Page 84 of The Billionaire Is Back

“Right away, sir. They’re down in the crew quarters. Consider it done.”

I give Claire a look—Did you hear that? That’s how everyone else on this ship responds to my commands.

Claire’s eyes widen slightly, just for a second, but she continues to look divinely, cock-hardeningly petulant. I remove my belt from my pants, and now her eyes get really wide. I place the belt next to her ass, but I’m not going to use it the way she thinks. Instead, I bend down and wrap it around her ankles three times. When I feel it’s secure enough, I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her back to our room.

“Grady,” she hisses. “Someone will see us.”

“No, they won’t. You heard me—I ordered for the hallways to be cleared, and they will be cleared. Because, as you’re about to find out, I get what I want.” I reach up to spank her ass over my shoulder. “In the way that I want it.”Spank.I take the stairs up to the deck and set her down for a moment by the railing, looking out over the ocean. Loose strands of her hair blow in the ocean breeze. She is gorgeous in the moonlight, and she looks ready to be buttered.

And there’s that damn streak of flour on her cheek.

I lick that flour from her cheek. It’s mixed with sugar. My lips travel to her ear. “No one—I repeat,no onegets to see you like this but me.” I can feel her shiver, and I know it’s not from the ocean wind, which is still warm this time of year.

I hoist her over my shoulder again and bring her to our bedroom. I throw her down onto the bed, watch her bounce, and grab three more neckties from my closet. Claire manages to get up and hops away, pretending to try to escape. We both grin, a little drunk on our game. But her tits are bouncing under her tank top as she hops around, and it makes my already throbbing erection painful and it’s not funny. I grab her and toss her back onto the bed. Then I work to secure each of her wrists to the bed posts. I remove my belt from her ankles, and then I slide her panties down her legs. But she’s still wearing the tank top, and her arms are tied up.

Sorry, tank top.

I grab hold of the ribbed cotton fabric, and Claire lets out a yelp as I tear it apart with my bare hands. It hangs lifelessly from her shoulders, but her tits are exposed and she is, for all intents and purposes, completely and gloriously naked. She can’t hide how happy she is about it either. We are so far beyond hiding our desire for each other now. Years of trying to repress our feelings has resulted in a lot of…release. Tension and release. Rinse and repeat. This will never get old.

“Thanks a lot,” she mutters, trying to frown. “I really liked this tank top.”

“Not as much as I liked it.”

I use the two remaining ties on each leg, binding her ankles to the bed posts so she’s spread eagle on the mattress. She never stops squirming. It’s more from arousal than fighting it, I can tell. When I’m done, we’re both panting heavily.

I give her another command: “Now struggle.” And she does.Thatshe complies with. She tests the strength of the Italian silk and my knot-tying skills. I guess those neckties weren’t just made to make me look good. They can also hold my feisty baker in place. God, I love her soft curves, the way her delicate flesh feels beneath my hard body. But seeing how toned she is when her muscles are straining, the little droplets of sweat covering her flushed, ripe, naked body—that does something to me.

This woman does something to me.

Hearing the growl she elicits from deep in my soul, she goes still, watching me stare down at her. I watch her marvel at how the bulge in my pants expands. She bites her lower lip and wriggles around again. Her arousal is dripping down the inside of her thighs, but I want more. “I wouldn’t exactly say I’m relaxed now, Captain,” she finally grunts out.

“I’m about to fix that.” I remove my shirt and dress pants, leaving my boxer briefs on for now. If I free my cock I won’t be able to keep it out of her. And I have plans. Extensive plans. I watch her take in my naked torso. She licks her swollen lips. I climb on top of her, caging her in with my body. Hovering over her, I wait for her to arch up as high as she can, trying to reach my lips, pulling away until she can’t bear the distance between us, and then I kiss her hard, aggressively entering her mouthwith my tongue when, really, I want so badly to enter her body with my aching cock. Hard and fast. Over and over.

But not yet.

I work my way down, kissing her neck, lavishing attention on her breasts, which makes her writhe in her bonds. I kiss my way down to her soft belly, her round hips. “These hips drive me crazy, you know that?”

She huffs and squirms around. “Good.”

That gets her a little smack on the side of her ass. “You like driving me crazy?”

“Sometimes.” She tries to lift her head up to make eye contact with me, immediately dropping it back down.

I nip and suck at the luscious, satiny cushion of her inner thighs. “Why’s that?”

She whimpers in response.

I lick and then blow warm breath onto her skin, just below her center. I wait for the trembling to subside before saying, “Use your words, Claire.”

“Because you drive me crazy. And I like knowing I can make you feel that way too.”

“Is that why you shave your pussy? Huh? To drive me wild?”

“That was just a happy accident,” she claims haughtily. But her voice is strained. Her vocal cords, like the rest of her, are tense and yearning for release.

“Happy indeed.” I crawl up to whisper in her ear. “I want to hear you beg for it.” I press my hard length, still trapped inside the boxer briefs, against her wet pussy.

Claire’s moans turn a little desperate. “Please, Grady. I need you inside me.”

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