Drive Me Crazy_Working for a Billionaire_A Second Chance Romance

by April Fire

  “Fuck,” I gasped, and he looked up and me again, smiling as he returned his attention to my clit and slipped a finger inside of me to match the lazy pace of his tongue. He ate me out like pussy was getting taxed in an hour, like he hadn’t eaten in days and was trying to stock up while he could. He sucked and licked and fingered me with such passion that all sense of time and place and decency vanished from my mind.

  I found myself gripping his head so I could grind up against him as he curled his finger around to hit my g-spot. Every inch of my body felt like it was packed full of static, my muscles tensing and my eyes squeezing further shut as he continued mercilessly. It was right on the edge of too much, my body flooded with feeling and sensation, and then, suddenly, finally-

  “Ah!” I cried out. The orgasm ripped through my body like someone had set me on fire, almost painful in its intensity – my cunt clenched around his finger, my clit pulsing under his tongue, and my muscles turning to jelly so badly he had to fight to keep me upright. He pulled himself away from me, just close enough that I could still feel his breath on my pussy, knowing that I’d be too sensitive for anything more.

  The feelings coursed through me, a resolution to the ridiculous back-and-forth we’d had over the last couple of weeks. I’d never felt anything like it in my life, my body practically giving up as the sensations consumed me. His strong hand kept me upright, my body shivering and shaking beneath his touch, my clit already almost painfully sensitive as he pulled back and let me feel nothing but his hot, hot breath against my aching flesh.

  The orgasm had cleared my head, the haze of attraction and obsession beginning to fade away into something a little closer to reality. I felt like I was clambering up out of a hole, squinting against the onslaught of the light. He looked up at me, panting hard, his eyes still hungry and hot for me. He briefly ran his hand over my butt, as though taking me in. As if he knew what was coming next. I couldn’t do this to him again, could I? Could I? I heaved in a deep, shaky breath, and something in my face must have switched up because disappointment clouded his face at once.

  “We shouldn’t do this,” I reasoned with him. “You’re…we’re completely different. I don’t want this to get in the way of the production-”

  “We’re not different,” he got to his feet, staring at me hard and dragging the back of his hand over his mouth to wipe away the wetness that I had left glistening on his lips. It would have been hot if it weren’t for the circumstances.

  “You know there’s something between us,” he pointed out, running his fingers through his hair. “We’re the same. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but you can’t make like you don’t feel it too.”

  I looked away from him. He was right; blisteringly, obviously right, and I wanted him so badly at that moment that I had to hold back a scream of frustration knowing that I shouldn’t. I ran through all the reasons I’d given myself when I’d first laid eyes on him – he went through women like wildfire, I’d be dumped in a week, we had so little in common when it came to our lifestyles. We didn’t fit together. And yet, standing here like this, it felt as though he formed the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle that made up me.

  I forced myself to shake my head, going for the door, grabbing my phone as I did so.

  “I’m sorry, I should never have come back here,” I apologized, knowing that I was apologizing for more than just that. I was saying sorry for everything that had never happened and never would. I wanted him, viscerally, but the feelings were too intense now for me to risk getting my heart broken. I looked at him, really looked at him, and tried to imagine how hard it would be to have that man walk away from me. What I was doing now was wrenching, but that would have been a thousand times worse.

  “I’ll see you back on set,” I muttered, and headed out the door, clicking it shut firmly behind me and tilting my head back to look up at the stars above. They were glimmering softly, distantly, half-lit by the glow of Devina not far away, and I forced myself to head for the street and start the walk back to my place. I didn’t have keys, but I would find somewhere to stay for the night if I had to. Anything but sticking around a moment longer in that trailer.

  Chapter Twelve

  Will

  I rolled out of bed and made my way over to the enormous picture window that took up most of the back wall of my bedroom. Man, it was good to be home.

  Shooting had finished up on the movie a week ago, and I had flown back out to Los Angeles to start on post-production. It was odd, actually – most of the time when I had finished shooting, that was the end of my involvement and I could walk away. But here, I was a part of the process every step of the way, and it was way more exciting than I had imagined.

  I glanced over at the bed, and felt a twinge when I saw that it was empty. I knew that I was being crazy, but part of me had half-expected to glance over and see her in that bed. Dina. The name danced in my head like a prayer, the word on the tip of my tongue as I traced it out loud. I missed her.

  I had no idea where she was going when production finished. She had declined to tell me, throwing me some vague answer about heading back home and picking up some freelance work. I knew she was trying to keep me at arm’s length. Ever since I ate her out in that trailer, she had avoided me like the plague, as though I was bad for her.

  But I just couldn’t figure out for the fucking life of me why she was being like that. I had no intention of pushing my luck more than I already had, but sometimes I just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and ask her to explain to me exactly what it was that was keeping her away from me. She’d been the one to initiate it that night. I would have let her walk out of there without laying a finger on her, but she seduced me, had me go down on her, came so hard I was pretty sure that it caused tremors for miles around. But as soon as she was done, she looked down at me and I knew at once that I was about to get kicked to the curb.

