The One Night Mistake That Became My Billionaire Boss

"I thought you left." The tall stranger whispers into my ear and they lit up a deep crimson red at the heat and proximity. I noted the most important thing as it is very weird given the circumstances. He is not drunk. His breath is fresh, minty with traces of coffee and something else I can't fathom in my stewed brain right now.

I turn around to come face to face with a broad chest, clad in a white shirt. I have to look up, past his perfectly squared chin to get to his face. I'm five feet six inches in my heels, this man is over six feet tall and he's definitely not in heels.

His eyes are the darkest green I've ever seen, it is unnerving and he is staring at me with a curious gaze and I don't remember what I wanted to say again. If the loud music of the club was in sync with my heartbeat before, my heartbeat has messed up that sync because it is beating sporadically out of control now. With his hands still clutching my waist and the long fingers splayed over my hips, I decide I have found the perfect one night stand specimen.

"Dance with me?" It is a statement framed as a question, I nod my consent because I don't stand a chance, not with that rich resounding baritone that drowns out the noise of the club as it reverberates down my spine in one chill stroke.

His strong arm around my waist tightens slightly, making me snap out of the trance his roiling emerald eyes has me in. I manage a smile as the dance floor starts getting crowded with couples.

"How come you're not drunk?" I say into his chest. I really can't continue staring into his eyes. He is too beautiful to be real. And his fingers grabbing onto my hips this intimately should feel invasive if it wasn't absolutely delicious. The soft music helps conversations and I'm up for it.

"I have to drive." He says into my ears and a shiver goes down my spine. Again. He doesn't have to whisper in my ears at all but he does and the slight smile on his face tells me he knows exactly what he's doing. The effect his perfection is having on me. I'm too obvious for my own good.

I decide to play along. I'm no ugly frog by any measures. I have decent features and I am a grown woman at a club on a Friday night. I need to stop acting like a teenager on her first date.

"Hm." I look up into his eyes, determined not to lose the stare off.

I do. After just thirty seconds.

"I was sad when I saw you leaving." He says into my ears. If they were red before, they might be purple now. He does not only whispers and move away, he hesitates like he wants to nibble at my ear and that split second of contact is driving me insane. I clench my thighs together.

"Hm. Why?" My voice is a squeak. His fingers starts tapping a pattern on my hips and my mouth goes dry.

"I wanted to dance with you. Hold you. Feel you before you disappeared." The whisper again. The shiver down my spine again. The almost nibble at the sensitive part of my ear that connects to my neck. The music. The vibe in the air right now. Everything feels charged. I am feeling different things all at once. I have lost the opportunity to play it cool. He is throwing me the bait and watching me coolly to see if I would bite.

I do not intend to only bite, I would actually fucking swallow too.

"Hm. Well, we're here now."

"Yes." He draws me closer as if we're not already very close. Now, there's no space between us. You can't fit a needle in between us if you tried. I feel every single muscle in his hard torso and he smells like the earth after a rain. The combination is heady, I want to squeal and giggle like I'm fifteen.

"I didn't notice you when we first came in and I was scanning the room for acceptable company." I say with a smile. His lips are sort of resting on my temple and if they slide down a little, I might swoon. Right here in the middle of this dancefloor.

"Acceptable company huh?" I feel the grin even though I can't see it with the crazy lights and the obvious height difference.

"I've fended off more than three drunk men who just wanted to rip my panties off before I even consented to dancing with them." I sway against his hips. Finally gathering my wits and going about how I want my night to be. I feel him pause as I start really dancing against his rock hard solid tall form.

"I wish I came in earlier then. I came in when you were going to the bathroom, I waited for you, but then you went outside and I was heartbroken." His hands pull my hair off my face gently, and he tucks the strand behind my ears. I get a proper look up at his face and I have never seen a more chiselled chin. His face looks like he had been carved by a greek god. How does anyone look like this?

There is a shadow of a beard on his chin and a very interesting mouth. They look almost muscular stretching across his chin, but I've felt them on my temple and I know they are very much soft.

There's a slit in the middle of his bottom lip and it is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. His hair is jet black, and in that intentionally messy style that is super hot. His eyes draw me in and I feel like I'm drowning in cotton candy sea. They are deep set and command attention. Startling green, sharp yet soft. He is staring at me openly, taking me in, I feel naked under his intense gaze. It is really hard to keep my wits about me when I look into his eyes and he's looking right into mine this earnestly like he knows all of my darkest secrets and is trying to reassure me that he is not going to spill them.

"You don't seem like the club going type." I say as a form of distraction. Cutting off the stare again. Preferring to go back to dancing. The music is picking up and most of the couples around are full on making out now.

"I could say the same for you." He says and his eyes crinkle with his grin. I return the smile with a nod. Not to mention my heart doing crazy palpitations. Men don't know how attractive they are when they smile wholeheartedly.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Looking at how we are both fighting to fit in this crowd, I can say we're both here for the same thing." He says slowly in my ears, drawing out each word in a tone that is sexier than sin. It is intoxicating.

