Seducing The Billionaire Boss

Celine please

"Here we are." Damien said, parking his car.

He had just brought a literal angel home. It all happened so fast. After she disappeared from the dance floor, he thought he would never set his eyes on her again.

Guess luck was on his side. In the next few minutes after he spotted her, she was right in front of him. Even more, luck, because she seemingly knew and liked him.

He never brought home girls from clubs. Damien usually booked a room at a hotel or crashed their house. He was not this reckless on a regular day.

But, Celine was different. He could not put it in words, but something about her pulling him in. He had also been wasted on alcohol, so that could also be it.

Her name was Celine. Was that some kind of coincidence?

He turned to look at her. She had not moved an inch since he announced that they had arrived at his house. She was looking straight ahead, her lips slightly apart.

Oh, his house.

That always seemed to be the reaction of everyone who saw it for the first time. Even he was sometimes in awe of his own house.

"Do you live alone?" Céline asked, still in shock.

"Yes." If he left her, Céline might spend the whole night staring at his house in admiration. He did not bring her here to admire his house.

He had other plans.

"Shall we?"

"Sure." She replied, finally putting herself together. He came out of the car and went round to open the door for her. He took her hand and helped her out. She followed him shyly with her hand in his, as they walked up to the front door. He released her hand briefly to take the keys from his jean pocket.

He opened the door, and they stepped into the sitting room. It was dark inside, and it did not take long for him to locate the switch and put the light on.

When he did, and the house flooded with light, a gasp escaped from the direction where Céline stood. Not wanting her to fall into another trance, he pulled her to him, wrapping his hands around her waist.

"Hey, I would rather have you looking at me that way."

She giggled softly. It was all it took to get Damien aroused again.

"Your house is just beautiful." She whispered softly, raising her head to look at him with those sea blue eyes of hers.

He was charmed all over again. Bending his head to meet her ear, he whispered, "And so are you," She shivered, the tip of her ear turning instantly red.

He smiled. Good. He had that effect on her.

She was bending her head low, probably in an attempt to hide the fact that she was blushing. It was the second time she was doing this, and he found it cute. She had not said anything yet, and she looked like she was battling for words.

That made him laugh.

"Hey, what is so funny!" she asked, raising her head abruptly.

"You."

"Me?" A slight frown was on her face.

"I mean when you do that." He said, chuckling.

"You think I am funny, huh?" She asked, forcefully removing his hands from around her waist.

Her frown became more evident. Oops, he probably should not have said that.

"No, baby, I did not mean it that way." He tried to take her hands, but she removed them and turned around, her back to him.

"So, what did you mean?" She asked, folding her hands.

He did not have an answer to that.

Why was she angry anyway? He was joking around.

"Come on, baby. I was joking."

"Oh, please, I know you weren't. You think I am funny!" Her shoulders were shaking slightly.

Was she trying to suppress a laugh? So she's been twisting him around her finger all this while. Alright, so that's the game she wants to play.

Smirking, Damien wrapped his hand around her waist again, her back still facing him.

"No, I don't." Then he dropped his hands from her waist.

"But it's okay if you are that pissed off, you can leave."

"What?!" she exclaimed, turning abruptly.

He turned around too to hide his smirk.

"Are you throwing me out of the house?"

He turned around again to face her."Oh, please do not flatter yourself. You are acting like we are dating here or something. Do not say the house. It is my house. I am throwing you out of my house." he said, highlighting each of the pronouns.

That seemed to get to her.

"You're unbelievable." Her voice was disturbingly calm, and she looked serious.

He wasn't getting this right. He thought they were playing around. Was he that bad at understanding women?

"I didn't mean any of that." He said, facepalming.

"I thought we're joking here."

"Oh, are we?" she asked with a small smile.

She was damn beautiful. It reminded him of exactly why she was here. Before he could make a move, she came closer to him, so close that he could feel her breathe on his face.

She placed her left palm on his chest and traced a finger down to his waist, her hands lingering there. She looked up at him as if asking for his approval.

In response, he placed his hand on her lower back. He then pressed her to him.

"Damien." she breathes out his name.

It was the most seductive version of his name he had ever heard. It wasn't like this with other women. This woman was dangerous.

He carried her and pinned her to the door, claiming her lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck, pressing herself closer to him. Her lips were so soft and delicate. You could say the same about her body. It made him want to stripe her down right here and know the feeling of her bare body on him.

He did not want to scare her off either, so he broke the kiss and stared at her. Céline was so beautiful. No matter how many times he said it, it never got less factual. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, then trailed wet kisses down her neck before returning to her lips.

Still kissing her, he slid his left hand inside the back of her top and tried to unhook her bra.

She stiffened instinctively.

Returning his hand to the front with his hand still inside her top, Damien cupped her breast through her bra and pressed gently.

A soft moan escaped from her lips, and she broke the kiss, throwing her head back to rest on the door, her eyes shut. He gradually rubbed her n*****s with his thumb in circles. She moaned a bit louder this time, losing balance and almost sliding down the door. He used his free hand to balance her body. He returned to kissing her, still teasing her n*****s but faster this time.

The faster his hand moved, the more he felt in need. Damien was so hard, it was beginning to hurt, and the moans he elicited from her were making him harder. When he could not take it anymore, he carried her bridal style.

He then headed for his room with her. He never locked his room, and he has never been so grateful for that. Just a kick on the door with his left leg sent it flying open. He used his back to push it close when they were in, then walked over to the bed and dropped Celine. She watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt, her eyes following every move he made as if anticipating.

When he took off his shirt, she gasped.

"You definitely work out." she said, using her hands to trace my abs, circling each of them.

She stood, putting a little distance between them, and she took off her top. Her bra was purple. Taking her hands to her back, she unclasped them. This time it was his turn to watch. She began to unbutton and remove her pants. She was doing it so slowly, working her way down her large hips.

If she was trying to tease him, it was working. He sat down on the bed and spread his hand out. "Come here, Celine." She ignored him. She had taken the pants off and was now trailing her hand slowly up her body.

He groaned, involuntarily grabbing his c**k. If he got more worked up than this, it would be unbearable.

Jeez, was this woman trying to seduce him? He was already willingly giving himself to her, so what was the need?!!