Page 55 of Below Deck Billionaire
‘Me too,’ he panted around her nipple, as everything he’d been suppressing broke free and he came in a gasping rush, her nipple slipping from his mouth.
Ropes of ejaculate ripped from his balls to splatter her belly, and muscles everywhere clenched and released, clenched and released. In his ass and balls and thighs, around the base of his spine, shooting sparks all the way to the top, lighting up all the pathways between, spreading the orgasm through all the tributaries of his nervous system.
She stayed with him the entire way, her body shuddering and shaking, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, his forehead buried in her neck, breathing in each other’s gasps as they rode the storm together. Holding on until long after it passed, until he could feel the water beating relentlessly at his back again and the world righted itself.
Shifting against him, she slid her hand from her panties and Theo realised he must be heavy as he, too, unhanded himself and eased away, his legs still not feeling quite strong enough. Her hair was a wet tangle and her cheeks and chest were flushed and she looked thoroughly gratified and he wanted to his beat his chest becausehe’ddone that to her.
He’d made her look like she’d forgotten her own name.
Their breathing still not quite back to normal, they stared at each other, like they didn’t quite know what to say after such an intense experience. Theo knew what he wanted to do though. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss the living fuck out of her. He wanted to pick up her and take her to his bed and spend the day kissing her, kissing every inch of her.
Just kissing her. Which was an entirely new experience for him. Kissing was nice but it had always just been a step on the foreplay road, never the main act.
Until now. Until Tiffany.
Slowly, his heartbeat suddenly loud again, he lowered his mouth towards her. To hell with the stupid dare and this stupid fake engagement. But she stopped him before touchdown, lifting a trembling hand to press two fingers to his lips. Fingers that had been buried inside her pussy mere minutes ago, the heady aroma of her still clinging to them, and if he couldn’t kiss her, then goddamn it, he’d have one last taste.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Theo opened his mouth and slowly sucked them inside, his tongue swirling just as her tongue had done to his balls. Her breath hitched as he took his time lapping up all the salty, sticky goodness before he released them with a wetpfft.
After a beat or two, she drew in a ragged breath, breaking their stare as she pushed off the glass, forcing Theo to take a step back. ‘I’ll see you at breakfast,’ she murmured, before slipping out of the cubicle and grabbing a towel on her way out.
19
Tiffany wasn’t sure how she got through the day after their shower session. And the session before that when Theo had proved beyond doubt he was a man who liked to eat. Over the intervening months since the wedding, she’d thought about their night together so often, she’d figured she’d somehow exaggerated how good he was at pleasuring a woman.
Romanticised the entire experience.
But nope. The man ate pussy like the ancient Greek Gods of Greed and Debauchery had sent him to earth entirely for the purpose of cunnilingus.
And she’d wanted to kiss him so bad this morning, her lips burning with the need for his mouth. It had been so freaking tempting. But they’d pushed the envelope enough and she’d known if they started, they wouldn’t stop and that envelope wouldn’t have just been pushed, it’d have been incinerated.
Fortunately, it was Dimitri and Helena’s last day and she thanked all the Greek gods for that as they motored to Mykonos where they were dining together one last time before they parted ways.
Frankly, it couldn’t come soon enough.
Because then things between her and Theo could get back to normal. Him above deck, her below. Him, an uber-wealthy, entitled playboy so commitment-phobic he’d had a vasectomy at the age of twenty-two. Her, a cruise ship croupier from an outback cattle station and wannabe author who had no intention of ever being a rich man’s darling.
They just had to get through lunch.
Which, in the end, wasn’t much of a hardship. The taverna was away from the Mykonos tourist traps and known and beloved by both Dimitri and Theo, who’d been greeted by several people before they’d even taken a seat.
It was obviously a family restaurant well patronised by locals, every age group sitting around rough-hewn tables bearing checked tablecloths. An area was cleared for a dance floor where little kids grooved to the traditional folk songs being played by three old guys sitting in an alcove wearing traditional Greek vests – a guitarist, a bouzouki player and a guy playing the accordion.
The atmosphere was lively rather than loud and the lamb she’d ordered and devoured had melted in her mouth. ‘To the happy couple,’ Dimitri said as they all raised their shot glasses of ouzo that had been delivered compliments of the house. ‘It has been an absolute delight getting to know you, Tiffany.’
Dimitri smiled at her as Helena added, ‘We’ve had a thoroughly enjoyable two days.’
Despite her wanting it over, Tiffany couldn’t help but agree. Their guests had been easy-going and good company. ‘I’m so pleased we had a chance to get to know one another,’ she said. ‘We’ve had a great time, haven’t we, Theo?’
She knew Theo had history with Dimitri that wasn’t so pleasant but, for all that, he’d seemed to enjoy having the old man around. ‘Indeed,’ Theo graciously agreed, his gaze lingering on hers, making Tiffany think it wasn’t the company to which he was referring.
‘Yamas,’ Dimitri said as they all tapped their glasses together.
‘Yamas,’ Tiffany murmured in unison with the other three as she promptly threw back the shot, enjoying the spicy aromatics of the aniseed flavour.
Dimitri nudged Theo with a chuckle. ‘This one is definitely a keeper.’
Theo laughed and said, ‘Indeed,’ again with a wriggle of his eyebrows.
