Sandwiched Between Billionaires

Rays of sunlight shone through the window into the messy room as a figure scampered around, picking up pieces of clothing from all over as silently as possible in order not to wake up her sleeping companion. As she quickly dressed herself, Layla would occasionally take long glances at the still slumbering male under the sheets of the king sized bed they shared the previous night. She caught herself biting her lower lip as the memories of the night flooded back into her mind. The ways he touched her, the ways he kissed her, the ways he made her feel, especially while she was underneath him. She had never felt so good. There was only one downside to the amazing night she had just had, she would be late to work now. Layla had been working at the Seb-Umbrella Corporation for barely a week and she was about to record her first late day. She hoped she wouldn’t, which was why she was running all over the room in the first place. “s**t!” Layla exclaimed as she looked up the times on her phone. It was 7:43am, meaning she had barely twenty minutes to get to the office complex. ‘Would that even be possible?’ She asked herself as she finally made her way to the door of the hotel room. After taking one last look at the gorgeous male, who was still asleep, she opened the door and walked out. A little disbelief that he had slept all through her movements this morning. A smiled curved onto her lips as she thought about last night again, ‘I wasn’t so bad myself after all.’ She though with a satisfied grin on her face. She recalled how it all started, he stood out the most at the bar she went last night. Although he didn’t have any female company with him, he didn’t look the type to lack it. The only reason she was out last night was because she wanted to celebrate getting the job at Seb-Umbrella. Normally, she would go out with her best friend, Sophie but Sophie had travelled out of town also to file job applications. They both worked at Sophie’s mother’s clubhouse as waitresses but the place had to be closed down, unfortunately. Since Sophie wasn’t there to celebrate with her, she decided to be bold enough to go in her own, this her encounter with the handsome maybe single stranger. They made eye contact as soon as she stepped into the bar area of the club ‘Ceasar’s Paradise’. It was a popular night club and it’s popularity was well deserved, what we service you got there was top class, with no room for anything less. They stared at themselves for a moment before she finally made her way to the bar counter to get herself a drink or two. She decided she’d celebrate that night but she still had to go to work the next day, she tried to keep that in mind. The decision to be out was spontaneous, although with a bit of motivation from Sophie. Layla sat by the counter as she savored the alcohol the friendly bartender served her. She would also occasionally glance in the direction of the handsome stranger she noticed in the room. She had begun to hope a bit that he would walk up to her but she obviously knew that that was the alcohol talking. She had done a quick survey of the area and she though she would be the last girl he would want to get with out of everyone there. Although she knew the truth, the alcohol she drank had begun to convince her otherwise m. She took a quite look at the bartender, wondering if he had given her something stronger than what she asked for. “Heyyyy girrrrrll.” Layla said as she put her phone to her ear. “Hey hey.” Sophie’s voice came through the speaker. “Did I catch you at a wrong time?” She asked. “Nahhhh girrrrlll, you called just in time.” Layla managed to say through slurred words. “Sounds like someone is having a good night.” Sophie said, a bit of surprise in her voice. “I’m at Caesar’s Parrrradiseeee and my night is about to get interestingggg and better.” Layla replied while also hinting her best friend. “You go girl!” Sophie said as she could vaguely guess guess what Layla meant by what she said. “I gotta go now, kisssesss.” Layla say and quickly ended the call before Sophie could even respond. She noticed that the handsome stranger finally left his table, where he sat alone. Apparently he was done here for the night. He made his way towards the exit before being stopped by a figure he found vaguely familiar. “Hi there, strangerrr.” Layla’s voice sounded as he finally fixed his gaze on the petite woman that stood before him. The room wasn’t clearly lit but he could perfectly see her pretty face and the way her blue silk gown hugged her well-formed figure. He could perfectly see her full curves and he felt his heart stop beating for a moment. She was breathtaking. “Hi, my name is Layla.” She immediately introduced herself with the best smile she could at short notice. “I’m Jamal.” Jamal responded while also finally observing Layla from up close. He was tall, about 6’2 compared to her height of 5’5. His well chiseled facial features made him impossible to ignore. She had already begun to imagine what he looked like under the clothes he wore, his well framed body gave her imagination a lot to work with. “Do you mind a dance?” Layla asked almost innocently but her smile and the way she kept looking between his face and chest suggested other motives. “It would be my pleasure.” Jamal responded as he let Layla lead him back into the dance floor. He took in the sight before him with pleasure, he had never found cat-walking so pleasure able to watch. As soon as they got to a darker spot, Layla immediately started swaying her body to the rhythm of the music playing while pulling Jamal to herself until there was no space between them anymore. She pressed her body against him as they danced together long enough to incite a feeling but not long enough for that feeling to manifest. She knew she was driving him crazy. They danced for a while, with him provoking him continuously until she herself between a wall and his sturdy body, but she didn’t mind. She started to grind against his body even more vigorously as she felt his body press harder against her. At some point, she started to feels hands roaming her body through the thin material of her evening gown. She wasn’t worried though, she enjoyed feeling his hands on her for some reason. She couldn’t tell but she didn’t want the feeling to stop. All she knew was that she wanted to find out if he could make her feel even better. She could feel his well sculpted physique through his clothes as they danced. Their breaths had gotten rushed as they both tried to ignore the already high tension between them. “What are we doing?” Jamal suddenly asked, his voice directly in Layla’s ear as he bent over towards her. She could also fee his hot breath on her, it made her skin tingle in a good way. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. She wasn't a virgin but she had abstained for a while. Now meeting Jamal, she felt like her body couldn't hold back anymore. She wanted him, even if only for that night. She didn't believe he wouldn't have his variety of mistresses somewhere, all she wanted was to have him that night. The perfect one night stand. “We're finding ourselves a room.” Layla answered, not knowing where the confidence she was displaying came from. They immediately made their way out of the club after Layla got her things and checked in to the nearest 5 star hotel, which didn't really surprise her. He looked the rich type. They looked like a couple all the way from the club to the hotel, the way they held onto each other. Layla still tipsy from whatever she drank needed to be in Jamals arms for stability. As soon as they got into the room the booked, they threw themselves at each other. Jamal lifted Layla off the ground as testament to his muscles as Layla clung to his figure, still grinding against him. She began to undo the buttons of Jamals shirt quickly, nearly ripping them off him as his hands kept roaming her body. His hands would occasionally stop to fondle her breasts before continuing its journey around her body. The sounds she made in response to his actions were heavenly to him. After successfully taking off Jamals shirt, Layla immediately slid out of her gown as she watched Jamal’s hungry eyes devour her figure from where she stood. She pulled him to herself again as they resumed kissing, this time Jamals hands moved unhindered over her skin. He gently picked her up and laid her on the bed before taking of his trousers, then climbed on top of her. He began to plant kisses on her cheeks, made his way down to her neck and then went even lower until he met with the tip of her n****e. Layla let out a soft moan as she felt his mouth on that delicate part of her but he didn't stop there. After Jamal had sucked on her breasts for a while he continued downwards until his face was right between her thighs. Slowly, he begun kissing her on the side of her thighs, approaching the middle. Layla remained breathless as she felt everything Jamal did to her, her moans were loud and she felt her legs quiver. Jamal brought his head up from below her and positioned himself on her, she could already feel him and she couldn't wait to feel even more. “Madam, we've arrived.” the cab drivers voice woke Layla up from her reverie. Layla looked at the office building before her before checking the time on her phone. The time was 8:16 am and she knew she was already late.