FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series) (13 page)

He sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I guess I’ll
make the sacrifice to spend some time on the beach, if you’re going
to twist my arm.”

I smiled into the phone. “Oh good, I thought
you might be willing.”

“Just tell me where to be and when.”

“Absolutely.” After giving Charlie directions
to the hangar he would fly out of, I hung up.

“He’s super excited,” I told Beau.

“Yeah, I can tell,” he offered dryly.

It would be good for the three of us to spend
time together. We needed it. I wanted to show both guys I really
was okay with them getting to know each other.

We walked another mile into the town’s
market, which was adorable. Quaintness was infused throughout the
street, from the colorful awnings to the little boys in shorts
running around selling fruit. We ambled down the row of shops and
stands selling their wares.

“You want a purse? Come on, pretty lady.” A
little black boy offered as he shot me an impossibly charming
smile. “You buy?” He held up a knock-off Gucci purse with a tan
checkered pattern with tassels.

“Not today, but thank you.”

He wasn’t deterred. “Pretty lady, we have
beautiful bags. Come and see.” He tugged on my shirt and put his
hand in mine, dragging me toward his booth.

“You’ll need a bag if you buy any clothes,”
Beau pointed out.

“That’s right. I don’t have anything to
wear,” I said as a bright turquoise bag caught my attention.

“How much?” I asked, examining the large
beach bag.

“For you, forty five dollars.” He gave me an
extra big grin.

I wasn’t buying that price. “Oh, no. Would
you take twenty for it?”

His brown eyes filled with glee, like he had
a fish on a hook. “Thirty-five.”

“Twenty-five,” I countered.

“Thirty.”

I nodded back. “Deal.”

“Done,” he said, holding out his hand for me
to pay him.

I dug into my purse, searching for my wallet.
But before I could pay the young boy, Beau stepped forward.

“I got it,” he said, handing the kid
money.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s the least I can do. After all, it’s my
fault you don’t have anything to wear.” His glance was steamy and
sexy.

Damn, he was definitely trying to seduce
me.

I ignored his flirtatious tone. “Well,
anyway, thank you. That was fun. I always enjoy bartering,” I said,
slinging my new bag over my shoulder. “Now I’m going to have to buy
some clothes to put in it.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard.” Beau pointed to
all the street vendors eager for tourist dollars. “Get whatever you
want.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

I wasn’t about to decline his generous offer.
I knew he could afford it.

I shopped like I was a kid in a candy store.
I bought a couple of sundresses, two pairs of shorts, a modest
one-piece bathing suit, and some pretty island tops.

“That should be more than enough for a couple
of days in paradise. But I don’t have any pajamas, though,” I mused
as I packed my bathing suit into my new bag.

“Do you really need them?” he asked, his
voice curling around me.

“I need something, Beau. I can’t walk around
naked.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“You might. I’ve had a baby.”

“Yeah, I know. I still wouldn’t mind.” Those
words slipped out softly.

I tried not to let those words disarm me.
“That’s really sweet, but I’m still going to need something to
lounge around in.”

“You can borrow a pair of mine.”

“You wear pajamas now?”

“On occasion.”

I smiled. “I’m gonna have to take your word
for it.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Beau:

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering
around the village market. Marla celebrated everything with a
child-like glee from the baby chicks she held to the reggae music
we encountered. She clapped her hands in wonder and reminded me how
good she could make me feel by being around her.

“Oh look, there’s some lime pie. Let’s get
some,” she said, scurrying over to the stand, over the moon about
the damn pie. She bought a slice and brought it back over to me.
“You should try this...it’s delicious,” she claimed, shutting her
eyes as she savored the taste.

“I don’t eat sweets much.”

“Why?”

“Training.”

“So what do you do for fun?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because outside of your harem of women, you
seem to live a very disciplined life of work and training. Not much
fun. Doesn’t that get old? Don’t you want to let your hair down a
little?”

“I let my hair down plenty.”

“Then try some pie,” she said, holding out a
bite on a plastic fork.

I couldn’t resist her sweet challenge. I
leaned forward, opening my mouth as she gently placed the pie on my
tongue. Removing the fork slowly, she watched me as I wrapped my
lips around the plastic prongs.

“Oh, that is good,” I said as lime exploded
on my taste buds.

“See...a little pleasure can go a long
way.”

My eyes lit up with desire, before I could
control myself. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“You do that, Shepard,” she said, staring
back with hunger in her dark gaze.

Yeah, she wanted it and I was gonna give it
to her.

*****

After we got home, I went back to work while
Marla retired to her room. The house was still and quiet for a
while as I stayed in my office, somewhat working, but thinking and
plotting as well.

When Charlie arrived, it was going to be
difficult to find the time to put the moves on Marla. She had
warmed up nicely and I was close to landing her in my bed.

I let her stew for a couple of hours, knowing
she would probably come back downstairs at some point during the
night. I was betting on the fact she still liked a late night
snack.

Right on schedule, I caught her rummaging
around in the kitchen after everyone had gone to bed. I snuck up on
her as she had her head in the fridge, her luscious ass sticking
out. I stared at her panty line for a moment, imagining what I was
going to do to her backside.

“What are you doing?” I yelled loudly, trying
to scare her.

“Whaaa!” Marla screamed as she danced around
in the blue, silky pajama top, leaving her luscious, muscular legs
bare. “Holy shit! You scared me, Beau!”

“Yeah, I can see that. Up for a little
midnight snack?”

God, she looked good with her hair down.

She still wore it long. My favorite.