  The reasons she offered me might have made sense, but she didn’t know me well enough to know if any of that really applied to us. She made like we were from different planets, that we were different species – but then, she’d only really seen my press persona before then. No wonder she thought that I was some playboy without an ounce of remorse for anything I’d done to the women I’d dated over the years.

  Maybe all of this was some kind of cosmic comeuppance for what I had done for so long? I treated women like they were disposable, and then one comes along who I actually want to be with and she does the same to me. Seems like someone was in on a joke up there.

  But either way, she was probably on the other side of the country now, working with some other lucky fucker who wouldn’t appreciate her the way I had. There was no point lingering on what didn’t happen or could never have been; I was just going to drive myself crazy doing that.

  More than anything, I needed to get my head back in the game and focused on the film. The last thing I wanted was to look back on this and kick myself for letting my eye wander long enough to fuck up this movie, especially if it was over a woman who didn’t even seem to want me.

  I had an interview on a talk show that evening, and I was already dreading it. Spending weeks working on that production rendered me pretty damn exhausted, mentally and physically, and the thought of going out on to that stage and putting on a big grin and making like I gave a shit for an hour or so seemed hellish. But, my agent had insisted on it and they were letting me talk about the movie, so that was a plus. I hadn’t found a studio to distribute it yet, and I was really hoping that I could drum up some buzz over the next few weeks so by the time we had a rough cut, we actually had some people to show it to.

  I went about my day as normal – well, as normally as I could, considering that I’d been away for a couple of months. It felt as though my star had dimmed a little – I didn’t notice as many people giving me those shocked second looks on the street, not that I missed it. It felt good to be a little more anonymous. Hell, if that’s what I could expect from directing, then I would qu
it acting entirely and hide out behind the camera. I was pretty sure I liked it better there, anyway.

  My driver came to pick me up after dinner and drove me out to the set of the talk show I would be appearing on that day. The host’s name was having a hard time sticking in my brain, so I ducked into the dressing room to wait for hair and make-up and closed my eyes, silently repeating it so I wouldn’t go out there and instantly, monumentally, fuck things up.

  The door clicked and I raised my head. And that’s when I saw her.

  I blinked a couple of times, staring at her as though I was making sure that she was actually there in front of me, because it felt like some kind of miracle. Dina, hair pulled up off her face in a haphazard topknot and a pair of slim-fit jeans that hugged her hips and thighs like they were made for her, standing there and looking at me in the mirror with a surprised expression on her face. Her mouth formed a perfect “o” shape, her eyes wide and her skin suddenly pale as she took me in.

  “Holy hell, it’s you!” She shook her head, still not moving. “They didn’t tell me…I wouldn’t have…”

  She stumbled over her words, not getting any closer to me, as though she was worried she might be dragged in to my thrall if she came within a five-foot radius.

  “If you want to send down someone else, that’s fine,” I replied cautiously, as though worried I might say something that spooked her and sent her running off.

  “No, no, they said we were running late anyway and I have to get this done quickly,” she shook her head, finally moving towards me. She was clutching a handful of brushes in front of her chest as though they were a cross and I were a vampire she was trying to repel.

  “Fair enough,” I shrugged, acting as nonchalant as I could, since the woman I thought I would never see again was about to be in very close proximity to me for the next few minutes.

  “I can’t believe it’s you,” she paused for a moment to stare at me, and there was something close to actual disbelief in her eyes. I saw it mirrored in my own face; something about this felt fated, like it was meant to be. Like a piece of movie magic.

  “Me neither,” I murmured, examining her face in the mirror. I had forgotten it’s contours, the shape of her mouth, the way her eyes tilted up slightly at the edges. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers over her, committing her to memory once and for all. I didn’t want to forget a thing.

  “I should…” she rummaged on the desk in front of me, gathering her supplies. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. What were the chances? How many make-up artists must a show like this have, and she was the one they sent down to me? My stomach flipped unhappily as I thought about the fact that I could have easily been in the same building as her and not known it, have walked out as though I had no idea at all. That wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Surely, I would have known? Something about her would have drawn me in, I was sure of it.

  “So, is this what you’re doing now?” I asked, and she nodded.

  “It’s a job,” she shrugged. “But I wish I was back in Devina. I really liked it out there.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, I love the city and everything. it’s just so…” she waved her hand around the room. “Brash.”

  “Yeah, that’s the word for it,” I agreed, a zing passing from her fingertip to my skin as she went to apply base. I swallowed heavily; I just had to play it cool. That was all. No need to be an asshole about this, or make either or us uncomfortable here. Just…play it cool. I didn’t want her to think that I had somehow orchestrated this so we could be together again. Creepy as fuck wasn’t generally my style.

  “What about you?” She met my gaze in the mirror. “What are you up to?”

  I was rendered temporarily silent as I looked back at her, groping around for something to say. It felt stupid to be dancing around the subject like this. The chemistry was so thick that I was surprised she could actually walk around my chair without having to shove it aside first. I saw her chest rising and falling, a little quicker than when she had first walked into the room. I knew she felt it too. This was some kind of torture, not being able to indulge ourselves in what we clearly both wanted.

