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What the heck am I doing?
This is... insanity.
The way I cannot get enough of P'Mile is pure madness
I just can't get enough of his touch and his kisses... none of it makes sense and now we're doing it in the elevator despite Phi saying that we need to be careful where we engage.
I know we could get caught making out in the lift on his way to his office but I can't get myself to move away from him.
His massive hand is wrapped around my waist and I am pulled flush against him. He smells addictively of expensive cologne and... class. There not a hair out of place and his eyes are cold and hard to read.
Sometimes...
Sometimes I think he was able to play a mafia boss because he belongs to one. I know it's a crazy thought but if anyone could belong in the mafia, then it would be Mile.
"Fuck Kitten, I can still taste myself on your lips," Mile rasps, his hot breath mingling with mine and I blush at his words. I can't believe he would say that out loud. This morning on our way to the office, I may or may not have gone down on him in the parking lot. Just thinking about it sends my cheeks flushing with heat.
For him to mention it must means that he likes seeing the reaction his dirty mouth gets out of me.
"You can't say that," I whisper, biting into my lips and looking down.
"I can say whatever the hell I want and right now, I want to kiss that perfect mouth of yours," he says, dipping his head down and taking his lips with mine in a long hard kiss that leaves me melting against him. I open my lips for him to deepen the kiss and he doesn't disappoint, shoving my back against the elevator as he devours my mouth, his tongue meeting mine in need. We're like two crazy animals that just can't get enough of each other.
A whimper slips out of my mouth when I feel his palm slide down to my erection. I wrap my hands around his broad shoulders as pleasure shoots up my spine.
Good heavens, this is pathetic.
P'Mile is barely touching me and I am this close to losing it. All the man has done is kiss me and I am already at my wit's end. Is this how it is for everyone?
My body is drawn tight with the need for release when suddenly Mile breaks the kiss and pushes me behind him. I stare blankly at his massive suited back as he crowds me to the wall and I blink in confusion at just what happened.
It slowly starts to dawn on me that we almost got caught kissing as the elevator door opens to admit more people into the room.
Oh, is that why Mile crowded me into the wall? To hide my jutted zipperline.
My cheeks flame in horror at people noticing my obvious display of lust. For a minute I forgot we were at our agency taking the elevator up to Mile's private office.
"Good morning, P'Mile," calls out an unfamiliar voice before another comes and then another and soon, the elevator is filled with people who suddenly care about "P'Mile's" morning.
No one notices me hidden behind the man built like behemoth. Really, how can this guy be so tall and built compared to the people around me.
"So, P'Mile, are you headed to your office?" calls out a small feminine voice that sends my eyes narrowing into Mile's back. I want to lean up and see who is talking but Mile is crowding their view from me.
"Yes," Mile says firmly.
"Oh, really? That's so cool," the girl giggle and I roll my eyes. What so cool about a guy heading to work? He has to earn a living like everyone else, right?
Wrong!
P'Mile is the wealthiest man in our little group. And that is saying a lot because the other actors also have side jobs except well, Mile... he is old money rich. The kind that is born into wealth that keeps on doubling every decade so maybe him going to work like the rest of us peasants is kinda cool.
Damnit, I hate that I am agreeing with that girl who is clearly trying to flirt with my daddy!
My daddy? I cringe at the thought.
I mean, Mile and agreed that I could call him that but only when we're intimate. To think of him out of that context kinda feels...
I shake my head, refusing to think about it and notice that while I was lost in my head, the girl seems to have chatted Mile a little more and fuck, why is this elevator ride so long. Are we headed to heaven or something.
As if on cue, the elevator dings and the door open. Everyone filters out slowly, wishing Mile a good day, leaving three of us in the lift. This is our floor but no one else gets out.
"After you," Mile says to the girl.
"I... uhm, P'Mile, I was hoping we could talk like... in private?"
I shimmy away from Mile's back and peek at the girl, placing her as one of the new interns. She is pretty, I'll give her that, with wide brown eyes and hair so dark and long it's so perfect.
"What do you mean by that?" Mile asks in a monotone voice. That voice that he adopts when he doesn't want you to know what he is thinking. The same voice he used to give me before we became more.
"I mean, maybe we could have a coffee sometime?"
Oh fuck no!
Mile is mine... for like a week but still... he is mine!
Until that week is over, there will be no "having coffees" and "private meetings" with any girls. Especially those with beautiful hair.
"I'm sorry but I don't meet staff outside of work. It could lead to misunderstandings, if you know what that means."
"I... of course," the girl stammers and I fight back a grin which immediately falls when I remember that in a weeks time, I will be in her shoes to.
Well, I don't care.
I am not in love with P'Mile or anything. In a week, I will simply walk away a better kisser and hopefully learn how to last more than a couple of seconds...
I won't look back when seven days are over.
I don't love this man. Walking away will be a piece of cake.
