overall, she and the baby had fared well. It was such a relief for Betty to know her friend was going to be alright.

Her emotions were running quite high, what with all the usual Meade family drama, the thought of going to Paris for her first time with Daniel, her makeover, finally getting her braces off after all these years, and well, come on, the man was seriously driving her crazy, whispering in her ear, nuzzling her neck, touching her all over. How would any woman be able to resist his advances? Especially when the man looked, smelled and tasted that good!

He managed to back her quickly over to the sofa that was in the copy room, even with the lights off, there was enough natural light coming in through the bottom of the window shade so he could make out shapes and shadows sufficiently enough as he guided her.

Betty hoped it was a copy room, anyway. She blinked, trying to make sure they hadn't wandered into some kind of lab, full of chemicals, or the morgue or something very non-sexy and creepy! But luckily, it appeared to just be a plain old, run-of-the mill copy room. Hopefully, no one would need copies right now and have a key!

Daniel moaned, pulling away slightly and cupping her face, as he looked at her sternly, "Betty! Sweetie, we're sort of on a time-crunch here! Besides, you're messing with my confidence a little, now. Focus, please! I need your heart and lips fully engaged if we're...on the same page right now. We are, right? I mean, you've been sending me some pretty strong signals that you want this, too."

"Mhmm...oh, yes, I definitely want it! Sorry, you know me, I start … getting distracted, that's all. I've never had sex in a copy room before."

He pouted slightly, leaning back, "That's not what I heard. What about with Donnie Dork-o? Everybody was saying you two got caught red-handed in the copy room! It wasn't true?"

She hit his chest lightly, "NO! It's not! We didn't have time to...do that. We kept getting interrupted, before we even got much kissing in!"

He grinned slightly, seeming relieved to learn, "Oh yeah? I see. That's good to know. So, this IS your first time in a copy room, then, huh?"

"Yes. It's not yours, though, surely!"

"Actually, believe it or not, it is for me, too. I've definitely kissed a lot in them, but it never got much further than that. Something always managed to keep things from going anywhere. Obviously, I just wasn't with the right girl before.

I can't wait until we get to that nice, romantic hotel in Paris, or even our own private jet with a bed for the mile high club! The airport is almost an hour away in traffic! And I really can't wait that long! I want you here, now, baby…." he punctuated every other word with kisses, on her shoulder, as he pulled down the top of her dress, on her neck, and her decolletage, her face, ears, and eyelids.

He worked his way down her body, as he laid her down gently on the couch, unbuckling his pants and slipping them off as he climbed on top of her, while they continued to kiss feverishly, their passion increasing exponentially by the minute. "Oh, Dan-yul!"

"I promise, honey. When we get to Paris, or hell, even on the plane, we'll take our time."

"I know. It's fine. I just want you now, too. I need you...inside me, Daniel."

"Okay, Betty. Hell, yeah!" He nodded, totally turned on to hear her tell him she wanted him. His Betty, his adorable, sweet, sexy little Betty wanted him. After all this time. Who knew she could be so...so passionate, so insanely sexy and hot?!

She was so much more intense than any of those other women he had wasted his time with. He didn't have the connection with any of them that he did with Betty. She was more than his equal, she lit his desire, she was his inspiration.

She made him feel like he was a good man, a good father, a good person. The fire he felt inside his heart now was new territory for Daniel. Damn, he loved her! In every way possible, she made him feel amazing, feel wanted, feel loved.

What they didn't have this time in more relaxed, easy-going, time-wasting love-making right now they more than made up for in fiery intensity. It was as if they had waited so long to be together, after all those nights as friends over the years, that they couldn't wait one more minute to become one.

"Ohmygodimcoming!" his deep, hoarse voice spilled out all at once, as she clung to his back, and called out his name again, her orgasm almost immediately after his, and her strong thighs, gripped around his waist.

After they both just lie there, totally spent for a moment, he eventually laughed, coming to himself a bit, as he patted one of her thighs, "Whoa! Did you do rodeo riding at some point? These are some mighty strong legs, little lady! Ooh, we really HAVE to try cowgirl on the plane! You are a natural rider!"

She put her legs down, blushing slightly, but laughing, as well as she told him of her fear of needles as a child giving her this "skill" he would surely benefit from. "That was...totally crazy!"

He pulled himself up to sit on the sofa, and helped her sit on his lap, kissing her deeply and nodded, "No kidding! I know you're like ...worried or intimidated or whatever about me having so much experience, honey, but you have to know, that was...insanely hot! I can't wait to have you again, and again, and again, Betty!"

Betty smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she rested her forehead against his for a minute, sighing in utter contentment. She had seriously never felt so happy, so free, and so loved. This feeling being with Daniel was like sky-diving. It opened up her senses, her soul felt whole, felt alive like never before. "I love you, Daniel."

"Ah, Betty! I am SO in love with you, too!" He reached up to kiss her yet again, pulling her on top of him as he slid down, lying on the sofa again. Her kisses were hopeful and sweet. She literally lit him from within, warming his heart and soul, and giving him a reason to grin like a total idiot, proudly, happily, without a bit of his usual sarcasm or irony.

