Page 48 of Playboy Billionaire

“Just take it slow. But you seem happy.”

“Dolly this can’t get out. I don’t want anyone to know. Please don’t mention it to Ben. Not that I don’t trust him, I just don’t know him that well. I’ve never worked with him before.”

“My lips are sealed. The sharks would gather in a feeding frenzy if there was even a hint that you were seeing someone…especially if that someone was not Noah Davis.”

She shook her head. “It would be a nightmare.”

“I didn’t tell Ben where you were going or with who, only that I had the place to myself tonight.”

She heard the car pull into the drive and gave Dolly a quick hug. “Thanks, I owe you.”

“Have fun.”

Penelope stopped to talk with her security guard stationed at her house, who had already been informed that he wouldn’t be needed until the following day. “Thanks Luke, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome Ms. Winters. Have a nice time.”

“I intend to.”

She climbed into the Audi as Griffin held the door. His eyes scorched her as they roved across her face. He threw her overnight bag into the back, then climbed into the driver’s seat. Reaching across her body he grabbed her seatbelt, his arm brushing against her breasts. She inhaled sharply as she caught his heady scent, clean and fresh with a hint of aftershave.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly.

“Hi back.” His voice was husky and full of desire; his thumb stroked her cheek.

“Security is going to follow us until we get launched,” he said, nodding at the black SUV parked in the street.

She arched her brow. “Launched?”

His lips turned up. “Yeah.”

“Does this involve water?”

“Yes. We’re taking my yacht out overnight.”

“That sounds fabulous!”

“It will be. We’ll anchor once we find a spot offshore from one of the barrier islands; it’ll be just the two of us…all night long.”

She grabbed his hand and squeezed, “Heavenly. Thanks for arranging this.”

He raised the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it, “You’re welcome, but it’s pure selfishness on my part.”

He drove with a relaxed confidence, handling the vehicle easily like he did with everything he attempted. He was so sexy. She felt her belly tighten with need. He took that moment to glance over and his eyes heated, the blue darkening to almost cobalt. Her pulse fluttered erratically.

“How big is your boat?”

“Forty-one footer. It’s a Bavaria, German engineering,” he said, pulling into the Yacht Club’s private parking lot. He jumped out and she watched as he spoke with the valet. When he returned, he grabbed their bags from the back and opened her car door.

“Come on, your sea-chariot awaits.”

She admired the array of gleaming boats moored at the marina. Then Griffin stopped beside the one they were presumably going to be sailing out on.

“Here we are.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Wait till you see the interior.” He tossed their bags on, then climbed aboard and turned to give her a hand.

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