"Smart answer." I smirk up at him. I am about to add something when a couple bumps into us and it is like the spell is temporarily broken and we both realise where we are.

The floor is crowded. They do not even spare us an apology and just keep going at each other like hungry dogs in heat. Before I can say anything, he grabs my hand and pulls me behind him as he weaves a path out of the dance floor. I had no idea it has gotten this crowded and I am supposed to have agoraphobia.

This man is the cure.

We maneuver our way out of the mass of sweaty bodies. He pulls me into a more dim lit corner of the club. There are less people here. I have long stopped thinking about Marie, my best friend I came here with and her shenanigans tonight. The only lounge chair is occupied but the wall is not, so I find myself being propped up against a wall with him pressing into me. His forehead against mine, our breath mixing together and my heart racing.

Ever racing tonight.

"Better?" His eyes are watching me closely again.

"Definitely." I smile.

"What is your name?" He asks, his strong arms wrapping tightly around me, the motion has my dress bunching up. His fingers are on my bare thighs, and I do not mind at all.

"I'll tell you if you tell me yours." I say biting my lips as innocently as I can manage.

The number one rule of one night stands is false names. Right?

"Argh, don't do that." He growls, still watching me. His eyes focused on my lips.

"Do what? Tell you my name?" I bat my lashes and the look on his face makes me laugh in spite of myself.

"Foxy. I like it."

Our hips are connected and we're moving delicately and I feel like I might implode with how good it feels. The loud music doesn't even bother me anymore.

"Aiden. My name's Aiden."

"Hm. Nice to meet you, Aiden. My name is Daisy." She says, her voice soft and raspy and yet managing to be erotic all at the same time. I have her against the wall and yet I feel like I need to be pressed even closer to her soft body. Her body heat is a beacon, pulling me in.

Daisy.

I don't care if it is a fake name, it suits her. She is fucking stunning. When I first saw her looking lost and out of place, I felt an unusual pang, an immediate attraction that I couldn't fend off till I got my hands on her and now that attraction only waxes stronger. I didn't come to the club tonight with any agenda, I just needed to be lost in a space with lots of people who wouldn't pay me any kind of attention. But I wouldn't mind spending the night with Daisy.

"Daisy. Perfect name. The pleasure is all mine." I whisper quietly into her ear, making sure to leave my lips on the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe for longer than necessary, then I lean down. Not exactly kissing. Just trailing the length of her salty neck, taking my time, listening to her body respond to me, her increasingly shallow breathing is my guide.

"Hm..." Daisy moans and I can't help my smirk. The night is turning out great for me.

"You smell really good." I murmur against the skin of her clavicle. It is true, she smells edible. Intoxicating. Irresistible.

Daisy pulls my hair up and I meet her hungry rosy lips halfway in the dark.

Actual fucking fireworks explodes in my brain as our lips collide. The noise of the club fades. The lights dim. Everything quietens and I lose myself in the soft warmth of Daisy's mouth. She opens her lips slightly, I take the opportunity immediately, sliding in my tongue into the warmth of her cinnamon tasting lips. I can't suppress the groan of sharp pleasure that escapes me. I press into her against the wall, losing my trail of thoughts.

Daisy responds to my kisses with shy strokes of her lithe tongue and it only makes me all the more feral. Wanting her with a desperate need that almost leaves me breathless.

Daisy cuts the kiss short abruptly, breathing hard. I rest my forehead against hers and we just stay like that for a second, revelling in the heavy lust swirling between us like a tornado. The naked desire ignited between us too fast, the heat of it threatens to consume me. And I know I will let it. If it means I get to kiss her again. I will allow myself be consumed. Swallowed whole. I am not drunk tonight, and yet I feel intoxicated. By her. On her.

"I think we might need more privacy." Daisy breathes and my heart actually misses a beat at what that means. Even though it is a possibility I had been hoping for ever since I set eyes on her, hearing her say it only cements our fate tonight. Daisy is not the kind of woman you just take a sip of and go. I was already hooked with just a look from her. I couldn't possibly bear to watch her slip through my fingers.

"I agree," I say, I hook my hands around her thighs, lifting her up with ease like she weighs nothing, I hear her soft gasp as her soft body graze the hard contours of mine,, "trust me?" I ask, already making my way out of the dark club.

"Yes." Daisy says, her bright blue eyes shining up at me. I feel my heart constrict at her sincerity. We are strangers tonight but there is a connection I can't deny. I am sure she feels it too.

"This will do?" I ask when I reach my car in the dark parking lot. I don't even know how I got here, I can't think straight with the raging hard-on bulging against my pants. I open the passenger door and set her on her back in the seat.

In response she gets up to pull me in completely, she straddles me and goes straight back to the kissing. I groan in response, feeling like we didn't stop for a while away from the wall.

The kiss gets heated pretty quickly in the privacy of my car. My hands roam her body freely, the more her soft skin yields beneath my touch, the hungrier I get for more.

