A Game Of Temptation

Well, one thing was for sure; my night just got better.

He glanced at me, took one step into the elevator, then did a double take almost as if he couldn’t help himself. After a second, he seemed to realise that he was staring and that he was holding back the elevators, stopping it from moving.

Giving his head a sharp shake, he stepped in and the doors finally slid shut. Not only was I glad that I wasn’t alone in here anymore, but I was also glad that the person who joined me, had to be the most gorgeous man I had ever met in my life. And here, I thought Balery’s husband was the most handsome man in existence. This man gave him a run for his looks-and money, judging by the expensive as hell tux he wore and the Rolex watch on his hand.

As the doors slid shut, his presence filled the room, making it seem smaller in size, but somehow not cranking my claustrophobia, and his scent filled my nostrils. He smelled of pure male and something expensive. His cologne.

I allowed myself to check him out since he was obviously doing the same to me. He was tall, a whole foot taller than me, with a big frame. He was big without being bulky, just as I liked them, and the tux he wore moulded to his body, promising deliciousness under the pieces of clothing he wore. He had jet black hair, cut close to his head on both sides and longer on the top. It flopped to one side of his head messily, as if he had been running his hands through it all day.

I fisted my hand, fighting the urge to run my hands through them as well.

He had light green eyes, a straight nose, full pouty lips that begged to be kissed, and a square jaw. Right now, that jaw was clenched, looking as though it could crunch granite.

I met his eyes and was staggered by the desire that blazed in those mesmerising green depths. I wasn’t surprised, but I was flattered because unlike the other guys that had tried to get my number back at the party, I was actually attracted to this one. How could I not be? He was drop dead gorgeous.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“What floor are you going to?” He asked me. Was it pathetic to say that I almost came just from the sound of his voice?

It was deep and low and it boomed across the small place, making all my lady bits stand at attention. How could only his voice do that to me? I had never been so attracted to a person in all my life.

“Fifteen.” My voice came out all breathy and horny. There was no hiding the fact that I was horny and from the way his eyes flared, he picked up on that.

He took one step towards me, gave a pause, then took another, and another. He was crossing the small space towards me. Slowly, but surely. In some part of my mind-the part that was still functioning-I realised that he was only coming towards me in such a slow pace so as to give me the chance to tell him to back off. So why wasn’t I asking him to stay away?

Simple; Because I wanted him.

When he finally crossed the small space to me, he didn’t stop a few feet away from me, no, he walked right into my personal space, staring at me all the while he closed the distance between us, those green eyes of his burning in their intensity. I felt like they could see into my soul. Like they could see the lust I was trying to hide. Like they could see everything that I wanted to do to him. Everything that I wanted him to do to me.

The force of the lust in his eyes was too much, and it had me taking an involuntary step back until my back was flat against the wall of the elevator. His eyes sparked, and he took that last step, following me, caging me in by bracing his right hand on the wall beside my head.

Like this, with him standing so close to me, I had to tilt my head up to look at him, while he looked down at me. I felt incredibly small and fragile and the image of him looking so big and powerful, had my arousal surging. My breaths came in small pants, my heart, slamming against my ribcage. What was happening to me? Was I about to have a heart attack?

His extended hand made his tux pull tighter, clinging to the muscles in his body. I was eye-level with his chest and right now, I wished his tux was gone. I wished everything he was wearing, was gone so that I could devour him with my eyes.

I looked up at him again, and almost wished that I hadn’t.

“Whats your name, beautiful?”

My heart skipped.

“Laura.” The word came out on a whisper.

His eyes glinted and he lifted his free hand, bringing it to touch my face. I jolted when his fingers made contact with my skin and I was too horny to feel embarrassed about my reaction to him merely touching me. Seriously, what was up with me? Why was I reacting this was towards a guy?

Usually, I had the upper hand with guys, not the other way round. So, I was ashamed to say that this man had me fumbling all over the place. My panties were a mess, my heart was racing itself into a heart attack. I had found it hard to remember my own name, for fucks sake.

I needed to get my control back. This wasn’t me.

Yet then he said, “Do you want to get fucked, Laura?”

And the remainder of my dignity, shame, and self control melted. First of all, the way my name rolled out of his lips was nothing short of erotic, and then him asking me if I wanted to get fucked?

Hell, I was a sucker for confident men. Throw dirty talkers into the mix? I was a goner. This man was both.

I wasn’t even ashamed when I moaned the word, “Yes.”