Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,27

in the elevator again.”

I grinned at the idea. “Unless we see each other in the elevator again.”

“I sure wish I started kissing you down on the first floor,” he said.

I laughed. “Me too.”

Bad Ideas

Theo

Kissing Madeline seemed like a good idea at the time. And while now I knew I was wrong about that, it was hard to regret it. I wasn’t sure if it was because it had been some time since I kissed a woman or something about her, but that kiss rocked my world. It was just my luck that when I finally got the cue that it was okay to kiss her, the elevator arrived at her floor. Undaunted, I kept my lips fused to hers and guided her out and down toward her condo. It felt a little bit desperate and clumsy, but once my lips touched hers, I wasn’t stopping for anything, not even the elevator bell.

But once I arrived at her door, and it was clear that I wanted much more than just a kiss, I knew I had to break away. It was nearly impossible to do because she felt divine in my arms. The swells of her breasts against my chest were driving me mad with a desire to pull her dress down so I could touch and suck them. My dick was so hard and elongated, it was a wonder it wasn’t peering out of the top of my waistband.

I’d allowed myself this one kiss, but I absolutely couldn’t take it any further. So, mustering every bit of strength I had, I tore away from her. I hated that my action caused her to question the quality of that kiss, because in truth, that kiss was spectacular. Thankfully I was able to find the right words to explain the situation. Even better, she seemed to agree, and shared her own concerns. I hadn’t even considered how a fling could look for her. It was a reminder that I still had work to do in improving my relations with women.

When I finally reached the elevator and pressed the button for the twentieth floor, I had a moment to rethink how wrong kissing her was. I had thought that having just one kiss would be enough to satisfy my curiosity. I hadn’t anticipated that kissing her would make me want to kiss her more. How was I going to face her and not have the overwhelming desire to kiss her again?

I reached my apartment and made a beeline straight to the shower, shedding my clothes along the way. I’d told her I was going to take a cold shower, but I was pretty sure that wouldn't work. So I turned the water on hot and then, stepping in the stall, I took matters into my own hands, literally. Compared to the last time I jacked off to her, I had more to work with as I conjured her up in my imagination. I had the taste of her lips and the wet warmth of her mouth. I had the feel of her tits against my chest, her nipples hard as they pressed against me. There was the feel of her arms wrapped around me, holding onto me as desperately as I was holding onto her. Armed with all that, it didn’t take long for me to release all the pent-up sexual tension.

Once out of the shower, I tossed on lounge pants and a t-shirt and padded out to my kitchen to make myself something for dinner. I opted for something quick; a basic pasta with some oil and herbs, a sprinkle of Parmesan cheese. As I ate, I went over the script and then opened my laptop to deal with business. My goal was to distract myself from the memory of kissing Madeline, but it was no easy feat. Especially as I went through the script and could picture her each time I read the lines from her character.

At ten, I headed to bed, and again, my dreams were filled with images of Madeline, which meant the next morning I did an encore production of taking care of the raging woody she left me with.

I was off the filming schedule for the day and so I headed down to my production company office to see how the staff were doing. I spent the first part of the morning going through reports from the various departments. Mid-morning, I met with my development team to see what projects they might have come up with while