Her hands find my pants and she starts yanking at the zip desperately. I reciprocate the gesture by sliding down the tiny strap of her dress, her full breast comes free in the palm of my hand, I give her a gentle squeeze and she moans. My other hand travels south between our bodies, her dress is already riding high up her waist, my fingers find her thin lacy underwear, I press a thumb against her already wet centre and Daisy arches against me with a soft cry of pleasure.

"Get. This. Off." She rasps, tugging at my pants, I smirk as I take her hand in mine, I tackle with the buttons and she pulls the pants down. My erection under my boxer briefs is very visible in the dark car.

Daisy wraps her hand around me and pulls out my hard cock, her small fingers around me is stimulating beyond anything I have ever felt before. She looks up at me, confidence shining in her irresistible eyes, the transformation is such a turn on. I pulse in her hands and she strokes me, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Shit. Shit. Wait." I shift under her, I try to reach the gloves compartment in the driver's seat but I already know what I would find there. Nothing.

"What is the problem? Second thoughts? Incase there's any doubt, I absolutely want this." Daisy whispers against my lips, her hands around my hard cock massages up and down and I feel like I could explode already.

"I don't have a condom." I say, leaning my forehead against hers trying to catch my breath.

"I didn't expect the night to come to this and I just got my car washed, so there's nothing in here. Shit." His fingers are digging into my upper thigh and they feel so damn good.

I pull a finger across his bottom lip, buoyed by confidence from nowhere, I pause at the slit and press down on the smooth skin, he rasps against my touch before darting his pink tongue out to pull the finger into his mouth, sucking on it. I smile wickedly at the naked want in his eyes. The pulsating energy in my hand that is cupped around his dick increases, I decide to put him out of his misery.

"Well, lucky for you, I planned for my night to come to this." I start kissing his face. Nibbling at his ears all the while still stroking his length. He's rock hard now.

"What do you mean?" He says in a groan.

In response, I slid my thong to the side and guide him deep inside me in one fluid motion, we both arch back and let out a synced groan that reverberates in the confined car. Not moving, not daring to move, we stay connected for a short while as I gather my senses to give him a reply.

"I have a female condom on." I start moving against his length. Slowly. The delicious fire spreading from my belly upwards takes over my senses.

"Well damn." And that was my warning before his perfect mouth latches onto my nipples. I let out a scream. His tongue flicks are sending me dangerously close to the edge and my knees get too weak to continue sliding in and out of him. He notices my slowing pace and takes action into his hands as he starts thrusting into me from underneath. He starts slow at first, then the thrusts gets sharp and deep and fast and I am holding onto his neck tightly to remain anchored.

Our breathing fills the car, I almost do not recognise the sounds I'm making but I do hear his moans and they are the sexiest sounds I've ever heard from a man. His mouth pays adequate attention to both nipples before clamouring upwards to my neck and finally my mouth. When his tongue slides into my mouth, and his fingers go back to rubbing my clitoris, I come undone in his arms. Fast and hard. Earth shattering in the small space of his car.

I am twenty five and I've never orgasmed with a man before. Better put; no man has ever made me climax like this before.

That says a lot about my choices in men.

"Oh my God. Oh shit. Ah fuck." I moan repeatedly into the nook of his neck. He is still going at it for his own orgasm and I feel like his powerful thrusts could split me in two.

The man has formidably strong legs.

He explodes into me five seconds after my climax and his fingers dig into my thigh so tightly, I am sure he might leave a mark. Brand me as his.

"That was insane." His breathing is heavy and he pulls me in for a searing kiss that threatens to make me levitate. I respond with all the vigour I can muster. We are still connected even though he is no longer hard. I move my hips to get off him and he pulls a white shirt from somewhere in the car and uses it to wipe me off. He's so gentle and I can't help but stare at him in absolute shock.

Who is this man? And most importantly, what the fuck have I just done??

"Hey, look at me." He uses his thumb to pull my face up to meet his stare, if this man knows how beautifully unnerving his eyes are, he would stop staring into my eyes so damned much. My lips feel tender and slightly swollen from the kisses but I do not mind.

"That was amazing. No regrets. You?" He asks and I can see in his eyes that he truly means it.

We are sitting beside each other. I pull my dress straps back on over my naked breasts, and drop the hems to cover my thighs. I can't seem to find my thong anywhere.

"None whatsoever. I'm the one with the pre installed condom." I say with a little laugh to mask my nervousness. He returns the gesture and I am lost taking him in. My body still tingling in the aftermath of an unexpected but earth shattering orgasm.

The moment is broken when we hear a loud knocking on the car door. Someone is knocking desperately on the door. I realise to my horror that the glass is not opaque. The parking lot is only moderately dark so I am sure anyone could have seen us.

As I try to analyse the chances of someone watching us go at it, Marie's face presses onto the glass and I suppress a shriek. She's mouthing something and she looks hassled. Aiden looks at the door and then at me, I motion for him to move out of the way, I straddle him on my way out of the door. We pause for a second, looking into eachother's eyes before I open the door and Marie practically drags me off yelling a thousand words at once. The only thing I manage to make out of what she's saying was that we had to leave urgently.

I look back at the car to see Aiden struggling to pull his pants on just before Marie pushes me into the uber waiting for us with its engine running.