Page 46 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

I took her at face value and then followed her up the gangplank. It was a damn fine yacht, and I so rarely got to take her out onto the waves.

I led the way once we got on board. I thought that a drink was in order, so I showed her the bar.

She sat on a stool and smiled as I mixed us up a pitcher of Tom Collins. I then proceeded to pour us both a glass. It felt so safe, so normal. Like we were a real married couple just enjoying ourselves and each other’s company. Rather than a pair of charlatans pulling one over on the world so they could reap the benefits in the form of stock value and net worth.

After that night in the kitchen we began spending more and more time together, even outside of work. Now it felt so natural that I didn’t resist too much when she said that she had a surprise for me and that I would have to go with her blindfolded.

After we had a drink or two, I led her up to the main deck and got behind the wheel.

“Have you ever driven a yacht before?” I asked.

“I’ve rarely even been on a yacht before. A couple of times, usually for a charity event. Jennifer and Marshall have a couple of them, but there never seems to be any time.”

“Well, there’s time today. Let me show you how to use the throttle…”

I took the yacht out onto the waves. It was a beautiful day, the oceans almost perfectly calm. Perfect yachting weather. It was great, just being with her like a normal married couple.

“Okay, I’m going to take us up on the hydrofoils,” I said. “You might want to sit down.”

She settled into a chair, and I pulled the hammer back. The yachtlaunched forward, rising up out of the water onto the foils. We skimmed along the smooth ocean surface like a bug on a pond.

She laughed exultantly, her hair flying behind her, catching the rays of the sun. I wanted to kiss her badly in that moment. I steered us around on the foils for a while, and then let back on the throttle, letting the hull settle back onto the water again.

I showed her down to the lower deck, where the sun splashed the polished timbers with their mirror-like sheen. She went to the rail on the aft deck and looked out back the way we had come.

“I can’t even see the shore anymore.”

“Does that bother you?” I asked.

“No,” she said, turning back to me. “It kind of feels like we have the whole ocean all to ourselves like this.”

She turned back to look out over the waves. I eyed her perfect bottom and her shapely legs as her dress hiked up when the wind caught it.

I stepped up behind her, letting her feel the growing bulge in my crotch. She giggled and rubbed her bottom against me.

I reached up under her skirt and stroked my fingers across her panty-clad pussy. She let out a sharp cry and started to turn around.

“No,” I said, pushing her back down to lean on the rail. “Stay how you are. Put your hands on the rail and keep them there.”

She laughed softly.

“Yes, sir,” she said, and this time it wasn’t the least bit mocking.

I pulled the blindfold out of my pocket and leaned in close to tie it around her eyes. This rubbed my cock against her ass. She wriggled against me, still keeping her hands on the railing.

“You have a fantastic ass,” I said as I caressed her smooth cheeks.

“Thank you, sir,” she said between heavy pants.

“I think I want to see it.”

I hiked up her skirt, tucking the bottom hem into the back of her dress. Then I tugged her panties down to her knees, then to her ankles. This put my face in close proximity to her luscious behind. I kissed the pliant flesh, then bit her playfully.

She squealed, not from pain because I didn’t bite that hard, but from surprise.

“You’re so bad,” she said.

“Yes, but when I’m feeling bad, it makes you feel so good, doesn’t it?”

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