Page 66 of Untouchable Billionaire

What is it about his dark look that was such a turn-on?

His bearing and confidence are characteristic of a dominant alpha male, but that frightening look means more.He's a hunter, and they can be dangerous, but I wasn't scared.I was turned on even though his aggression was barely controlled.

I haven't encountered that in my years as a stripper.I have had men leer and try to take what isn't offered, but his was different.It was fueled by passion, not horniness.It was lustful, but it was more like territorial thunder.Like he wanted to tame me and make me his.

But we just met?How can he have that strong a feeling for me so quickly, and why was I so turned on by it?

I look out the window pondering that thought for a few minutes.

The phone rings, and I answer it, then take a message.

The rest of the day passes without anything eventful happening and no new revelations on Moore's motive, so I take the time to write the suggestion about the assigned parking spots for the apartment building.I add a special request since it was my idea that I be given my usual spot and Moore be given the one next to me.Mrs.Smith will arrange it for me.

When 4 o'clock comes, I am gone.

Skillfully maneuvering my car into the parking spot next to Mr.Sexy's Raptor, I drop the suggestion in the box outside the office door and hurry to my apartment.Getting a water from the refrigerator, I hydrate as I change into my running clothes.I've decided to wear a pale yellow, low cut sports bra and short, black jogging shorts.The extreme compression accentuates my deep cleavage and keeps my soft tissue from jarring.The jogging shorts ride low and show off my toned abs too.

Walking to the elevator, my eyes fixate on 9G, hoping Moore will walk out now, but he doesn't, and I have a quiet ride down.

Once outside, I stretch, then jog at a good clip, not wanting to miss the flyboy.When I return to the sidewalk, sweat runs down my back and pools between my squished tits.My hair is no doubt sticking out in all directions.I know I don't look my best, but that's the point.

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Aurei

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At 4:45,I step out of the elevator and look around.Seary isn't in the lobby, so I head to the door.Looking through the glass, I see her, and I stop to watch.

She's bent over with her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths.The sight of her makes my dick hard.She's dressed in form-fitting black short shorts and a pale yellow, low cut sports bra that's so tight her big tits are smashed.

When she looks up, she sees me standing there, spying on her, and she smiles and walks up to the door.Her skin shines with the moisture of sweat, and her face is flushed from running.

Her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, and instantly I remember her bouncing down the runway in gold chains with her ponytail playing around her face.She was stunning then, but now, she isn't wearing any makeup, and she is simply beautiful.

She pulls the door open, walks through, and a warm fuzzy feeling spreads over me.

Immediately, our eyes lock, and the intensity between us sparks.She looks me up and down as she walks up.Noticing the fact that I'm not in my flight suit and enjoying the view as much as I'm enjoying hers.

When she stops, I greet her with my player smile, knowing she knows how turned on I am just at the sight of her."Hi."

Her beautiful smile and twinkling eyes tease me."Hi there.Looks like you are heading out."

"That's affirmative.I have a friendly game of basketball with the bros on post."I look her up and down and state, "Looks like you had a good run.You look hot."

Her head tilts slightly with my words, registering that was a compliment rather than an observation.

So I continue, "You are in great shape.I bet you have great stamina."My sideways grin flirts with her."Being a dancer."

She looks down, then into the lobby, then back at me, grinning, "I do."

Then she says, "I run at a pretty good clip for a girl too.I bet you couldn't run off and leave me."She punches my arm playfully, and when it bounces off because it's hard as hell, a flash of desire reveals itself in her eyes, and it lights me up.

I take a step toward her, wanting to pull her into my arms but only daring to capture her eyes.I assure her, "I would never run off and leave you."

All pretense of playfulness vanishes from her face as she feels my desire for her.

I lower my voice and let her know."If you decide to … run ...with me, I promise to hang around."

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