Fool Like You (2 page)

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I feel
the heat from his strong hand pass through my skirt and onto my skin. My nipples
betray me again and harden on their own volition. His touch is sudden and
unexpected I need time to breathe and think if this is one of my daydreaming
days about him. I don't k wow why I am not doing something about it. An
overwhelming feeling surges through me.

His
other thick arm appears beside me and dials the secret code on the panel. The
elevator doesn
’
t stop and continues to his private chamber
upstairs. Before I could say anything, his twin arms appear on either side of
my head and a low voice next to my ear murmurs,
“
I like
it when you say that,
”
I feel his breath on my neck.
He smells so good and the heat he passes to my neck is tightening my breath.
“
Say it
again.
”
He
commanded.

“
As you
wish, Mr Dyer.
”
My lips betray me into saying this. I am already
imagining his hand cupping my breasts. I blink in wide-eyed confusion. Should I
pinch myself? Is this really happening? Why the heck am I enjoying this?

I think
I am waiting for the door to open as we trek upwards, but the elevator doesn
’
t stop
at his private floor. It goes higher. What is going on? Where are we going?

My
breath almost stops with the elevator at the last floor in the building. It
’
s not
really a floor. When the elevator grounds to a halt and its door opens I am
looking at a glass window that overlooks the city skyline. I am on top of the
world, a little too close to the clouds. That
’
s much
higher than being swept off your feet.

He
pushes me gently against the glass, my hips betraying me again and arching for
him. Am I going to accuse each part of my body of betrayal or is it
me
who wants this?

The
cool glass against my sensitive nipples evokes a breathless moan, not only out
of my mouth but from the pores of my skin, accompanied by a light shiver. He
pulls my hands up, palms against the window. Every part of my body obeys him.
Something he
’
s always been used to, but I am not.

Then I
feel his hard length against my body.

“
You
smell so good,
”
he grows like an caveman in a suit. His voice
is low, steady, confident, demanding, and so sexy my whole body wriggles to it.
I long to hear it again but can
’
t tell him.
“
Naughty
girl,
”
He
grants my secret wish.

His
hand moves up and we lace fingers against the window glass as he dips his head
over my neck. Intentionally, he doesn
’
t touch
my neck. He breathes warm air over it and the veins in my neck harden with
pleasure and pain. I want him to sink his mouth in my neck, lick my skin, but
he keeps slow, teasing me.

I think
I am going to blackout. His voice and his breath are a diabolic combination
that I am too week to resist. I close my eyes, allowing the heat of the morning
sun to kiss my closed eyelids, and I let out a long sigh as the orange behind
my eyelids fills my imagination.

I
’
m about
to moan and tell him that I want his touch badly, but I
’
d never
let that Billionaire Bastard know that. My body has deceived me already.

“
Alice,
”
He
pronounces with that low lilt in his voice. He brushes his nose against my
earlobe, letting me feel his need. His touch sends a short circuit through my
brain. I think my eyes roll back under the lids. He lets out a warmer and
longer breath like a dying fish longing for air, which is now his lust for me.

I could
still hear the resonating echoes of him calling my name seconds ago.
“
Do you
taste as good as you smell?
”
He says. This time his voice
is more demanding than before. His words sounds like asking, but there isn
’
t one
hint for that in his tone. This is an implacable order. I find myself adjusting
my head for him so he sinks his mouth into my neck like his life depended on
it. His lips slide over the skin in my neck, then behind my tongue, slowly, so
slowly biting my earlobes, then his tongue flicks out to my neck again.

Still,
with my eyes closed, I am enjoying this. Oh.
God. I am enjoying this
billionaire bastard.

When he
starts nipping on my neck and cheek, my body presses back against his manhood,
rubbing it slightly. I don
’
t want him to know how much I
like this. He is a jerk. A beautiful jerk.

But he
catches my move and responds, rotating his hips to suit my slight movement. I
think he is smirking behind me but I can
’
t see.
I am still not opening my eyes. It feels better that way, enjoying this with my
eyes closed.

“
Fuck,
”
He
says.

