Page 30 of Billionaire's Surprise

“Mile-high club?” I echoed, my voice whispery.

He flicked a switch on the table to the other side of his seat then reached over and unfastened my seatbelt. “Yes, and we don’t even have to squeeze into a teeny tiny bathroom in secret.” In a flash, he had me straddling him. “We can have fun right here, and no one will come bother us. Or if you want, we can go back to the bedroom.”

“Um…” I bit my lip, totally turned on at the thought of having him out in the open like this. “Here is good. You’re sure no one will…um…”

“I’m sure. They’d rather not get fired for interrupting.”

“So they’ll know what we’re doing?” I asked on a squeak.

He lifted a shoulder. “I could be on a confidential call.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “On Christmas Day?”

“I’m a billionaire. Every day is a possible workday. But, yes, they’ll probably know what we’re doing, but they won’t care—especially since I’m giving them all hefty bonuses for working today.”

“You are? I think I like you even more now,” I said. I punctuated my statement with a little rock of my hips.

“You do? I’ll keep that in mind for future reference.” He laughed. “For the record, I’m not so oblivious or self-centered that I don’t realize I’m asking the crew to work on Christmas. We—the Cassels—make sure our staff are well-compensated forinconveniences. My family might have money, but my parents were jerks about not letting us be rich kids—and I mean that in the most loving way.”

“They didn’t just spoil you and buy you anything you wanted, huh?” I asked. I liked his parents already. They’d raised an amazing man—and not because he liked to be extravagant with me. Over the entire past week, I’d never seen him be unkind or impatient with any of the staff or workers we’d encountered on or off the ship—the male masseuse aside, but I supposed that was because Fray didn’t want any guy touching me. Yes, my fiancé liked nice things, but I’d never seen him act entitled or superior to other people.

“No. Not really. But fair warning, our kids will be spoiled to death, but they’ll probably think I’m a jerk, too, since I’ll probably be just like my parents.”

I leaned forward and kissed him lightly. “But I’ll love you for that. Iloveyou.”

“Good, I love you, too, and I’m never letting you go. We’re going to be disgustingly happy.” His hands slid up my thighs, pushing under my black skater-style skirt. He growled, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to grind on his cock.

We were both dressed for the family party we’d be attending when we arrived, wearing matching red sweaters with white snowflakes he’d produced from his suitcase this morning. I wore the black skirt, tights and the pair of the Louboutin’s he gave me last night. He wore black trousers with his own shiny black dress shoes. In my opinion, we were just too cute for words. And we definitely looked like a couple.

I smiled, knowing we were indeeda couple. And my fiancé washot.And sweet. And generous. And mine.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” I asked. Since I had no family, it was incredibly important his liked me.

“They’ll love you like I do, though my brothers had better keep their hands to themselves. Or we’ll all see not-so-nice guy Fraser.”

I snorted. I had no doubt they’d behave. I also didn’t doubt how Fray would react if they didn’t. Thankfully, none of his brothers had been remotely interested when we’d met at the club that night in New York.

“I’m just nervous,” I confessed.

He kissed the place behind my ear that always made me shiver, and he pulled me closer. “Then let me distract you.”

* * * *

As Fray maneuvered up his parents’ driveway in his Rivian, Christmas carols played quietly on the radio. Their home in Sleepy Hollow was large, but not enormous or pretentious. Just a comfortable upper, middle-class home. I was kind of thankful for that.

“A normal house. I was afraid it would be a mansion. That would have been overwhelming, since I have a one-bedroom apartment back home.”

Fray growled and I added, “In Chicago, I mean.”

“Fair warning, our house on Millionaire’s Row in Tarrytown. You’ll see it after the party.”

“Yay,” I’d deadpanned, nerves bombarding my middle. Fray chuckled then leaned over to kiss me after shifting the car into park. Though I enjoyed the caress of his lips, I grimaced, realizing the gap in my knowledge—of him and geography. “I thought you lived in the city. Where’s Tarrytown?”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t live in NYC. You’ll love Tarrytown, though. It’s gorgeous and only twenty-five miles from Manhattan. It’ll be perfect for raising kids. There’s so much nature and history. It’s quiet, almost like a small town. And best of all, our entire family lives nearby. Sleepy Hollow is where I grew up, adjacent to where I live now.”

Which was all Greek to me, but I figured I’d grow accustomed to it all while I learned the place. It overwhelmed me as Fray told me more. Apparently, his best friend, Keiran Brothers, another billionaire of course, lived there too, his company working adjacent to the Cassels’ firm. He’d gotten married recently, and I’d meet his new wife soon. The fact she’d worked for Keiran made me hopeful she wasn’t a socialite I couldn’t relate to.

“You okay?” Fray asked, breaking into my spiral. He held my hand, his thumb brushing up and down and occasionally playing with the ring he’d placed there last night.

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