Page 51 of Playboy Billionaire

“Let’s wait on the shower. I need you now,” Griffin said, grabbing her hand. She let him lead her over to the bed. After pushing the duvet cover off to the side, he lay her down on the crisp sheets that smelled of fresh linen and a hint of the rose petals. He pulled off his trunks and crawled in beside her, naked and fully erect. His warm body against hers filled her with desire.

As his eyes slowly roved over her nakedness, she quivered with anticipation. Now breathless with need, she whispered, “Griffin, you feel so good.”

Untying her bikini top she felt the cool air against her breasts as they spilled out. She smiled as his breath hissed, then he leaned down and lapped at her nipple before drawing it into his warm mouth. He suckled until she was panting, clenching her fingers in his hair. Trailing lower he nuzzled her mound, kissing her through the fabric of the skimpy covering. She felt something deep inside of her begin to unravel.

Her skin felt scorched when his thumbs slipped under the elastic of her bikini bottoms and he slowly pulled them down the length of her thighs. Tossing them aside, he kissed his way back up her inner thighs, burying his mouth in her wet center as she rocked against him. A moan escaped as he licked and sucked on her labia, making her ache with need. When she was writhing under his expert tongue he lapped at her clit before scattering light kisses between her legs, nibbling her inner thighs, then finally returning to her sweet spot. He licked his way back up to her belly, and she gasped when he dipped his tongue into her navel before rubbing his erection against the wetness between her legs.

As she bucked beneath him, he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a foil packet. Ripping it open with his teeth he kneeled, straddling her as he slipped the condom over his engorged penis. His eyes were hooded, glazed with arousal as he spread her thighs wide and positioned himself on top of her.

“Yes,” she said, feeling the tip of his hardness push against her tight opening.

Hands cupping her breasts, he kneaded and massaged, his thumbs rolling over her erect nipples. Her need was almost more than she could bear, she had to feel him inside her. He rubbed his shaft against her sex, stimulating her, gliding, rubbing, circling his hips.

Her voice quivered, “Griffin, please…I…please.” She was ready. She felt as if she’d been waiting a lifetime for it. “Please,” she begged.

He finally thrust, hard. Filling her, stretching her. He withdrew partially and paused, then thrust again, slowly, tantalizingly, all the while circling his hips, between each thrust.

She loved the feel of his weight pressing her into the bed. She wrapped her thighs around him and met him thrust for thrust. His tempo increased, the heat between them building. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her sent her to the edge.

They both burst into climax at the same time. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut as she raked her fingers down his back. He collapsed on top of her and buried his nose in her hair. “Holy hell Penelope.” His words sounded like a caress.

They lay spent, their breath slowly returning to normal. He rolled off and she felt a moment of loss, but then he pulled her on top of him and cradled her to his chest. He kissed the top of her head and she was content again.

She may have dozed but she became aware of Griffin’s teeth biting her earlobe and him whispering, “Let’s shower then go up and do some star gazing. You won’t believe what a night sky is like, so far removed from light pollution,” Griffin said.

She stretched lazily and sat up.

He eyed her hungrily. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you. You’re addictive.”

She smiled like a Cheshire cat with the cream. “I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

Looking suddenly serious, he said, “Never, until now.”

Her warm body tingled. He led her into the shower, and they took turns washing each other. He squeezed some shower gel into his palms and began massaging her shoulders and arms then her hands.

“Turn around,” He said softly, as he poured more of the lavender scented bath gel onto a washcloth. He lathered her back and her bottom, then the backs of her thighs. She sighed,heavenly.

After he finished, she returned the favor. When they stepped out of the shower he said, “Let me dry you.”

She wrapped one towel around her head turban style and handed him the other one. He rubbed her skin briskly. After they were both dried off, he took her hand again.

“Come with me. I want to give you the moon and the stars.”

They ended their night on deck, naked on the lounger with Penelope’s back snuggled against his chest, her hips sandwiched between his thighs. He ran his hand down the soft skin of her arm, then her belly, his feather light touch branding her.

“Not sure I like feeling this out of control,” he said softly.

Instead of answering, she pulled his head down for a kiss. In the moonlight his face was shadowed but eyes blazed with heat, penetrating deep into her psyche. She was lost and incapable of resisting her attraction.

The only sounds were their breathing and the gentle waves and water lapping at the bow. An unexpected meteor shower gave them plenty of chances to wish upon the stars.Magical.

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Griffin sat in the parking lot without starting the car, his face set in an unreadable expression.

Penelope reached over and squeezed his shoulder, “Is there something wrong?”

Still staring straight ahead, he said, “Stay with me tonight. Don’t go home.”

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