Page 67 of The Reluctant Billionaire

I unhook my bra and let it fall from my body. ‘These nipples?’

His eyes darken, and he shakes his head in defeat, his gaze riveted to my boobs. Basic as fuck. God bless him.

‘Yeah.’ He takes a step towards me. ‘But now I get to see your bras, and take them off your beautiful body, and suck on those tits whenever I like, and—’

‘Well, I wouldn’t saywheneveryou like, but I take your point.’ I bat my eyelashes and hook my thumbs through the sides of my pink thong. ‘You were saying?’

I pause, and he blinks. ‘Huh?’

‘Something about risk-reward.’ I put the poor man out of his misery and slide my thong down my legs, stepping daintily out of it. I grab it with a finger and toss it to him.

‘Yeah. Um.’ He stares at my nearly bare pussy with its immaculate strip of hair as he balls my thong in his hands. ‘The risk-reward’s in my favour, now,’ he mutters. ‘So I can handle it.’

I beam at him and put a hand on my hip. ‘Spoken like a true entrepreneur. Your turn, Mister. Get them off.’

Instead, he looks down at my balled-up thong and brings it slowly, deliberately to his nose. He inhales deeply, unhurriedly, and my mouth falls open, because this dirty bastard is hot as fuck.

‘Mmm,’ he groans before lifting his head and tossing my thong on the nearest lounger. Then he’s stripping off his vest and tugging down his shorts. Merely watching him take his clothes off is a joy. Skin coming into view, muscles flexing, abs contracting, dick hanging heavily between his legs. He’s already nursing a semi.

The man is a living work of art, and I am here to pay homage.

He’s on me with no warning, lifting me up against him. I wrap my arms and legs around him and nuzzle into the crook of his neck, revelling in the skin-on-skin contact. The air out here is far less sticky than it was after a day of trapped heat building in central London. Here it’s heavenly: warm with a light breeze. The perfect conditions for a skinny dip with my sex-on-a-stick hottie.

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The near end of the pool has an elegant, shallow flight of steps which I assume we’ll descend in a dignified manner. It’s too late when I realise that what’s actually happening is Aide is marching us to the deep end and, without notice, takes a huge leap into the water.

He’s launched a fucking double cannonball.

We crash into the pool and go deep under. It’s colder than I was expecting. Shit. My instinct is to disentangle myself from him and get myself to the surface, where I gasp for breath and flap around in shock. A second later, he’s surfacing, dark hair slicked back, eyelashes wet and starry, and possibly the most gleeful, carefree expression I’ve yet had the privilege of seeing on his handsome face. He’s absolutely thrilled with himself, and it’s beyond adorable.

I close the distance between us and pretend to put him in a headlock so I can dunk him. ‘You dick!’

He licks his lips and smirks at me. ‘I wouldn’t do that, sweetheart. You know I’m a lot stronger than you.’ He leans right in so our mouths are almost touching. ‘In fact, you shouldn’t try to resist me at all in this pool. It won’t end well for you.’

I abandon all pretence of a headlock and wrap my other arm around him, slithering against him and wrapping my legs around him, too. My boobs are smushed against his hard chest. It seems that’s not the only part of him that hard, because something very, very appealing is pressing against my pussy in this position.

‘Is that a fact?’ I ask breathlessly.

In response, he hoists me up so I’m even more flush against him and puts his mouth to mine as he walks us further up the pool. I cling to him and allow his firm, wet lips to part mine, his warm tongue to seek mine out. He smooths my hair off my face and slides a hand beneath its soaking curtain to find my neck, which he grips. We stand, cool water submerging us up to our shoulders as the warm sun shines down upon us, and we kiss. We explore. We communicate with our mouths.

My arms are draped lazily around his neck now. I allow the water to take my weight and Aide’s arms to hold me in place as I float, suspended in some kind of sensory heaven. His mouth is supple. Responsive. His damp beard abrades my chin gently as we kiss and suck and lick.

With my eyes closed, I’m more conscious of the sounds around us: lapping water, and birdsong, and Aide’s breaths. The tiny noises he makes in the back of his throat as his tongue strokes mine.

Not sure I’ve ever known peace like it.

After a few moments of the type of languid kissing that has me lulled into a blissful stupor, Aide’s hand moves down from my neck.

‘You are so captivating,’ he whispers against my mouth.

I hum my thanks.

‘And you give amazing head. That was fucking incredible, earlier.’

I laugh. ‘Anytime.’

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