The Boss's Game

6: PLEASURE

"What the hell are you doing here?"

He didn't say a word, he just pushed his way past me. "Please. Come in." I said, rolling my eyes at him. As he stood in my lounge, I shut the door and went into the kitchen to go grab a drink, but before I could, he came up behind me, grabbing my waist and spinning me round and kissing me with enough force to knock a breath out of me.

When he finally broke away, I took the opportunity to ask him again what the hell he was doing here.. In my apartment!

"Mr. Black, why are you here.. In my apartment?" I asked, a curious brow raised.

"Because you drive me fu*king crazy." He said, taking my face between his hands.

Not the answer I was expecting...

"That still doesn't explain why you're here though, does it."

He pulled me closer to him, closing the little gap between us. "Actions speak louder than words, Miss. Beaumont." He whispered before leaning down and placing little kisses on my neck, making me bite my lip to contain the sound that was trying to escape.

He's playing with me, I know he is. I pushed him away, making a frustrated look appear on his face. I think I just made the beast angry, but I didn't care, I just ignored his mood.

"Well that wasn't very nice." He teased.

"I don't care. I'm not doing this. No matter how much I want to." I turned away and winced at that last part.

Me and my big mouth!

He spun me round slowly and seductively so I was facing him again, pushing me into the counter behind me. "Tell me something," he whispered, lifting me up onto the counter. "Why push me away when you know you're body is aching for me?" He continued, placing his hand on my thigh. I placed mine on top of his and tried to push it away, but his grip tightened.

"Don't fight it." He whispered.

I wanted to fight it.
I wanted to resist it.
But I couldn't..

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fight this feeling inside me. He picks his words.. His moves carefully. And I fall hook, line and sinker for it every damn time.

I couldn't fight it, I couldn't resist it. I wanted him so bad it was ridiculous. Whatever game he was trying to play, I think it's clear that he's winning.. Which means I'm failing. I can't let him win, but the things he does to me. The way my body feels when I'm around him.. It's getting too hard to fight. Too hard to resist.

I unconsciously let out a quiet moan as his hand slid further up my thigh. Him kissing my neck also wasn't really helping, just making me more turned on by his touch.

I actually hate him. I hate that he makes me feel this way.

But the as*hole is too damn good at what he does. He's got me right where he wants me; I'm putty in his hands.

My whole body is on fu*king fire and I'm melting like ice.

He moved his hand in between my legs, making me grab onto the counter as his hand was nearing the one place I was craving for him to be.

I opened my eyes and he was staring right at me, a devilish smirk right across his face.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I said as he rubbed little circles on my thigh.

"More than you know." He whispered.