Romance: Hired (4 page)

Chapter 7

We retreated to one of the lounge rooms where Damon brought out another bottle of wine.  Numerous glasses were consumed and we continued to talk for many hours about anything and everything.  Eventually we relaxed enough to curl up together, cuddling. 

We became relaxed enough to kiss and touch to the point where the both of us were panting and near breathlessness.  I knew that I was already having feelings for this brilliant man.  I knew that I was falling dangerously in love with a man that was probably going to end in my feelings being hurt.

I wanted to protect myself throughout that night, but Damon made me open up in ways that I had never opened up before with anyone else.  His tender kisses and his tender touches traced every part of my body and opened a sensuality that I didn’t know existed. 

I wanted to make love to him, but I didn’t want it to be just for tonight. 

And when I thought about him paying me to love him, I felt dirty inside. 

Damon made no advances toward me sexually other the heavy kissing and petting.  Most billionaires might just take what they wanted. 

He curled up to me watching a classic movie. I must have drifted off too.

I woke up sometime just after midnight.

Damon was curled up to me seeking my warmth when I stepped away from him and out of the covers.  I stepped quietly to the bathroom, and washed my face.

Looking at my face in the mirror, I made my decision.

I had to seduce him by any means possible, otherwise he would be disappointed in me, and I would be back at my wretched apartment with the electricity turned off and an eviction notice.  I was desperate. 

I didn’t want to live on the street, and this was the last night of Damon’s offer. 

He would likely leave for work in the morning and my chance to earn the money he had offered to me would be gone for good. 

Probably, I would never see him again after tonight.  The thought of that actually was the worst of all.  Sure, if I couldn’t get a job I might have to move back in with my parents.  But I didn’t want to hurt Damon.  I knew already that I loved him more than I should.  I loved the man that he was and everything that he stood for. 

I knew that loving a billionaire was just a pipe dream for someone like me. 

I would never be able to make someone like him happy.  I was so plain and unsure of myself.  I didn’t have huge goals and ambitions like someone of his stature. 

I wasn’t an elegant woman like the bride of a billionaire would be at their expensive parties with their high-brow guests.  His friends and his clients would surely expect him to be with someone of high class.  They would think that I was a gold digger.

I dressed up in a stunning plunging neckline tight black dress and high heels. I brushed my hair and used red lipstick to accentuate my luscious lips for him.  I spritzed some hair products in my hair, and then splashed a little perfume across my neckline.  I checked myself over in the mirror once again before I stepped out of the bathroom.  

Everything was ready.

I crept back into the room and gently nudged Damon.  He looked so adorable curled up underneath the warm covers.  His hair was especially disheveled and his cheeks were flush from the heat.  I could see his prominent muscles ripple across his chest.  Under the silence of the mansion, he rolled over and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

When he looked up to see me in all my stunning glory, I planted a soft, slow kiss on his cheek. 

“You’re so sexy laying there, I just can’t resist you,” I whispered in his ear. 

He was surprised, unable to speak and unable to resist my allure.

The eyes of this man looked up to me as if we were meeting for the first time.

Gently and seductively, I took his hand in mine. 

I was sure now that he was finally falling for me. 

I walk my billionaire into the nearest bedroom where he was following my instructions as I filled his ears with soft pillow talk.

“You are the sexist man I have ever seen,” I whispered, “I want it.  I want all of you.”

There was no sign of objection. 

I could see him growing hard in response. 

This excited me even more.

I stepped back and tickled his nose with my index finger. 

“I'm ready for you.”

My fingers ran over his face.

I'm not sure but he looked ashamed for a moment and a hint of disappointment washed over his face. 

He was being seduced but he did not seem happy about it.  For all my whispering, he never answered me back.

But I wasn’t giving up yet… 

Unbuttoning his shirt, I kept my eye contact with him while trailing down his stomach with my kisses. 

He threw back his head and arched his back in ecstasy. 

A breath caught in his throat. 

He opened his mouth to say something but he was out of words.

“Shhh…. You don’t have to talk.” 

I removed my heels and his eyes were seduced by my curves.  My hands reached for his belt and I slowly unbuckled it, pulling his trousers down his legs. 

My hands drifted back up his legs, caressing his firm muscles.  As my hands smoothed over his bronzed body, I let my breasts touch his skin. 

A moan of enjoyment escaped his lips.  He couldn’t resist me now.

As I continued to rub my hands over his body, his right hand slowly came to my leg and started touching it sensually, making slow circles. I could feel him trembling, staring at me. He couldn't take his eyes from my perky breasts.

I stepped up from the bed and stood in front of him, and started to striptease in front of him, slowly but rhythmically.  I danced as if I had been dancing this way all my life.  I wanted to please Damon in a way that no other woman could ever please a man.  I pulled him up to me from the bed by his left hand, forcing him to stand up.  I put my right arm on his back and pulled his body to mine, I looked at him for a moment.  I wanted to savor this just as much as he did. 

“You really turn me on,” I encouraged him and kissed him passionately once again. 

I traced his lips, teeth and tongue with my own. 