They both knew they had to stop soon. They had certainly missed the first flight his family took hours ago. But if they had any hope of catching up to the other Meades sometime the next day, they really should go...as soon as possible. Daniel moaned, "Mmm...who needs stupid Paris? This is...nice! Let's just stay here, don't you think? We can order French food if we get hungry. Snails for you, right?" he teased.

"Funny guy! Yeah, definitely! Mmmm….I know what you mean. This is...nice. But we'd better leave before someone comes. We probably just got lucky!"

He wagged his eyebrows, and gave her a quick kiss, "Too late, We both already came! And hell yeah, we got lucky! Especially me! Hurry up, you don't have to bring all those clothes. Where we're going, you don't need bras, Betty! It's Paris!"

He laughed, grabbing her hand, as she hurriedly tried to pick up her discarded bra and panties, and stuffed them into her purse, since Daniel didn't seem to be willing to wait for her to put them on. Good thing she was wearing a coat over her dress, she thought.

Daniel was the quickest dresser she had ever seen. No doubt from all those years of practice she thought wryly. Still, none of those women were here now. She was.

And he had just told her how much he loved her. If there was one thing she knew for sure about this man; he didn't say that to women falsely just to sleep with them: ever. Hell, he didn't need to. He didn't have to make fake declarations of love to get women into his bed in the past.

He squeezed her hand as the elevator doors swished close on them, "You okay? Second thoughts? Talk to me, please, Betty. I get worried when YOU stop talking! Especially after we just slept together after being friends for the past three years! Is everything okay?

Please, don't judge me from that as far as...you know, stamina! We're just in a hurry right now. But I want you...every minute we're not eating or sleeping on the plane. And who needs to eat or sleep?" he smiled, trying to read her thoughts.

She returned his smile, and reached on her toes to kiss him soundly.

As she finally released him, Daniel looked at her in surprise, "What was that for?"

"Because, you said you love me. And I believe you."

"I do, Betty. Very much!"

"I know you do. Maybe you never actually told me that you love me before, Daniel, but you show me how much you do by the way you treat me. You always worry about my feelings, you hate to disappoint me or make me angry or sad. You always make sure I have anything I need.

It's true, you may be a tad OVERprotective sometimes, but it is really sweet, too. When you know someone better than they know themselves and you would do anything to protect them, that's love, isn't it?"

"You think you know ME, too? Well, yeah, I guess you really do, come to think of it."

"I know that you did a very kind, unselfish thing back there."

He raised an eyebrow, grinning, "You mean, having sex with you? Thanks, but trust me, my motives were totally self-serving!"

She blushed, and shoved his arm, "No, silly! Not that! I heard you talking to that administrator to pay for Christina's medical expenses."

He shrugged, "She was hurt on Meade Publishing property, Betty. It's only fair that we pay her bill."

"Maybe, but that doesn't include footing the bill for another experimental treatment for her husband's liver disease."

He gave her a puzzled look, "How did you know about that?"

"Like I said, I heard you talking to the administrator."

"Right, but…" she cut him off with another intense kiss, "But nothing! You do these amazing things for people and never expect any thanks. THAT is why I love you, Daniel. You have this huge, caring heart. Like the way you stepped up and took DJ into your heart, changing your whole life for him. It's the sexiest thing about you in my opinion."

He grinned, as she held him in her arms, "Sexier than my great ass?"

She smiled back at him and shrugged, "It's a toss up, I guess. It is a really nice ass!"

As he reached around to cup her bottom he raised his eyebrows, "Well, the feeling is very mutual, Betty. I love your ass, too! I confess I have been admiring it from afar for some time now. But up close, it's totally fantastic! Oh, and you know, all that stuff about me being a good person, thank you, Betty, but that applies to you about ten fold!"

Getting on board the private jet was an eye-opening experience for Betty. She kept touching everything, like an excited child and exclaiming how fancy the plane was, before they finally sat down, "This is so cool, Daniel! I can't believe your family actually owns two of these fancy things! You guys are really rich!"

Daniel nodded, "Yeah. Well, you know none of that is my doing. It was all my dad. He had some help from his father, but mostly he had some seed money he invested, and he had a passion for publishing. It was his whole life. I think he must have seen your passion for magazines when he saw you apply, too. He told me once that hiring you was the best thing he ever did for me. I have to say, that's one of the few things I ever agreed with my old man about."

"So what's your passion in life, Daniel? If you didn't have all this, if you were to start over on your own, what is it you're passionate about?"

"Besides you?" he leaned over, unbuckling his seat belt to kiss her quite passionately.

She blinked, and blew out a breath, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of his kiss at first. Her eyes widened, as she swallowed, then smiled, her cheeks flushed, "Well, thank you, but you know what I meant! A career, silly!"

"You know, I don't think anybody has ever asked me that before. What do I really WANT to do? I'll have to think about that and let you know, Betty. I guess I just always assumed I didn't have a choice. I was born lucky enough to inherit my old man's money, so that meant I would take over, at least sharing running his company with Alexis and my mom. But now that DJ is my son, I really should think about what it is I want to give him as MY legacy."

Once they were in the air at cruising altitude, Daniel took his seatbelt off again and stood, holding out his hand to Betty, "Come on. Let me give you that tour now."

"You already did when we got on the plane, remember?"

"Not of the plane. I meant a tour of your sexy body and what I can do to please you from head to toe now that I can really take my time."