His
hands trail down across my hips as he still enjoys by back rubbing his front. It
’
s like
a dance. A slow burning dance without much room for taking your breath. His
hands rub my sides and then sneak back to rub my behind, slightly squeezing the
flesh back there. I can see he likes it and it
’
s
tearing me apart.

His
hand finally glides down my thighs. I open my eyes. Like a voyager his hands
inspect the area, curious, longing, and knowing where he wants to go. Slowly,
he lifts up the hem of my skirt, moving his rough fingers across the smooth
skin of my inner thigh before he pulls my skirt up toward my hips.

I find
myself pressing my legs together, trapping one of his hands in between. I don
’
t know
if it
’
s out
of need or if I have second thoughts about this.

But he
doesn
’
t know
of hesitation, and he doesn
’
t take no for an answer.
“
Spread your
legs,
”
He
says. Demeaning this time, but also a little softer.

I obey
immediately and my legs part to give his fingers access, sliding along the
outside of my soaked panties.

I gasp
loudly as his fingers press against my aching core. Oh. My. God.

I open
my eyes.

The
pain, the pleasure, is sensational I think I am seeing things that don
’
t make
sense. Maybe it
’
s the sun heating up my skin.

How is
this happening to me? I am trapped between the glass window overlooking the
city of New York and his live hot body behind me. I am up there in the clouds,
not thinking if there is anyone who could see me like that and this high. But
there are no higher buildings than ours.
His building
. His erection, is
what he likes to call it sometimes. Sebastian is number one architects in the
city.

Every
fantasy I
’
d secretly had with the billionaire bastard is
just happening, really happening, and I am not doing anything to stop it. This
is so not like me.

His
pulsing, strong fingers slide across my clit with increasing frequency.
Something inside me is screaming euphorically. My hips, my legs, and my whole
body moves on its own as if it
’
s not mine, as if it
’
s his,
belonging to his demand and pleasure. I am going to fight with myself later for
this, I know. Kickboxing with my shadow, crashing my reflection in the mirror.
But right now it
’
s too enjoyable to think of its
consequences. I love this, and I am doing my best not to show how much I love
it. If I do, even this bastard will freak out.
Who are you fooling, Alice?
He fucking knows you love it!

The
more his fingers work their charm, the more I crave his touch. I can feel his
intensity and pleasure rising. He likes this as much as I do, even more. His
head rises up for a second and sink back with his teeth into my shoulder. If he
bites me, I won
’
t scream, because I don
’
t mind.
I like feeling of his teeth on the back of my shoulder, and it isn
’
t
painful. It feels like a release of a beautiful tension, a butterfly oozing out
of its cocoon.

He
slides his fingers again beneath the thin cotton and lace and strokes my wet
skin, pulling at my tender opening in a way that has me moaning so loud my
voice echoes in the elevator
–
what ever that Land of Oz
machine we
’
re in is.
Are you hearing this, world?
Moaning this high near the clouds?

“
That
’
s
right,
”
he
says behind me. I am sure he has a smug on his face.
“
Let me
touch take you even higher above the clouds.
”

Bastard!
Did he read my thoughts?

“
I need
you to come for me,
”
he whispers, sounding full of
himself. When he doesn
’
t talk, his lips and teeth run
back immediately to my now-boneless neck. His fingers push deeper inside me.
His thumb is flicking my hard nub in a way I know he wouldn
’
t stop
whatever what. I can
’
t stop myself from coming, my
legs are shaking, my eyelids are throbbing, the sunlight is flashing in my eyes
as I am about to reach the zenith of my orgasm. I see rainbows with my
trembling eyes. In fact, I don
’
t see anything. It
’
s a
moment of intolerable and intense feelings that you
’
d think
you
’
d die
if this keeps escalating.

With a
loud cry
–
a tinge of beautiful pain
–
I come
hard. My forehead rests against the glass while shuddering, unable to stand on
my legs, and almost drooling. I can hear him panting behind me, happy as I am,
leaning his chin on my back and his hands clubbing my sensitive breast.

Then
suddenly his cell phone rings.

What a
perfect timing.

