Page 23 of Boss On Notice
“You want to know something else?”
I do. I nod.
“I exercise restraint every time I look at you. You’re my Lila. When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman who never knew she was beautiful. I wanted to unpeel you as if you were a piece of forbidden fruit. I don’t want to fuck you hard, Lila. I want to make love to you. Do you slow and steady, make you come over, and over, and over…” His sighs spread across my face. “And over.”
“And over?” I repeat. I’m having a hard time following his every word. He wants to unpeel me, make love to me, and make it last.
“Okay,” I sigh.
Orion’s lips are on mine and then his tongue slips through my awe-parted lips. Slowly, my chest rises towards his.
“Your dancing is sexy, Lila,” he breathes.
“Is it?”
Orion slides a finger across my bottom lip. “I want to dance with you again. It gets me hard.”
* * *
After makingout in the elevator, I can’t remember, but I touched him down there. No…I did more than touch him. I rubbed his hard cock until he seized my wrist and asked me to please stop. And now we’re dancing. Orion stands firm, feeling me up, rubbing and gripping my swiveling hips. His finger tracks between my cleavage. He whispers that he wants my tits in his mouth. He wants my pussy in his mouth too. He brings my shimmying body near his firm chest and grinds me with his stiff cock.
“Stay with me,” he whispers in my ear.
Our tongues enfold and skim each other. He tastes like home. My heart feels like it’s about to burst. “Yes,” I breathe.
“I love you,” he says.
I think I say it back.
It’s as if I’m in a dream, watching him lead me out of the nightclub. My back is against the elevator wall and his hard front presses against my soft front. Orion cups my chin in his hand. His eyes are hooded as we stare at each other.
“I don’t want you to ever leave me, Delilah.”
I reply, but as soon as the words leave my mouth, I forget them.
He says something else about Vegas being famous for keeping people together. And what he asks me next makes sense.
“Because I hated you, which means I love you,” I whisper, I think.
The elevator doors open. And we go. We’re going somewhere, and I’ve already forgotten where we’re going.
CHAPTER7
The Morning After
DELILAH O’SHAY
Istruggle to open one heavy eyelid, and then the other. As the seconds tick by I slowly start to come to myself. A sweet and sour taste sits on my tongue—it’s a mixture of blueberry and alcohol. Blue drink—I had too many of them. A man’s arm, muscular, hairy but not overly hairy, extends across my chest, detaining me against the mattress.
Okay, I think. I’m trying to remember how I got here. But trying to initiate that part of my brain literally makes me feel like I’m slamming my head against a brick wall. I also feel like I’m drowning. I’ve been hungover only once in my life, after which I promised myself to never get so drunk that I experience the awful condition ever again. But here I am hungover for a second time; and what I’m experiencing now is worse than anything I ever felt.
The man sleeping beside me belts a craggy snore. I turn to get a better look at him. First, I see the back of his head. But I would recognize the back of that head anywhere. It’s Orion.
Oh no!
I look down at myself. My heart constricts as my wide eyes shift from my body to his body and then back to mine, and then his.Wow.He’s in great shape.But shit! I’m naked. He’s naked. We’re naked.
I want to jump out of my skin and run as far away from the scene as possible.
