Page 71 of Kinks of a Billionaire
I ripped myself away from her, grabbed her hand, and hurried toward the pilot cabin where I grabbed the wheel.
“It was just blue skies,” Willow said, concern and wariness lacing her voice.
“The weather can be unpredictable out here. To be honest, we’ve been lucky so far.” A powerful wave rocked into us, sending Willow stumbling against the door. Another massive wave built up, like Poseidon himself rising. “Hold on, Willow.”
“Please tell me this boat is unsinkable,” she whimpered, rushing back over and pressing her face into my chest.
No boat was unsinkable, but I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I opted for the closest thing to the truth.
“We’re safe,” I told her.
She glanced in the direction of the island, her eyes wide with panic. “Should we try and make it back?”
“No, it’s best if we ride it out. It’ll be worse closer to the shoreline.” I gripped the wheel as waves crashed against the windows, rocking the boat up and down.
“Deep breaths.” Willow’s expression was somewhat frozen, and her eyes were locked on the horizon over my shoulder.Holding the wheel with one hand, I cupped her cheek with the other, forcing her wild gaze to mine. “Breathe for me, baby.” I took a deep inhale, and she mimicked the motion. “Good girl. Now exhale.”
“I’m good,” she murmured, giving me a shaky smile. “All good.”
“It won’t last,” I assured her, keeping her tucked into me. I returned my attention to the horizon, steering us through the storm.
“What can I do to help?” she whispered.
“Stay close so I know you’re okay.”
“Forever my protector,” she swooned, drawing a smile out of me.
For the next thirty minutes, we powered through the storm that dissipated as fast as it appeared.
“That was my first storm at sea,” she admitted, her face still an alarming shade of green, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Hopefully the last one.”
She grinned, and I breathed evenly for the first time in what felt like years. She wore a light blue summer dress, making her eyes appear more blue than green. She was beautiful in anything, but I loved her in dresses.
Wrapping her dark curls around my wrist, I tilted her head back. She bit her lower lip, arousal visible on her face. I turned autopilot on and directed all my attention to my wife.
“How do you feel about prolonging our honeymoon and combining it with a few business trips?”
She shrugged. “What did you have in mind?”
I grabbed her perfect ass with my free hand, my dick already straining against my swim shorts. This woman could be wearing a potato sack and still turn me on. Because with my hands on her, she looked likemine.
“South America, either starting or ending with Venezuela.” Her expression changed into anxiousness and the need to ravage her slowly dissipated, replaced by the urge to wipe away her worries. “What’s worrying you?”
“Everything.” She closed her eyes and exhaled. “I’m pissed off that I was set up with a faulty condom.” A chill set in the air. “I’m so mad at them, but even more at myself. I should have been more careful.”
“You couldn’t have known.”
She chewed on her bottom lip nervously. “Do you think Stuart and his parents will try something?”
There was a brief pause before I answered. “They might, but they won’t get to you. I’ll use all my resources to destroy them.”
If it was the last thing I did, I’d eliminate every threat to Willow. I trusted my brothers with my life, and Willow’s, and I knew they’d come through. One way or the other.
“Thank you.” Just like that, the tension in her shoulders eased a little bit. “What did Stuart’s father mean about a citizen’s arrest when he saw us?” she asked.
“He’s delusional.”
