Page 11 of Billionaire's Surprise

His fingers buried in my hair, and he drew my mouth back to his.

“Good morning,” he repeated against my lips. “Ready to start our adventure?”

“We forgot to pick our excursions last night.” I stared up into his dark eyes, thinking I might like to take a trip there. We could just stay here. I could explore the glory of Fraser Cassel.

Wow, apparently, my inner sex goddess had come along for this vacation.

Fray let me go when I pulled back, trying to come to my senses. I needed to move away before I was reeled in by his Death Star tractor beam.It’s a trap, Emerson!

I mentally shook my head at my ridiculousness. Fray would figure out what a nerd I was much sooner than later, though I suspected he might be on to me already since I often communicated with movie references.

“It’s okay,” he told me. “I picked some stuff after you fell asleep. If you want to change anything, we can.”

“Okay,” I agreed, kind of excited to see what he’d selected. He’d seemed properly horrified by my fear of water, so I was pretty sure it was safe to say he hadn’t picked snorkeling or swimming with sharks or anything.

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the mattress then froze at the pile of bedding on the floor near my feet. On the ground onmyside of the bed.

“I didn’t do that,” I claimed, staring at it.

“You sure?” he asked, not bothering to mask his amusement.

Nope. No. I wasn’t sure.

“Yes.” I turned, crossing my arms over the perky nipples poking against my thin nightshirt. “But nice try attempting to blame it on me.”

He smirked. We both knew he’d had nothing to do with it.

It looked as if I needed to have a stern talk with my subconscious self who’d eliminated our Great Wall while I was sleeping.

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“So what are we doing?” I asked once we were safely on land. I was dressed in tiny denim shorts and a T-shirt over my bikini that I’d honestly thought I wouldn’t wear on the trip. Now, I wasn’t wearingforFray. I wasn’t. But I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when I shed my shorts and tee. And shoes. Fray had insisted I have on good walking shoes, too.

He laced his much larger fingers through mine. “Well, I didn’t think you’d want to swim with the pigs, so…”

“You’re right there. It sounds interesting to see, though.”

“Maybe, we will. I figured we’d stroll the boardwalk. They have one that runs a great deal of this island. Then we’ll have lunch at theJumbey Grilland hit up the five bars in our own little pub crawl.”

“Sounds dangerous—the alcohol part. And…like we’ll have a bunch of time by ourselves.” Unlike any of the guided excursions I’d read about.

His thumb stroked over the back of my hand. “I may have booked us a private cabana, too. We can be on the beach but not too near the water.”

“The ship’s weather report on the overhead said it’s supposed to be a perfect sunny day, without a cloud in the sky, so I might work on my tan.”

“We’ll have to let your tour guide know.”

“Are you my tour guide for this day trip, Mr. Cassel?” I asked, reading his teasing expression.

“Well, Ms. Blake, I certainly am. I think the first order of business is heading over to the cabana for some sunblock. And some kissing. It’s been at least an hour since I’ve had you in my arms with my mouth on yours.”

I curled my lips together and fought a smile. At the same time, my core clenched in utter delight.

Yes, please. Let’s kiss.

“I might need help with the sunblock,” I said, feeling quite brazen.

He let go of my hand, but a moment later, those same fingers grazed up my bare thigh, lifting goosebumps. “I’m counting on it, love. Counting on it.”

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