His taste was so delightful.  I could get lost in his kiss for hours. 

But I didn’t want to stop there.

His hands began touching my exposed shoulders, but moved between pulling me to his body, going down to my back, and holding my bottom.

He was breathing so fast.

I could sense his warmth and desire.

The lust in the room was drenching us both. 

I stopped kissing him and pushed him backwards onto the bed.

This was now my moment.

I sat down on his legs and pressed my chest into his face. I began to kiss him on his cheek, his neck, caressing his hair tenderly.

I whispered in his ear.  “Do you like that?”

I can feel his body shaking, unable to control himself.

He needed me.

His hands engulfed my curves, forcing their way under my dress.

“You are so sexy,” he murmured, greedily and hungrily tugging at my dress, “I need you.  I need all of you.”

I looked at him, smiled, took his head between my hands, and started kissing his lips, biting them softly.

His eyes were closed and he had a warm, slow breath coming out from his mouth. I moved back a little.  I moved my fingers smoothly to his neck, smiled and took a look at his opening eyes. 

I grabbed his roaming hands and did what he was thinking, placing them on my chest and stared into his eyes.

I whispered with a light soft voice.  “Don't be shy. I'm yours for the taking.  You can do whatever you want to me, Damon.”

He couldn't answer me, unable to find the words. I could feel him melting under the intense foreplay. As I pressed against him I could feel his heart beating wildly.

He was shifting his fingers on my chest trying to make contact with my breasts. I moved my arms up on the air. 

“Take the dress off.  You know you want to,” I teased.

He couldn't refuse the invitation. 

He pulled the dress from the bottom, making a slow, continuous contact with my body. His eyes were following his movement, trying to explore what was hidden under the dress. I put the dress away, and in a sudden move, he took me in his arms and began to lightly kiss my stomach, lingering, then change positions.

The tables were turned and the desire within me was overwhelming.

I felt a tickling in my tummy as he explored more of me.  I moaned with pleasure and I was biting my lips from the excitement of him. 

Feelings of sheer unadulterated love washed over me.

I put my hands on his hair, caressing it, making him come closer to me. 

This was our moment.

“I need you,” he whispered in my ear.

“Then take me.”

He pulled up my legs, opened them and started kissing my toes, moving up to my shin, and to my thighs. He slipped between my legs and started licking my chest with his tongue. The eye contact between us was overpowering.  His hands were caressing my bottom, pressing his fingers against me in a carnal need.

My mind was lost amongst the desire.

He made me moan with pleasure, although I was also a little timid suddenly and feeling vulnerable with my entire voluptuous body available in front of him. 

With the tables turned, I began to feel self-conscious about my body.

But I couldn't stop him now. 

I didn’t want to stop him.

This was the most overpowering experience of my life.

He needed to be satisfied. 

He wanted me more than any man had ever wanted me before. He knew what he was doing as if he had choreographed it in his mind. His movements were precise and perfectly done.

Emotions kept filling my heart, forcing me to tremble with excitement.

“Damon, I want you!” I breathed heavily. 

I wanted him to take me now. 

I needed it.

My words were so direct and were so succinct. 

The words just blurted from my mouth unintentionally.

But at the same time, I didn't regret it. 

I couldn't believe I was doing this. 

I couldn’t believe I could ever be so dominating. 

Especially to a man like Damon. 

“You are so beautiful,” he stated in his deep voice.

Yes.

“You are sexy,” he continued as he kissed me.

Yes…

“You are mine.”

Damn.

I am his.

I can’t resist it.

His eyes are so beautiful, so damn deep, and I am already wet with anticipation. 

Despite being lost in his gorgeous eyes, I noticed his hand start to slowly creep down my body, until it stopped on my bottom. 

His strong hand ran over the flesh of my behind with a smooth and tender touch. 

It feels so nice, but my heart rate is racing.  As I press into him hard, I can feel the bulge in his pants against me.

My breathing quickens.

He leans forward.

His lips kiss mine.

Yes.

The tender kiss sent me into overdrive.  His strong hand reached up and caressed the side of my face.

Wow…

Deep in the moments of passion, my mind turned back to the thought of the money.

Why?

Why did my mind turn back there?

I wanted him to stop.

I know I started this, but I wanted him to stop now.

I didn’t want to sleep with him for money.  I didn’t want to be that girl.

But I couldn’t.  

I couldn’t resist it.

I was lost in his kisses, lost in the way he holds me.  I’m not even sure I can speak anymore.

His hand made its way to the inside top of my thigh, next to my passion. 

I was so tender, so sensitive, that the touch rushed emotion through my entire body.

Yes…

We were a mess of built-up passion and lust, our hands running all over each other’s bodies. 

Damon’s body was amazing.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my hands on.

It blew my mind that this man wanted me.

I can’t keep my hands off it. 

My hands passionately rub all over his amazing chest, pressing against the strength.  He kisses my collarbone and I suddenly realize that I am topless.  He kisses my lips again and I am spinning.

Yes.

His hand finds its way back up my skirt. 

My mind told me to stop him. 

I didn’t want to be that girl.