As the sun began to set, the luxurious suite in the heart of the city was dimly lit by soft, sensual candlelight. The billionaire reclined in his plush armchair, his mind drifting back to the woman he couldn’t get out of his head.
She was unlike any woman he had ever met before. Her body was curved in all the right places, her laughter infectious, and her wit sharp. Even now, he could feel the heat spreading through his body as he remembered the way she had looked at him, her eyes alight with desire.
He had tried to push his urges apart, tried to focus on his work and his duties as the CEO of a global conglomerate, but the truth was that his obsession with her was consuming him.
As if summoned by his thoughts, the door to the suite opened, and she stepped inside.
“Hello,” she said softly, her voice a sultry purr.
He rose from his chair, his eyes taking in every inch of her as she moved closer. “Hello, my dear,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Without hesitating, she moved into his arms, and he felt her breath catch as she pressed herself against him. The scent of her perfume, the feel of her body against his, sent his senses reeling.
“I can’t resist you,” he muttered, his hands roving over her curves.
“I don’t want you to,” she replied, her lips meeting his in a heated kiss.
As their passion consumed them, they stumbled towards the bedroom, their clothes falling away with each step. The billionaire couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t sate the burning desire that raged inside him.
He took her again and again, his hunger for her growing with each touch, each kiss.
As they lay spent and breathless, he finally admitted the truth to himself. He was completely and utterly obsessed with her. He needed her, craved her like a junkie craves a fix.
But he knew that he couldn’t have her. Not really. She was free-spirited, independent, too unpredictable for the rigid rules of his world.
He could only hope that this lustful obsession would be enough to keep him satisfied, at least for a little while longer.
