Page 20 of Billionaire's Surprise

“I got you, Em.” He started a sedate in and out that was so opposite of the frantic need pulsing in me. “Match me,” he whispered.

I nodded, realizing that I’d stopped moving my hand. Concentrating, I started gliding my hand up and down his cock again. I wished I was touching his skin, too, but stopping didn’t seem like an option. Especially, when his thumb started flicking over my clit. He kissed me hard, capturing all my cries as I came. I squeezed Fray, overcome in my bliss, and his cry echoed mine as I felt him jerk.

His head dropped to my shoulder. “Fuck, Em.”

“I wish you would. Can I have that for Christmas?”

He chuckled into my throat. “You want me to wait that long?”

A few more days? “No! I’ve been a very good girl. I think I deserve it every day until then—and on Christmas, too.”

And the day after Christmas… The day after Christmas, I’d go home to Chicago with memories that time would never erase.

Ten

Emerson

“I arranged dinner in our room, tonight,” Fray said when we headed back to the cabin at about five. After the morning on the tour then the jungle ride, we’d forgone the shopping and come back to the boat. I didn’t want him spending any more money on me—even if he assured me he was loaded and could take the hit—and I had yet to experience much of what the ship had to offer.

Since Fray seemed to give me whatever I wanted, he’d agreed, and we’d spent time wandering the decks. After a quick trip back to our room so Fray could change his shorts, removing the evidence of our passion over the jungle, we’d visited the nightclub at the very top of the vessel, which had a phenomenal view of the area behind us. It had been closed, but they allowed people in there to wander and relax away from the crowds. Then on one of the decks, we’d laughed and played chess on a giant board fashioned on the floor and pieces that came to mid-thigh.

Later he’d indulged me with a trip to one of the many buffets. We’d eaten… So. Much. Food. I wasn’t actually sure I’d be able to eat dinner. Fray had only laughed at my claim and off we’d jogged—or in my case waddled—to a bar at the back of the huge boat where we’d played trivia with a bunch of other passengers and then listened to contestants in the ship’s version of American Idol.

Excursions with Fray were amazing, but just hanging out with him and having fun was even better. I wasn’t sure he’d let go of my hand the entire day, except maybe when we’d been at the buffet.

“Dinner in the room is cool,” I agreed. “We won’t have to dress up then.”

“No. We can even be naked.”

I licked my bottom lip then sank my teeth into it. I couldn’t imagine sitting across from him nude while we ate. Not yet anyway. Maybe after we’d had lots of sex? And then a lot more tomorrow. We were slated to be at sea all day.

His smile turned wolfish, and I got the feeling he was thinking of eating me up—or just eating me as the case might be.

“I didn’t drink at all today,” I added.

“I noticed.”

“And I know exactly what I want.”

“And what’s that, love.”

Love…?I swallowed hard. He always called me that, but it was hitting differently today. “You.”

“You have me.”

Crap, he planned to make me say it. Well…two could play games.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m going to change for dinner. You can have your meal here, and I’ll do the buffet or something.”

Turning on my heel, I marched toward our bedroom. His growl warned me, but I still screeched when he suddenly scooped me up from behind. He didn’t slow until he dropped me on the bed, him following and covering me in one smooth motion. Grabbing my wrists, he held them down on either side of my head while he loomed over me.

“No tantrums. Use your words, Em.”

“I…want…you. To get off me!”

One side of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head. He brushed his lips over mine. “You want me to get you off? Okay.”

“That’s not—”

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