Page 50 of Playboy Billionaire

“I see them all the time when I’m windsurfing,” he shared. “It never gets old.”

Her eyes went wide with surprise. “It’s incredible!”

Her hair was plastered to her head which accentuated her delicate features and classic beauty. Her lashes had droplets of water clinging to them. Griffin lost himself in her sparkling green eyes while she watched them.

The dolphins swam in closer, appearing as curious about them as they were about the dolphins. They arced out of the water then disappeared only to reappear again.

Penelope’s face was beaming. “They’re playing,” she whispered in awe.

“Yes.”

They continued to circle for several minutes then swam off, seemingly without a care in the world. Penelope sighed loudly.

“Griffin, that was magical. Thank you!”

“I’m really glad you got to have that experience Pen. Ready to get out?”

“Yes, before I shrivel up.”

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Griffin had thought of everything from the rose petals and wine to the gloriously thick steaks that were currently searing on the built-in grill.

“I’m ready for a glass of wine, how about you?” he asked.

“Yes please. Do you want me to get it?”

“No princess, you look way too comfortable. Let me serve you, my lady.”

And she was. Comfortable didn’t even begin to describe it. She was sprawled belly-down on the deck cushions, under the canopy, half asleep. The combination of sun and water, and the lack of stress, had her body feeling like an overcooked noodle.

He trailed his knuckles down her back before handing her a glass of white wine. Her bikini left little to the imagination and most of her bottom exposed; she was happy that he took full advantage, leaning down to kiss one rounded cheek then the other. She squirmed, suddenly fully awake.

“Get rested up now princess, because I have big plans for you later that involve strenuous activity.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“That’s my girl.”

Her belly flipped at the casual endearment. My God, she felt like a sixteen-year-old who’d never been kissed. He turned her inside out without even trying.

They’d just finished dinner and Griffin raised his glass, “A toast, to the best day of my life,” he said.

She clicked her goblet against his and sipped the dry sauvignon blanc, her tongue darting out to lick a droplet from her bottom lip.

“When you do that babe…”

“What?”

“Lick your lips,” he said, his gaze hungry.

She felt like that juicy steak right now and he was about to devour her. An entire day of flirtation and near nakedness had them both hot with need.

“Let me clear the table then we can shower off the ocean water. What do you say?” he asked.

Her voice didn’t even sound like her own when she answered; it was breathless and smoky. “Yes.”

When they went below deck, his eyes burned with a passion so intense she almost had to look away.

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