Tempted by my Godlike boss

Roseline’s POV 

I moved my body to the beat of the music not caring about the flimsy material of my dress that played peek-a-boo with my underwear.

The dance floor was packed as we all danced and swayed, sweat glistening on our skin.

But yet the hair at the back of my neck stood on alert.

I felt a burning gaze on me. 

My eyes searched amongst the large crowd, and that was when I saw him.

His gaze was zoned in on me as he watched me dance; it gave me liquid courage, along with the few shots I had.

I rocked my hips and allowed my own hands to roam

My body slowly, while I maintained eye contact with this stranger who looked like he was about to devour me whole and consume me.

I noticed his lips part a bit, just the go-ahead I needed.

He was my catch for the night.

I moved to the bar, and the bartender raised his eyebrows when he saw me seated.

“It’s my last cup for the night.” 

I half pleaded? I was sure he was looking out for me and didn’t want a repeat of the last time when I stripped naked.

“I would have whatever the lady is having.”

A cold yet soothing voice sounded from behind me.

Bingo!

I turned to face the stranger, but my breath hitched immediately.

It was a good thing I was seated because my limbs grew weak just seeing him up close.

Time to play. 

“I am not sure you would enjoy a pineapple martini.”

His eyes remained on me as he spoke, “Must taste good.”

“The drink or me?” 

“Both.”

“How would you know when you haven’t tried it?” 

“We can fix that.”

This man wasn't even trying and yet my soaked pantries said otherwise.

He took a sip of the drink, and a soft groan escaped his throat.

“Here I have tasted it.”

“How… does it taste?” My breathing became erratic and the club felt hotter than before.

“Good…” He moved closer to me until I was right between his legs, but there’s one more thing left to taste.”

He leaned over and took my lips in his devouring me while not caring about the crowd around us.

Neither did I. We kissed and it felt like the whole world became silent for a minute.

He shoved his tongue into mine as his teeth bit my lips, it was a mixture of pain and sweetness. 

“Your place or mine.” He asked before taking my lips again.

“Yours.” I managed to reply in between.

“Let’s go.”

We got in a cab, after he had barked out the direction to the driver.

He pulled up the blind, affording us some privacy.

His lips were on mine again as he placed me gently on his thigh.

I could feel his erection bulging through his pants.

It took every ounce of self-control left in me not to touch it.

His hand roamed my body, leaving a trail of heat with every touch.

When he got to my waist he tugged on the string of my thong and shifted it to the side.

He cupped my ass cheeks in his hand before he pushed his finger through my sex.

His finger slipped through easily with how soaking wet I was. 

“Fuck!” He muttered into my ear as he inhaled my scent at the same time.

Embarrassment flushed through my cheeks at how my body responded to his touch.

He started moving his fingers slowly allowing me to adjust to his pace bit by bit. 

He slid a second one inside, increasing his thrust causing me to tip off the edge. 

He caught my moans in his mouth as his kiss silenced them. 

My body shook as my orgasm rolled over me, and he held me steady on his lap resting his head on mine.

We both chuckled, “Do you think he heard us?”

I was referring to the driver who drove quietly.

“I don’t care if he did.” 

I removed myself from his lap and arranged my dress as best I could. 

“You are so addictive.” He whispered.

“Why don't we save the rest for later?” 

“Good idea.” I giggled seeing the obvious distress he was in as his erection still poked through.

The car came to a halt.

“This is your apartment?” 

“Yes, I just moved into the city so a friend of mine owns the apartment complex, so he allowed me to lease at a lesser price,” 

“Thats nice of him.” 

We took the elevator to his floor.

Every step I took closer to his flat built anticipation, my panties were beyond wet, it was completely soaked trickling slowly between my thighs.

This wasn't my first hook-up with a stranger, but he felt different like a mixture of mystery and danger.

He unlocked the door with a key card while his other hand rested just below my waistline.

“This is your last chance to back out.” 

“Hell no!” I remarked, causing him to smile.

Immediately we crossed the door, our hands were on each other, his lips on mine.

One of his hands fisted my hair as I tugged on his belt buckle to break free his hard d*ck. 

He carried me in his arms, positioning me right at where his d*ck stood still hard.

He opened another door, which I guess was to the bedroom, I wasn't sure because I wasn't looking.

He placed me gently on the bed, pushed my underwear aside, and in a single thrust he was buried deep inside me.

He allowed me some minutes for my body to get used to his size, before he began moving inside me.

We spent the entire night worshipping each other's bodies, orgasm after orgasm.

I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, this has to be the most in my entire life all in one night.

Sleep eventually caught on, dragging me under.

When I woke up the next morning my entire body was sore, I let out a groan forcing myself to get up.

The stranger I just had the best night of my life with wasn't present.

Thank goodness it could make leaving less awkward.

I had already broken one of my rules by sleeping over at his place.

I searched around for my dress and underwear, quickly putting them on.

I tiptoed my way to his front door, just as I was about to open the door, it clicked open from the other side.

“Fuck.” I muttered beneath my breath, but I was sure he heard. 

"Running away?” He sidestepped me as I entered the apartment. That was when I noticed the brown paper bag and coffee cup in his hands.

Shit! He can't be getting me breakfast.

I cut straight to the chase, “Last night was fun, but it will never happen again. It was a one-time thing, I don't do long-term and I certainly don't fuck the same guy twice.”