One night stand with the Mafia boss

Chapter 2-2

We didn’t say anything except me saying thank you to Rope guard for holding the curtain open for us.

I was hoping and praying no one saw us from work although I don’t think they would believe what was happening, so maybe at least one witness would be good.

Also, just in case I am making the worst mistake and being led to my death, it would be good to have a witness who saw me with him.

By the time we got to the elevator, yes, only the elevator, not even his floor yet! My heart was trying to jump out of my chest, my knees were ready to buckle and I had nearly drawn blood from biting my bottle lip.

I must have fallen asleep at the table and been dreaming, that’s it, as this can’t be real! Although the pain coming from my bottom lip where I am biting it, tells me it is real.

I looked down at the large callused hand that held mine. The thumb now drew circles on the back of my hand. Yep, this can’t be real!

I looked up at Landon as the elevator doors opened and he just led me in like it was a normal night, nothing out of the ordinary.

Everyone joined us in the elevator standing between us and the door, and I do mean everyone. Lorenzo had a smirk on his face that he was trying to hide, B1, B2, R, T and D.

Landon didn’t even have to press the level number as B1 did it all. And don’t think I missed how he pressed the top floor!

We stood in silence, well except for my heart, which I am sure everyone in the hotel could hear right now.

B2 held open the elevator doors even though he didn’t have to as we all piled out.

The floor was a lot different to mine. The carpet was like walking on foam which was bordered with expensive-looking marble tile. All the walls had white textured wallpaper on them. There were only 3 double doors that I could see in this hallway that were well spaced out.

There couldn’t only be 3 suits on this floor, could there? Then again, it is the top floor.

There were more guards on the floor already fanned out with one holding open the door at the end of the corridor.

He nodded and said one word I didn’t understand as it sounded like it was Italian as we walked in. As soon as we were in the door, he walked out and closed the door behind him.

I was instantly drawn to the mass wall of windows looking out at the city bay as we walked in.

My mind was blown by the massive double story height of the room as I walked through it to the windows, dropping my bag against the glass. It all screamed money with its white furniture, large fireplace, massive TV over the fireplace and large glass dining table on the other side.

I had nearly forgotten all about Landon until my hair was swept off my neck and a large arm snaked around my waist.

Soft, determined lips attached themselves to the spot where my hair used to be.

My heart rate which had gone a little back to normal, was once again skyrocketing as I tried to stop the moan that came out of me. It had been a while since a man had touched me like this and my last boyfriend wasn’t really into foreplay or any real kissing or touching other than s*x. Yeah, that one lasted 3 weeks, so I wouldn’t actually call him a boyfriend!

His lips slowly worked their way up to my ear as my head automatically moved to give him better access.

I did everything I could to stop over thinking it, almost chanting ‘Just stop. Just Enjoy!’

“Turn around” he almost growled in my ear. It was somehow the most erotic thing I have ever heard or am I really that sexually deprived?

I slowly turned in his arms, snaking my arms around him in the process.

I smiled up at him as he studied my face.

I wasn’t sure what he was looking for but he must have got his answer as his lips suddenly hit mine hard. My body instantly reacted by kissing him back with the velocity of a starved woman.

His lips perfectly moulded with mine as his tongue took over and dominated my mouth. His arms pulled me somehow even closer.

His kiss was like fire. It lit up every nerve ending in my body as I kissed him back with everything I had.

I was losing oxygen but I didn’t care as I didn’t want this kiss to end. I had never had a kiss that consumed me so fully before.

We pulled apart, finally panting. He dipped down and picked me up bridal style before walking off towards what I guess was the bedroom and not where he was now going to murder me.

I couldn’t help the small squeal of surprise. He smirked, obviously loving my reaction.

With his large strides, it didn’t take long before we passed the many doors into what looked like the master bedroom.

Which was probably the size of my apartment on its own!

He kicked the double doors closed behind him, not once putting me down or acting like I was heavy.

How he made it look easy was a big question I had. I am not a tiny 60kg woman who lives on salads!

As he walked towards the bed, I grabbed his face, bringing it back to mine and captured his lips again.

It felt like it had been way too long since I had kissed him. I was a woman who hadn’t drunk in years and he was my glass of water. I needed those lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, and I needed them now!

I vaguely felt as he gently laid me on the bed as I continued to try and dominate the kiss, and lost by the way! f**k he knew how to kiss!

He hovered over me, his arms still holding me tight as he showed my mouth who was boss in the most delicious way.

I couldn’t help the moan that left me as his hand slipped under my top and worked its way up to my bra.

I need him now!

Every part of me was on fire and pulsating with a need I hadn’t felt at this level before.

I started to quickly unbutton his shirt at the top so I could get it over his head and finally see those muscles I know are hiding under there.

He chuckled as I finally got the first 3 undone, took off the cufflinks and pulled with all my might to get his shirt over his head.

Then there he was. I stopped kissing him as I looked at the glory that was in front of me.

I swear I could see every pectoral muscle, every ab, and every defined muscle all the way down to the very large bulge only just being contained by his pants.

He truly was a god! How did I get so lucky?

Definitely have to be dreaming!

My hands couldn’t help themselves as I traced my fingers down, feeling every muscle ridge I could.

I watched every small movement and reaction to my touch.

I couldn’t see through his shirt, so didn’t realise he actually had a full sleeve of tattoos down his left arm. It looked tribal, fierce and well thought-out. The only thing on his front was an angel patting a lion over his right pec.

All his tattoos were black, not a spec of colour.

I don’t know how long I had been just touching and enjoying his physique until I looked up and saw the smirk on the god-like face watching me.

I narrowed my eyes at him “shut up” and quickly lent up and kissed him hard to hide my embarrassment.

He chuckled into my kiss as he broke it to pull my top off over my head.

He stared down at my plain black bra, making me wish that I had put something lacy and sexier on. How was I supposed to know he would even talk to me again, let alone ask for a one-night stand!

Before I could think too hard about it he reached behind me and expertly undid it with one hand. No clue how he managed to do that with my back against the bed! This man is truly a god and I need him now!