Page 49 of Playboy Billionaire

Giving her the tour of the yacht, he pointed out features of the watercraft. It offered both shade and sun, a sunroof covered lounge that with the flick of a switch could be in full sun. There was a hydraulically lowered bathing platform, for water toys or toe dipping. She gasped at the opulence.

No details were spared as far as she could tell. The bow had bright comfortable cushions to relax on, away from the sun. The kitchen and salon were combined and sleek, and there was already a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket on the counter. And the entire view from inside was unobstructed, the huge glass windows letting in plenty of light. She was impressed by the beautiful teak wood, colorful upholstered fabrics, and the gleaming metal.

He led her below deck, and they peeked into the first bedroom which had a double bed and bath. Then he led her to the master suite cabin and her eyes widened when she saw the rose petals scattered on top of the duvet. She glanced over at him and found him watching her intently.

“I hope you remembered your oil,” she said in a husky voice. His eyes flashed with desire. The king-sized bed and wood finishes were the lap of luxury. It had a lavish bathroom with a separate shower, and she gaped when she saw that there was even room for a sofa.

“I can’t believe how much space there is.”

“I think we’ll be more than comfortable. Come here you,” he said as he pulled her into his arms. He tipped her chin up then scattered light kisses across her face, her cheeks and nose, then her chin. He moved to the curve of her neck, nibbling, then he licked the hollow of her throat. She gripped his biceps, enjoying the powerful feel of his muscles bulging beneath her fingertips. When he pulled her pelvis against his, she felt his erection. He was rock hard.Mmm.

He plundered her mouth almost desperately, and she met his tongue thrust for thrust. He backed her up against the bed, then gave her a slight push and she was suddenly sprawled on top of the duvet. He straddled her, his weight pinning her down. Pulse racing, she raked her fingers through his hair as he kissed her fiercely. She moaned against his lips, surprised that the sound came from her. He lifted his mouth then buried his face in her hair, his breathing ragged.

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s happening to me. You’ve cast some kind of spell. I’m half-crazy with desire for you.”

She smiled, her lips curving into his soft hair. “Shouldn’t we at least make it out of the marina?”

He groaned softly, “Killjoy.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and gave her one last soft kiss on the lips before pushing himself up and climbing off the bed.

She scooped up a hand-full of rose petals and buried her nose into her palm, inhaling the sweet scent.

“I’ve never had anyone do something so romantic for me before.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“It’s true. I’m having a lot of firsts with you Mr. Bennett.”

His eyes were intense and unfathomable as he stared into hers. “Me too.” Like a switch had been flipped, he abruptly grabbed her hand and tugged her off the bed. “Let’s get out on the water.”

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The water was calm, buffered by the saltwater sounds. There were inlets peppered throughout the North Carolina barrier islands, so boating was the perfect way to explore the coast. They had anchored offshore to enjoy their day out at sea. Griffin had lowered the deck bathing platform and Penelope sat on the edge, dangling her feet in the water.

“You ready to swim?” Griffin asked, plopping down next to her. His eyes skimmed across her face, then wandered slowly down her beautiful body. She was a goddess. His gaze lingered on her full breasts, continuing down to her flat belly and gorgeous thighs. He found himself getting aroused all over again. Fortunately, he had on his sunglasses, so he hoped he was getting away with the blatant perusal.

“Yes, if you are.”

“Let’s go,” he stood up, took off his shades and dove in, making a big splash as he entered the water.

She carefully lowered herself in, inch by inch, and propped her elbows on the deck. Griffin swam up, his arms pinning her on either side, his lips an inch away from her ear, making him hot with desire.

His voice soft and lazy, he said, “Chicken.”

“I’m just adjusting to the water temperature,” she responded breathlessly.

“Liar,” he whispered.

Her voice low, she said, “What are you doing to me?”

He chuckled, “Let go.”

As he tread water, his legs brushed against hers, the sensation sent desire coursing through him. “Come on,” he said. He pushed off and sank underwater, popping up several feet away.

She finally released her grip on the boat and kicked out. They swam around for a while, staying close to the vessel. Griffin pulled himself onto the deck and grabbed a couple of colorful noodles. He threw one to her then jumped back in with his. “This will keep us afloat so we can stay in the water a little longer.”

They relaxed, floating on the water’s surface until Griffin excitedly pointed to several dolphins less than twenty feet away.

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