My Billionaire Bosses

CHAPTER ONE

Aria 

He tossed back his drink. So did I. He refilled the glasses. My eyes prickled as I swallowed the fiery fluid and the band silenced before a drum roll.  After two vodka shots, I finally was ready to start my night afresh as I allowed the stranger to lead me to the dance floor. 

We followed the slow rhythm of the song with my leg encircling his thigh while his crotch pressed deep into my stomach. I ran my hand all over his upper body starting from the back of his neck, to his hair, his chest, and lastly, his waistline. I pressed tighter into his erection which elicited a hiss from him. His green eyes got darker with lust and his breath heavier and hotter. His hands caressed my lower body from my waistline downwards as though it belonged to him. 

 Again, I bite my lips and moaned. 

“If you do that again, I’ll spank your soft round ass and then fuck you right on the floor of this club and make you lean on the counter while I fuck you from behind” There was something in the way he said those words that confirmed he meant every word.  I bite my lips as I stare down at his lip. This man right here was everything I'm scared about but just looking at him made me want to get laid. I was too turned on. 

We swayed from side to side each lost in their thoughts. I lifted my head and caught him staring at me. His gaze was so fierce that it dehydrated me. Instinctively, I used the tip of my tongue to wet my rough lips and suckled on them to give them some softness, but on looking up, the stranger’s irises were dilated with a shadow of something I couldn’t quite decipher, and then he leaned down and kissed me.

It was at first a soft and tender kiss tasting lime and salt from the shots we just had. That lingering tang faded as I tasted his tongue and offered my tongue for him to sample. We kissed as if one of us, or both of us, needed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. 

 I  was wobbly in high heels. My legs hurt. My heart hurts and was popping in my chest like champagne bubbles. He looked into my eyes.  I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same. The immediacy made my pulse race "Your place?" he asked, holding up my chin. He knew he had me where he wanted. Although skeptical, I mumbled. "Sure"

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The lamp on my desk belonged to my godmother…hahaha, she wasn't a fairy. It is an art-deco figure of a stallion in beaten steel-aluminum porcelain.  There was an old traditional sofa, two leather strainer chairs, and a drawing of a fairy on the wall. I'd have sworn I had every inch of the room memorized. But right now, It looked sexily different. 

 I pouted my lips. He grinned.