THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR

The company I work for, Obsidian Internet Security, gets invited to these movie industry charity things all the time because some of our biggest clients are movie studios. Remember when the North Koreans hacked Sony Pictures because they were putting out that movie where Seth Rogen and James Franco were going to go assassinate Kim Jong Un? Yeah. You probably don’t, or only vaguely. But the movie studios basically crapped their pants after that and ponied up a lot of cash to make sure their private emails didn’t get spread all over the evening news.Since my company gets invited to a lot of these things, I get invited a lot. Or rather, ordered to go a lot. I’m a good ambassador. I’m the only woman in my department. I have the best social skills of my co-workers (which is a low bar, believe me). And, honestly, I look pretty damn good in a black slinky dress. So my boss makes me go to these hoity-toity shindigs.The silver lining is there’s tons of actresses and models at these things, s

Oh God.His lips are so warm against mine.The kiss starts off soft and sensual. Mouths pressed together… lips slowly caressing… his tongue touching my lips, and I open wide to take him in.His arms encircle my waist and pull me to him. I’m pressing against him, my soft curves against his muscles. Even under the designer tux, I can feel his rock-hard body.I can feel something else, too.Something thick and long, getting thicker and longer.The kiss starts off soft and sensual, but it rapidly becomes something else. Harder… more insistent.I don’t even notice. I’m caught up in the moment, thinking of nothing but how much I want his hands all over me…And then they are. Caressing the exposed skin on my back… drifting down my bare arms…Suddenly he seizes my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls back. I gasp as he moves his lips to my neck and bites gently at my throat.My blood is suddenly pounding in my ears. I’m immediately wet.I feel that solid pressure in his pants, now fully hard

WHAT THE FUCK?!I stand there in complete and utter shock. The best sex of my life, and the guy – the incredibly hot, powerful, rich, brilliant guy – walks off, leaving me naked, on a ledge in a secret passageway four stories above Sunset Boulevard.WHAT THE FUCK?!I hurriedly pull on my dress, embarrassed at what I’ve done. I look back at the people beyond the mirror, but they’re completely oblivious. At least I don’t have any witnesses to my shameful predicament.Except the douchebag who just walked out.I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I let him do that to me.And then he just walks off!The fucking ASSHOLE!JERK!GODDAMN PRICK!I pick my panties up off the cement walkway. It’s dusty up here, so there’s no way I’m putting them back on. I open up my clutch to stuff them in – And realize something’s wrong.It’s a little light.I look inside.My wallet’s there – no money is missing – But my cell phone’s gone.Holy fucking shit, I am going to KILL Grant Carlson if I ever r

The Hollywood Charity Gala was on Saturday night. I started work the second I got home and pulled an all-nighter with the aid of lots of coffee. I know that probably sounds horrible to you, but I’m a computer geek. Twenty-four hours of hacking is my version of getting drunk at the club and going to an afterparty.I won’t bore you, but by Sunday evening, I had poked into every nook and cranny of the internet I could find, searching for ways to fuck Grant Carlson up.He was a slippery character, I’ll give him that.All of his major bank accounts appeared to be offshore holding companies. I traced 27 accounts back to St. Lucia, the Seychelles, and Samoa. I found out he owned astounding amounts of property in every major city in the world – Paris, New York City, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Moscow, Buenos Aires, Mexico City, London, you name it. We’re talking hundreds of millions of dollars.And that wasn’t even counting his family’s construction companies.But the most useful thing I

But he’s definitely not finished.He sits down in my plush leather chair and arranges me effortlessly so that I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock pressing hard through the material of his pants against me.He starts to unzip his fly.“Wait,” I say.He stops and looks at me. I can tell he’s annoyed.“I want to see your body,” I whisper.The intent look turns to a grin, and he nods.I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. Incredible chest… pronounced muscles… washboard abs. I want to see his arms – his biceps are so big they’re straining against his sleeves – but he seems impatient, and I don’t want to make him shuck off his jacket.I let my fingers trail lightly down his massive pecs, through the light scattering of hair on his chest. I touch his hard, small nipples… then move down to his abs, which feel like they’re carved out of wood under the skin.He grunts as I unbuckle his belt, unzip him, and reach in and free his cock.Oh God.I didn’t get to see