Page 28 of Below Deck Billionaire
‘I don’t want you to… service me like it’s part of your job description.’
The words spilled out harsher than he’d meant, but they were as much for him as they were for her. With very little blood left in his brain, he was finding resistance harder and harder and, as a guy who was usually well disciplined, it was discombobulating.
He’d certainly never lost his head like this with a woman. Breaching God knew how many employer conduct codes and workplace laws, not to mention dicing a little too close to the edge with the whole celibacy thing. He should reach down and yank her to her feet, but that mouth of hers ratcheted up his level of thrall.
‘But what if I want to service you?’ She met his gaze directly as her fingers worked to undo the button of his fly.
Theo swallowed. The way she said service wasin-fucking-decent.
‘What if I get off on making a hot Greek playboy billionaire look at me like that?’
The button popped.
‘Like what?’ he asked, his breath roughening as Tiffany slowly lowered the zip, the metallic scrape of the pull tab and the teeth opening – one by fucking one – like a fingernail scraping along his shaft. ‘How am I looking at you?’
‘Like I created the heavens and earth and that you’d give anything’ – the zip reached the bottom – ‘the contents of your bank account, this boat, your next breath, for me to open my mouth and take your cock.’ Her hand slipped away as her hazel gaze pinned him to the spot. ‘Right. To. The. Back.’
Theo felt every word that spilled from those plush red lips as if she’d licked them into the flesh slung low between his hip bones while she looked up at him through those eyelashes. The urge to thrust his fingers into her hair, to rub his thumb over those filthy, filthy lips was so overwhelming, he shoved the hand not holding his glass into his pocket.
The silence in the saloon was absolute as neither moved. They just stared at each other – him looking down, her looking up. Him with his trousers open, her crouched in her high heels. Butnotin supplication. In full control.
Several beats passed, the thud of his heart marking each one until, finally, she rose to her feet, took the glass from his hand and downed the contents in one swallow.
‘On second thoughts,’ she said, slipping the tumbler onto the bar behind, ‘I think I will leave clean up till the morning.’
Then, cool as you fucking please, she turned on her heel and sashayed out of the saloon throwing, ‘Sweet dreams, Theo,’ over her shoulder as she exited.
Which he totally deserved.
10
Tiffany spent the next fortnight on the boat trying to have as little contact with Theo as possible. She’d gone to bed that night, her legs so wobbly it was a wonder she hadn’t broken her goddamn ankle in those stilettos, and even now two weeks later, she couldn’t believe her audacity.
Her bravado.
Considering he’d already confessed what he’d wanted to do to her in her uniform, she’d been playing with fire. But when he’d walked in with that tux fitting him like the gods on Mount Olympus had tailored it especially for him, looking as sexy as he had that night he had blown her brain at Ari and Kelsey’s wedding, it had put her straight back in his bed.
Or the hotel bed, anyway.
Which had only stoked the slow burn of having his eyes on her all week – on her mouth, on her bowtie, on the way her breasts were framed by the vest. Then he’d shrugged out of his jacket and her body had lit up, and he’d known it, which had made her cranky and irritable, but that hadn’t stopped him from his little strip tease. If anything, it had encouraged him.
Cocky Greek bastard.
And she’d been powerless to resist the show as he’d pulled on his bowtie and slowly rolled up the snowy cotton cuffs of his sleeves like he’d invented forearm porn.
Thank God for that smug, triumphant expression he’d been wearing all over his face at the conclusion or she might really have done something stupid. Like challenge him to a game of strip poker until they were both naked and he did fuck her over the blackjack table despite all the reasons they shouldn’t.
Not least because he was her boss.
Yeah, that look had drilled into her brain and hit a major nerve, her knee-jerk reaction not exactly well thought out, but the point had been made. Sure, she was hot for him, but he wasn’t exactly immune to her either and she could bring him to his knees with relative ease.
Something they both seemed to silently acknowledge these past two weeks as they went about their business, interacting when required but keeping it to the barest of minimums. Which, logistically, hadn’t been that difficult.
They’d been docked at Flisvos Marina on the Athens waterfront since they’d dropped off five very happy Englishmen and Theo had spent a lot of his days attending to business. A lot of meetings and appointments saw him coming and going, sometimes even spending the night in his downtown apartment rather than returning to the boat.
Tiffany tried not to think about if or who he might be entertaining in his apartment because it was none of her business. But the thoughts sometimes crept in anyway, sitting very uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. Sure, Theo had seemed determined to stick to the celibacy route, but there was a helluva lot of fooling around that could be done, which would technically not see him in breach of the dare he’d made to Ari.
Like, if she had blown him in the saloon, strictly speaking, there would have been zero sex involved, right?
