LOVING MS. BILLIONAIRE

11.

Driving fast along the streets of New York could be serene sometimes. Amidst all the chaos and busy activities, I found it oddly satisfying to brush after people and other drivers in haste. I needed the adrenaline rush to clear my head. To think through all the dangers of discovery I put myself into every single day. Why couldn't I just give up the stupid heist and look for a normal job already? The temptation of working with Miss Leyla and not touching a finger on her was already killing me softly.

And damn did she look scorching hot when she was livid? The way she had bit her lip aggressively when she was angry was a new level of sexiness. I itched to put my fingers in the mass of her curly hair. I felt like I couldn't breathe with the sensation of her fresh smell lingering in my mind. I had never strayed out of an assignment like this before!

I grabbed my phone on the console of the car and dialled her number. My fingers hovered at the top of the call button and the urge to call her, hear her voice was bordering unbearable. I imagined what it would feel like to have my hands roam the entirety of her body and I groaned in frustration.

Deciding against calling her, I turned my car around to head back to the office. What I would tell her when I get there, I had no idea. All these sensations felt new to me. I have had my fair share of sexy, hot women but none of them brought me this close to going insane with desire. How could this have happened in such a short span of time?

I hastily parked my car and ran upstairs like a man on a mission. People looked at me weirdly but I had other things occupying my head to care about that. Once I reached the twentieth floor, I was stopped by Anke who had been informed not to allow either me or Sean back into the office for the rest of the day.

How the hell did she know I would come back?

We bickered back and forth, fighting for dominance. I wanted in and she wanted me out. When she realized that she wasn't going to succeed in keeping me off, she gave up and stomped to her office defeated. I grabbed the handle of the door without knocking and let myself in.

"I had a feeling you would come back," Miss Leyla said calmly. She was standing by the glass wall watching the usual buzz of the city. The skyscrapers looked extraordinarily tall today and the cars below resembled stuffed animals at a pet store.

I silently approached and stood right behind her. Everything shouted for me to grab and pin her to the wall but I resisted with difficulty. When self-control completely flew out of the window, I found my front glued to her back and she gasped her breath hitching.

"W--what a..are you d- doing Mr J- Jordan?" The words came out in stuttered pants as she was breathing heavily.

Glad to know I wasn't the only one feeling something.

The air shot out of my lungs, she had me trapped in her electrifying aura. I smiled crookedly, her presence alluring me. Bewitched me even. She resembled a fantasy heroine, a divine sight. I couldn't resist such galactic seduction; even if my life depended on it. She was ungodly sexy and I was submitting to her torturous prowess by the minute, albeit unwilling. Glancing toward the city below, I was reminded of what I had to lose if I were to think with my straying male anatomy.

I took a step back to reconsider my actions and the loss of her body heat hit me differently. I sighed dejectedly. This was unfairly inhuman. Miss Leyla turned to face me with a look I couldn't quite decipher. A lascivious gleam entered her remarkably arresting brown Bambi eyes and it captured my defenceless self. Her gaze was penetrative. All I ached to do was explore its extent. Her voice came out in terse puffs and my eyes darkened in response. I struggled to understand and fathom the reality that she was my boss. Our chemistry was obviously present, no matter the amount. I was trying really hard to find a single reason to justify my actions but all I got were a thousand ones of why I shouldn't. I looked away from her breathlessly and in a blushing frustrating mess.

Throwing all sanity away, I once again approached her, hands trembling at my sides. My heart throbbed with a bittersweet delight. A delightful confusion. It was begging me to give in to a moment of sweet, sweet heaven. I was at a point in my life where romantic companionship was not even merely appealing, but having Miss Leyla within arm's length was another story altogether. She was screwing with my head.

With a sudden straightforwardness, I pressed my lips to her soft mouth and marvelled in the taste of her. She tasted of strawberries. A few moments in it and I knew she was the best kisser that I'd ever had the privilege of joining lips with. Her lips moved tenderly across my own and I tried so hard not to ravish her like the beast that I was.

Oh, dear! She was fucking kissing me back?

I didn't know if I should smile or cry at the realization. My hands found their way to her hair and I drew her closer while pressing her tightly against me. Too close. Just the way I liked it. An immense feeling floated throughout my body and I was like a starved animal. I never knew kissing somebody could feel like such a sweet fire. Famished and untamed, I pushed my tongue into her mouth to explore the rest of her and she earnestly welcomed me. The tent on my pants was noticeably large and she drew her hand below to touch.

Oh no! Sweet hell.

Her innocence was adding to my fire and I breathed like a strangled cat. A flame burnt through me like a wildfire, threatening to burn me to ashes. I guided her to the table, the way I liked it in my midday fantasies and discarded her blazer which looked to be getting in the way. Subconsciously, my hands moved to fold over her breast and she shivered conspicuously. When my hands moved to unbutton her blouse, she stilled. Rock hard still. A panicked expression crossed her face and she jumped out of my embrace like I could scotch her to ashes. She picked her blazer from the floor and bolted out of the office faster than the flash could. I looked at her retreating figure and wrinkled my nose in utter confusion. I inhaled sharply before tugging at my hair painfully.

Fucking good job Mason. You deserve a standing ovation for that.