  “Uh, not much,” I finally responded, following her with my eyes with every step she took. Was I going to do this? I was going to do this.

  “Thinking about you a lot,” I admitted, watching her carefully for a reaction. She didn’t even flinch, resting her teeth on her bottom lip and furrowing her brow as she stared back at me. She knew as well as I did that it was just the two of us, alone in here, nothing to stop us indulging ourselves in what we wanted most.

  “Fuck it,” she suddenly announced, something in her appearing to snap. She turned and checked the door, trying the handle to make sure that it was as tight shut as it could be.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, and she leaned back on the door and shot me a look so scorching I was surprised I didn’t burst into flames right there and then.

  “One fuck,” she shook her head as she took a step towards me, as though she couldn’t actually believe that she was doing something like this. “To get you out of my system.”

  I didn’t waste a second, shoving some of the junk of the desk aside and striding over to her at once. I kissed her hard, our tongues meeting at once, and she groaned loudly against my mouth as though finally getting this close to me again was some kind of a relief.

  “We have to be quick,” she ordered. “I don’t want anyone to get suspicious.”

  My head was whirling with thoughts, questions, concerns, but desire was overwhelming me and I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to fuck the woman who it felt like I’d been trying to screw for years now. I tucked my hands under her ass, picked her up, and deposited her on the table. I dipped my hand into my pocket, fumbling hopefully – and found a condom. Thank Christ. She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked up at me, her eyes hot.

  I parted her thighs and pulled down her jeans and panties in one swift motion, and she kicked them off, naked from the waist down. I cupped my hand briefly over her cunt, and closed my eyes as I found she was already wet. Had that started as soon as she’d seen me again? The thought was enough to bring my cock to full hardness, and I pulled down my pants and sheathed myself quickly. She hooked her ankles behind my back and pulled me in closer, and pressed her head into my chest and inhaled deeply. I knew how she felt – the smell of her was so familiar and sweet and intoxicating, and I felt as though I would never grow tired of it.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” I bit her ear lightly, flicking my tongue out to tend the spot right after as she squirmed with anticipation below me. “That night in the trailer, you were so fucking sweet…”

  I trailed off as I pressed the head of my cock to her pussy, slowly easing myself inside of her. I wanted to savor this, even if we weren’t going to have a lot of time to do it. She lifted her head and looked up at me as I pushed inside her, her mouth falling further and further open the deeper I moved. I grabbed her face roughly, pushing my thumb against her lip, desperate to feel her and touch her and have her again. And then, I was all the way inside of her, and both of us held stock-still as though worried that one wrong motion might be enough to be break the spell.

  “Fuck me,” she gasped, and I didn’t need telling twice. I moved inside her hard, fucking her deep and fast so that the entire desk shook back and forth with every thrust. She sank her nails into my back, pulling them down me, the pain and pleasure sparking off my skin and adding to the ridiculous hotness of the moment.

  I had never wanted anyone this badly in my life, but somehow, being with her wasn’t a let-down after all that time. It was better than I could have imagined, her pussy grasping me as she lifted her hips up to let me get deeper. She unhooked her ankles and propped one leg up on my shoulder; I kissed the inside of her knee, watching her melt beneath me as I slowed for a moment and let myself enjoy the intimacy of the moment. But the sound of people walking by outside was enough to spur me
back into action, and I fucked her with a fury once more.

  “Oh my God…” she groaned, reaching down and playing with her clit. My eyes travelled to her busy hand and I felt my cock twitch inside of her. I was so close, but I didn’t want this to be over. I wanted to fuck her all night long, all day, to forget this damn stupid show and do nothing but spend this time with her. But then, I felt her pussy spasming around my cock, her mouth opening and closing as a flood of electric energy moved between us.

  “Fuck!” She finally gasped, her leg falling down and behind me as I buried myself in her. I pushed all the way up, moving my hips in a cockscrewing motion and drawing out another welcome moan from between her lips. Then, I came.

  I cried out in pleasure, momentarily not giving a damn who heard me, but she leaned up and clapped a hand over my mouth at once. I grinned against her skin; even this kind of contact was good. Anything I could use to stretch out this encounter was perfect to me.

  I pulled out of her slowly, reluctantly, and disposed of the condom in a nearby trash can. She looked over at it, eyebrow cocked.

  “Yeah, subtle,” she teased, peering around to check herself in the mirror and quickly fixing her hair and make-up. She looked good – flushed, but happy. I wondered if she’d spent as long thinking about that as I had, if she’d craved it with the passion that I’d craved everything about her.

  “I…” I looked down at her as I buckled my pants, not sure what to say. The crucial few minutes we had together were running low, and I wanted to get something out before they were over.

  “Dina, I really like you,” I finally blurted, feeling like a teenager faced with the girl he had a crush on. “I really like you. I want you to be in my life, and I know that-”

  “Please don’t do this,” she looked up at me, her breath returning to normal and a darkness taking over her face that told me that she didn’t want to go down this route again.