Page 45 of Undercover Billionaire

‘Eísai san theá,’ he muttered, trekking his lips down her neck as his hands slid around and cupped her breasts.

She moaned and arched as his fingers brushed her nipples and Ari’s cock went as hard as the whitewashed stone of the house.

‘Anyone can see us,’ she said on a half gasp.

It was true, there were houses all around, both beside and behind, jutting out to make the most of the views. And the people in those housescould, if they were so inclined, see him fondling her breasts. But Ari was in thrall.

He wasn’t generally an exhibitionist but he couldn’t stop touching her, looking at her, stripped to the waist, her head thrown back, her nipples tipped golden beneath the glorious Greek sunshine.

‘Nobody knows us,’ he whispered. Which wasn’t strictly true. Arididknow people on Mykonos. Or hehad, anyway. And they’d all be working in the bars by now.

Still, she pulled away, slipping out from where his body had caged her against the railing, scooting behind him, leaving him a mass of jangling nerve endings. It was worth it, though, to find her naked but for her bikini bottoms when he turned.

Smiling at him, she pulled the hip ties simultaneously and the fabric fell away. His breath left his lungs on a hot hiss of air. She was gorgeous. Everything round and soft and perfect.

He’d spent a lot of the last few years convinced he was cursed by bad luck. But, right at this moment, he felt like his stars were changing.

‘Well?’ She shoved a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow. ‘Are you joining me or not?’

Then she turned and dived into the pool.

A wet spray to his face revived him and it took Ari no time at all to shuck his clothes and dive into the clear, cool water. She was just about at the end as Ari struck out after her, the water cool as silk on his skin.

She was staring at the view, her forearms resting flat on the infinity edge, when he caught her up. Despite being in the deep end, he could still stand flat-footed and she sighed as he pressed all his hardness against her softness and licked at water droplets on her neck.

‘God,’ she whispered, ‘this view.’

The viewwasincredible. The sapphire of the Aegean, the majestic lines of theHellenic Spirit, the random, higgledy-piggledy placement of the whitewashed houses around them, the famous Mykonos windmills in the distance.

But nothing beat the sight of her. The ends of her wet hair dripping a trail of droplets down the slope of her breasts to the tips of her nipples. The line of her neck. The ridge of her collarbone.

Nothing beat the feel of her either. Her body was smooth and soft against his and the cool press of her ass cheeks against the rampant heat of his cock was seriously addictive.

‘You like it.’

‘Yes.’

Ari slid his hands to her breasts, kneading and squeezing. ‘What about this?’

‘Mmm,’ she said on a low, breathy moan as she arched into his hands.

‘And this.’ One hand headed south, his fingers sliding between her legs. She wasn’t cool there. She was hot. Hot and a different kind of wet. Slick and slippery.

Wet for him.

She gasped as he found her clitoris. ‘God, yes.’ Reaching behind her as she had this morning, she anchored her fingers in his hair. ‘I like that a lot.’

Ari’s heart pounded in his chest, the water almost vibrating around him in time to the beat. ‘Spread your legs.’

He’d expected her to part them out sideways but she curled her legs up behind her – behind him – her heels grounding in the backs of his thighs, splaying herself wide and locking them together tight.

She gasped and he groaned as his finger slid into her tight, wet heat. ‘Christe,’ he muttered, his voice as rough and heavy as the air chugging in and out of his lungs, his cock heavy, straining for action. He sunk another finger inside her, feeling her clamp tight around him.

‘Aaarrriii.’

The way she moaned his name like that, all low and sonorous like he’d connected to something deep, something beyond physical, kicked him hard in the chest.

‘What?’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Tell me what you want.’

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