He wants her back: The billionaire's leading lady

"You're here finally." Pierce growled in the darkness.

 "I'm sorry, my session went on a bit longer today because Sarah came in late." I explained breathlessly, feeling around the wall for the light switch. I knew better than to keep him waiting.

 "Leave it. Come to me," he commanded. I did as I was told, dropping my duffel bag to the floor as I ambled towards him.

 "Clothes." My pulse quickened in my veins and I tugged off my cardigan, my pants, bra... then I stopped. I could tell he was in a bad mood, one that didn't have anything to do with me being late. I shivered lightly in anticipation and waited for him to close the space between us.

When he stood, he pressed my semi naked body to his fully clothed one and released my hair from its ponytail prison. "How was your day," I asked tentatively, as he ran his fingers over my hips, tracing an invisible line to my waist.

"I'll show you." He growled, and picked me like I weighed nothing. Naturally my legs wrapped around him as he strode towards the bed, a sense of urgency driving his every move.

 * * *

The sound of Pierce's phone ringing stirred me awake. I moved closer to him, humming in satisfaction. If I woke up everyday in his arms like this it would be a dream come true. His arm tightened reflexively on my waist before he came to. Then he realized his phone was the source of the noise and untangled his limbs from mine. Even with my eyes closed I knew he had gotten up to grab it. Disappointment filled me at the loss of his warmth and I curled up against the intrusive cold. When I opened my eyes, he was bent over his pants, rooting in the pocket for the phone. From the bed I admired his physique and marveled that he had chosen to be with me instead of the many women that flocked around him. I would never get tired of this sight. When he looked at the name on the screen he frowned, glanced at me and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door tightly behind me, and with that singular move, my sex-induced bliss was shattered by a healthy dose of reality.

I met Pierce Blackwood during a shoot when the studio had invited him for a tour since he was one of their shareholders. His magnetism and charm had worn me over that same day. As I tried to act my scenes I would catch him watching me with an intensity unlike any I'd felt.

 After that session he asked me to dinner and I agreed, and I agreed. When Pierce proposed a casual relationship during said dinner, I accepted the following morning.

It could've been curiosity about the broody billionaire that cherry picked me out of the throng of women that flocked around him.

Or it could've been the thought of the thrill I