Kisses For A Devil

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In meeting at Adams I'd carefully payed heed to whatever they had said and written down on my notepad.

The meeting had lasted for two hours and I was glad that my stomach didn't growl otherwise I'd be embarrassed as hell.

We stepped into the elevator while other people joined us.

I was sandwich between Leo and an old man.

Sandwich! Oh god, I'm so hungry. I should've eaten the sandwich that Luke made for breakfast.

And that was the most embarrassing moment when my stomach growled breaking the pin drop silence in elevator. No one even tried to hide their chuckle.

Not even Leo.

Bastard.

"I'm hungry. Are you?" I asked quietly to Leo realising that he hadn't had breakfast this morning as well.

He leaned closer until his lips teasing my earlobe and whispered huskily, "Very."

Heat rise upto my neck and he hadn't made a move to pull apart as he started nibbling my earlobe sending electricity to my core.

But he abruptly pulled apart and straightened himself as the old man cleared his throat.

After awhile everyone stepped out of the elevator leaving Leo and I in the elevator.

Next thing that happened was the worst thing that I was gonna add in my 'Curse my life' diary.

The elevator began shaking vigorously and came to an abrupt halt as everything went dark.

Holy shit

I'm stuck.

With my pervert boss.

"Umm...Leo? Are you okay?"I quizzed once I realised he wasn't saying anything.

He didn't respond.

Oh god, why he isn't responding? Maybe he's trying to scare me.Hmm...

I'm not gonna scared. No human being is born yet with a potential to scare me. However, I'll go nuts in this suffocating place if he doesn't talk to me.

Despite of the darkness I rummaged through my bag and leep in the dark and luckily I got the hold of my phone and switched on the flashlight.

Once the flashlight on, I saw him in the corner of the elevator, his pupils dilated and he was drenched in his own sweat.

"Leo?" Now he's scaring the shit out of me.

His ocean blue eyes snapped up and he looked at me with pleading eyes.

"Please let me out of here. I'll not tell anyone, I promise." He whispered, his voice was croaky as if he was scared of something or someone. "Please let me out of here." My eyes became round as diner plate as I registered the situation.

Oh.my.god! Leonardo Vincenzo is suffering from.....PTSD.

I kneeled down in front of him and took him in a hug as they do in the movies with the patient who's suffering from anxiety.

His body became relaxed as he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face into my c.h.e.s.t.

"It's okay, Leo. I got you." I assured him, gently stroking his soft hair. He held me so tightly, close to him as if he would never let me go. I wondered since how long he'd been suffering from PTSD. He had never let anyone know about that.

Then I realised, I knew nothing about him.

Suddenly He pulled away, his ocean blue eyes which now I found deeper than any ocean lingered to my lips. He was so close to me that I could smell his manly odour that rippled the heat sensation between my t.h.i.g.hs. My heart was racing against my c.h.e.s.t and all I could think of the taste of his lips on mine. Damn my v.i.r.g.i.n.i.t.y goddess. His gaze was intense that it was giving me the collywobbles. And in the next moment he leaned in and locked his lips on mine.

I don't know why but I didn't resist. Maybe because I was hungry.

The next moment surprised me to the core as I shamelessly jumped onto his l.a.p without breaking the kiss and he let out a guttural sound. My hands automatically found their way into his hair and his under my skirt as the kiss got deepened.

His hand started making small circles around my t.h.i.g.h and that small gesture of intimacy had put him in a favourable position as I gasped and without delay he slid his tongue into my mouth.

He nibbled my bottom lip with his teeth and I also did the same with him. But suddenly, I pulled away as I felt something poking between my legs.

"Your buckle is poking me." I said, breathing heavily.

"It's not buckle." He said, and before my horny mind could register what it was—he grabbed me through the back of my neck and again locked his lips with mine, hungrily.