I don
’
t feel
I have the energy to feel shocked or to wake up from the thrill and feel of the
moment. Lust has taken over me and him and any catastrophe that happens in the
world right now would feel so trivial.

He
picks up the phone. I hastily rearrange my clothing as the elevator chugs back
down the shaft. His eyes never stop looking at me while I dress up and he talks
on the phone. It seems the office is asking about me. They say I was seen
riding in the elevator but don
’
t know where I went.
Arrogantly, he fakes being upset with me for not arriving on time.

Billionaire
Bastard.

I will
later tell them that I had to go to the bathroom, and then deal with this jerk.
Right now, I am doing my best to catch my breath and get out of here. I fumble
for the floor buttons, pressing every button within my reach. This seems to
only amuse him.

As I
get out, he says something to me,
“
You
taste even better than I imagined.
”
He
muses, licking his fingers. The look he gives me makes my knees weak. I snort
and walk away to the nearest bathroom. I couldn
’
t even
let myself think about what happened, each step away replaying the scene in my
head again. I decide I can
’
t think straight and take the
stairs instead of the elevator forty floors down the garage. It is a crazy
thing to do but each floor down gives me more time to rethink.

I
arrive at my car and call the office, pretending I am sick now, and that had a
I have to visit the doctor, and that I might be back in two hours. I don
’
t care
if he fires me. I can
’
t allow myself to think of what
had just happened until I get far away from here. I don
’
t know
why I feel this way. I think I want to be as far away as possible from
him
.

Rearranging
my hair in the rear view mirror, I stare at my reflection and wondered if that
is me staring back.

What.
The. Fuck. Was. That.

3

“
Shit,
”
I
mumble to myself, driving aimlessly around eighth avenue. No matter how many
times I ask myself,
‘
What the hell was that?
”
I don
’
t have
the answers. Looking at the cars next to me, I start feeling paranoid that I
’
d meet
someone I know. However I think of it, there is no explanation to what just
happened.

Glancing
out the window, I find a good looking man in his BMW looking back at me. I keep
staring at him, wondering if my nipples would harden looking at a rich man who
looks like he just came out swimming of a GQ magazine.

But
nothing happens. Why is this happening with Mr. Dyer then?

I hate
the bastard, hate him, but still fantasize about him. Did he know that? Is that
why he approached me today? Am I such an open book?

God. I
am the one who always warns my friends from dating assholes who want nothing
but to get in my pants. I had my share of bad boys in college already. I don
’
t need
a man like Sebastian Dyer. What
’
s wrong with me? What happened
today is so not like me.

My cell
rings. It
’
s him. The bastard.

“
Well,
if you think that you can just leave the building and smell sunshine outside,
forgetting you have a job to do, better sign your resignation beforehand,
Alice,
”
He
says with a demanding tone of a dead man with no soul.
Fucker!
“
Because
I have meeting to attend in 45 minutes. It
’
s
enough time for me to hire a new lawyer.
”

Shit. I
forgot. The meeting with the Lu Si Rare company. I am the one who has all the
legal details. I could get fired right now. But should I tolerate him being an
asshole about it?
Paychek is a biiiiitch!

“
Yes,
Mr. Dyer,
”
I grit my teeth and see the all the cussing
words I want to call him in the reflection of my eyes in the car
’
s
mirror.
“
I will
be right there,
”
I play secretary, which means
I play nice, obedient, and down to earth. These characteristics come with the
job or you don
’
t get hired. Bosses don
’
t like
secretaries who have strong opinions.

“
That
’
s not
how I like you to respond to my wishes, Alice,
”
He
says.
“
Didn
’
t we
agree on how you respond to me?
”

Bastard.
Fucker. I am going to kill you!

I grit
my teeth harder, my jaw tightens while trying to keep my voice playful, and
then I say the words he likes me to say,
“
As you
wish, Sir.
”

“
That
’
s it,
”
He
says. I swear I can see the smirk on his face in my mind
’
s eyes.
“
Now get
me coffee with hazelnut flavor and a something sweet to eat on your way. You
got twenty minutes max.
”