Page 13 of Daddy's Billionaire Broker

"When I bought this house nearly ten years ago, I dreamt of having a wife and kids someday soon. Then I became too busy to date, and the few women I met just didn't click." He pulled us closer, leaning in to kiss my forehead. "But everything about you clicks instantly."

I couldn't resist teasing him. "What if I don't click with your perfect house?"

His rich chuckle shook us both slightly. "Then you choose a new house." Soft lips brushed against mine. "I know, I know. It's too soon to think about these things. But now that I've met you, Grace, I couldn't imagine living or being with anyone else. Ever."

Jack scooped up a handful of water, letting it trickle over my shoulder as he kissed me gently, then did the same on the other side. His hands skimmed along my shoulders, my back, then began to roam everywhere. I followed his lead, running my fingers up his abs, tracing every contour, then easing up his ribs. When my hand slipped higher on the right, he flinched hard.

"I'm sorry," I said automatically. "Are you injured?"

Jack's rich laugh rang out across the pool. "I'd actually forgotten that I was ticklish right there." He pursed his lips. "Oh. That's not a very manly thing to say. So, yes. It's a very serious injury from that time when – I can’t quite remember. I think I was saving a kitten from an evil monster from another planet."

I loved how easily he made me laugh, and was also able to laugh at himself.

I mentally smacked myself for assuming that someone in a financial job might be boring.

Jack was anything but boring. He was playful and fun, and having his attention fixed on me made me feel like I was lighting up on the inside.

I loved that instead of trying to impress me with extravagant dates, he was more interested in us doing enjoyable things together. He kissed me again, with a surprising softness.

I'd never spent much time thinking about what sort of man I'd like to date someday. The decision of what to do as a career was much more important.

Now that I was snuggled in Jack's arms, all I could think about was how perfect he was in every single way. How he made me feel like the most special person, at all times. How with every glance, every kiss, every caress, he made me feel desired.

As our bodies pressed together, I could feel exactly how aroused Jack was. His thick shaft pressed against my hip bone, and the thrill of knowing he wanted me that way sent my heart racing.

His hand wound through the back of my hair, as his lips molded to mine. Our kiss became scorching. All encompassing. The rest of the world could melt away and I wouldn't even notice, or care.

My soft moan seemed to spur him on, and in a moment I realized that one of his hands had slipped under the water to caress my thigh, and his fingertips were now teasing at the elastic edge of my bathing suit.

"It drove me crazy last night, knowing that you were touching yourself and thinking of me." His eyes were half lidded, his deep voice a soft growl. "Tell me that you came hard while you were thinking about me."

With anyone else on earth, I would have flushed scarlet with embarrassment talking about any sort of orgasm, much less my own. Yet it felt like Jack could see right through me. If he already seemed to know everything anyway, why not be honest?

"Yes," I whispered, reaching up to trail my fingers behind his ear. "I pictured your eyes."

His hand skimmed along my hip, then traced the generous curve of my ass. He seemed fascinated by every single inch of my skin as his hands began wandering everywhere. My breath caught as I ran my hands down his broad, firm back, to rest at the edge of his trunks.

I wasn't quite brave enough to reach down and grab his ass, but our bodies naturally pressed together more tightly.

I could feel him throbbing against me, and the warmth tingling in my core increased with every kiss and caress.

"Last night I wanted to spread you wide open in the back seat of the car and eat your beautiful pussy until you screamed my name." His voice tickling against my ear made me moan louder. "We're all alone here. There's a huge fence, and the gardener never comes on weekends."

Slowly, tentatively, my palm slid down the sculpted curve of his behind, caressing the muscular surface gently through his shorts. "What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"Let me taste you." Those dark eyes glittered with desire. "If it's too soon, I understand. But I want—"

"Yes." The word flew out of its own accord, but I knew it was right.

Jack seemed surprised. "You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Mmm, good," he murmured against my lips, kissing me harder, deeper. The warm water around us seemed steamy as those strong hands moved across my skin. Then he slipped down the straps of my plain navy swimsuit. "I'm going to have to take this off."

"You're sure nobody can see us?"

His eyes tightened. "I would never take a chance that anyone else could see my gorgeous girl."

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