Page 44 of Undercover Billionaire

But even through the disquiet, it hadn’t feltwrong. It still didn’t. Which was confusing because surely it should?

Surely this feeling that it wasrightwasn’t rational?

God… Ari didn’t know. All he knew was that hewantedto share Mykonos with Kelsey, and this push-pull he felt over whatever the hell it was they were doing was exhausting.

The faint tinkle of the doorbell broke into Ari’s reverie and he hurried inside, determined to put all his doubt and angst away and just enjoy himself. It had been three long years since he’d enjoyed himself; surely he was allowed one day?

The cool mosaic tiles were a relief to his bare feet as he strode past whitewashed walls to the front door, anticipation quickening his step. He felt stupidly breathless as he pulled it open to find Kelsey beaming at him in a halter neck sundress, her bikini straps on display, her face almost obscured by a big floppy hat and dark sunglasses.

‘Kalimera,’ she said in a light musical tone, offering him a paper umbrella, and Ari’s lungs felt too big for his chest.

He took the umbrella with one hand and grabbed her around the waist with the other, tugging her close. She swept the hat off her head, her hair tumbling loose around her shoulders, and Ari kissed her deep and hungry as he kicked the door shut.

‘C’mon,’ he whispered, pulling himself away with difficulty, but if he didn’t let her go he was going to drag her down to the tiles and they had all day to be uncivilised. ‘Come see the terrace.’

Ari was not disappointed by Kelsey’s reaction. ‘Oh. My. God.’

Her head swept from side to side to take in the full one-eighty-degree view. Dumping her hat and bright orange tote bag on the mosaic-topped table, Kelsey made her way around the elegant curves of the swimming pool to the railing.

Wrapping her fingers around it, she sighed. ‘This is… stunning.’

Ari came to a halt behind her, the front of his thighs aligning with the back of hers, his hands sliding onto her shoulders. Her head tucked in perfectly under his chin. She fit against him just right.Theyfit just right.

‘You like?’

‘It’s beautiful.’ She relaxed into his frame. ‘How amazing would it be to actually live here?’

‘You’d like that?’

Her hair tickled his throat as she nodded. ‘Hell yeah. Who wouldn’t? This is my dream.’

‘To live here?’ he teased.

‘No. Well… yes,’ she said with a self-deprecating laugh. ‘I’m a realist though, so I’ll settle for this cottage in a little seaside town a few hours north of where I live. It’s not much more than a shack really and the roof leaks, but Mum and I go there every holiday and we love it. Waking up to the sound of waves on the beach, seeing the ocean through the windows…’

She sighed and the wistful note in her voice wrapped fingers around Ari’s heart.

‘That’s my dream. A sea change. That’s why I’ve been cruising for seven years, saving all my money.’

‘It sounds nice.’

‘It is.’ She gave another deprecating laugh. ‘My mother says I must have been a mermaid in a previous life. I think she might be right.’

‘Oh, really?’ Ari reached for the knot of her halter neck and pulled it loose. ‘Care to get in the pool and prove it?’

Her dress slid down to her waist to reveal two plain black triangles straining to hold her breasts in place. Ari’s breath hitched.Póso panémorfa.She had gorgeous tits. He reached for the knot of her bikini top next.

‘I need to be topless to prove I’m a mermaid?’

She was obviously amused but just as obviously turned on, a fact he could hardly miss from his vantage point as the two tight points of her nipples tented the triangles of fabric.

‘Mermaids don’t wear bikinis.’

‘Ariel does.’

He smiled. ‘Ariel wears shells.’

As he pulled on the bow at her nape, the straps slipped from his fingers and the triangles peeled away from the ripe mounds of her breasts. Her nipples stood taut and proud and Ari groaned at the sight.

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