“Yep. I couldn’t sleep, so I snuck down here
to get a little treat.”

“Well, help yourself. Don’t let me stop
you.”

She pulled out some vanilla ice cream, along
with some chocolate sauce and whipped cream.

“You want some?”

“I better not.”

“Come on, Beau. A little ice cream never hurt
anyone. Give in to temptation.” Her doe eyes flashed with sensual
challenge.

I was ready to take her on. “Serve it up,
then.”

I watched as she made us a couple of sundaes.
She took her time, heaping whipped cream on bowls of vanilla ice
cream covered in chocolate sauce.

“Whoops,” she said as some of the whipped
cream landed on her fingers. “Yum,” she purred as she stuck her
knuckle in her mouth, licking off the cream with her pretty little
tongue.

My cock stirred.

She was practically begging me to make a
move.

Marla:

I snuck downstairs, thinking I could grab a
quick snack and get back upstairs without anyone noticing.

Yeah, fat chance.

Beau surprised me in the kitchen, scaring the
crap out of me. I danced around, while he was all smiles, glancing
at my bare legs. I knew I should’ve bought my own pajamas.

When my heart stopped racing, I talked him
into having an ice cream sundae. He stood next to me as we ate our
ice cream in front of the kitchen island, our arms almost touching
as we ate our treat.

“I didn’t even know we had ice cream,” he
admitted, pulling his spoon slowly away from his full, even
lips.

God, I wanted his mouth on mine. I squeezed
my legs together tightly, trying to contain my excitement.

“You don’t get into the kitchen much?” I
asked.

“No, I’ve never had a reason to. But I might
have to start if you keep sneaking around in that pajama top of
mine.”

“I’ll try to control my cravings,” I let out
breathlessly, as intimacy curled around the kitchen island, pulling
us together.

His gaze flickered up and down my bare legs.
“I wish you wouldn’t.”

Attraction hummed between us as I tried to
ignore how hot he looked in his khaki shorts and blue T-shirt. The
bulging muscles in his shoulders and shredded arms were very
distracting. I wanted to run my tongue along the hot lines of his
body as we let go of all our inhibitions.

Stop it, Marla...be strong.

“You got a little whipped cream on your
nose,” he pointed out softly, as I put my spoon back into my
bowl.

“I do?” I asked, patting my nose

“Yeah, don’t move. I’ll get it.”

He leaned in close, his breath warm on my
cheek as he gently swiped his finger across my nose. That simple
touch fluttered through me, unlocking my most primal need.

“Thanks,” I whispered, as we held there in a
suspended time in a little bubble of our own making.

“No problem,” he said, staring at my mouth,
his glance full of all the dirty, filthy things he wanted to do to
me.

Those thoughts whispered down my body,
pooling in my nether region, waiting to explode.

Oh my.

I wanted it.

Wanted it bad.

Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of my
pajama top, bringing me against his stomach. He held my gaze with
such steamy intensity, I couldn’t help but open up to his desire as
my self-control shattered.

My lips parted seductively as he closed in on
my wanton invitation. He swooped in and our mouths met, colliding
hotly as mad passion broke loose, consuming us the instant we
kissed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in a
sea of lust and adoration as his tongue plundered my mouth. My only
awareness was his lips devouring mine as his hands roamed my back
possessively. Fire lit in my loins as I pressed against him,
completely undone.

Heat.

Wetness.

Surrender.

His lips claimed mine repeatedly as we
writhed against each other in utter and total abandon. He kissed my
throat as I threw my head back in ecstasy.

It couldn’t get any better than having Beau’s
mouth on mine...but oh, wait, yes it could.

Moving quickly, he kissed his way down my
chest, then my torso, arriving between my legs. His hot breath
landed on my skin as he buried his face in my panties.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed out as
he tore my lacy briefs to the side and stuck a finger inside my
folds. “You’re already wet for me. Your panties are soaked.”

“I can’t help it,” I moaned, as he threw my
leg over his shoulder, offering a deeper angle as his mouth kissed
the outside of my briefs.

“Oh, my God!” I let out, ready for him to
taste me as I leaned backwards against the lip of the granite.

He ripped my panties further to the side, his
tongue darting out along my slit. He toyed with me, running his
mouth up and down my pussy lips, but not pushing into my folds.

“Come on, Shepard. Don’t be a tease,” I
pleaded, glancing down at him.

He grinned up at me. “Oh, just you wait.
Climb up on the counter,” he rasped out in a husky voice as he
stood up.

I didn’t hesitate. There would be time to
analyze everything later. Right then, I wanted to feel his mouth
feasting on my pussy.

With his big hands on my hips, Beau helped me
jump up on the counter, where I lay back as he stepped between my
legs. The granite felt cool against my skin as Beau unceremoniously
pulled my panties down my legs and raised them to his nose,
sniffing their scent.

“So sweet, Marla. Love that smell, but I want
to taste you.” He threw my panties on the floor as he stared
intently at my pussy.

I loved how much he wanted me.

He ran his fingers in a V up and down my pink
folds, while stroking my clit gently with his other thumb.

A girl can only stand so much teasing. “Taste
me, Shepard. I want to feel your mouth on my clit,” I begged.

That need set him on fire. His hands clasped
my ass, cupping my cheeks and bringing me to the edge of the
granite as he splayed my legs open. He buried his tongue deep into
my slit, spreading my wetness out along the folds, before he
circled my clit with his tongue.

“Ooh,” I moaned as his expert mouth suckled
me with an exquisite pressure that had my eyes rolling back in my
head.

I surrendered to his masterful touch as his
tongue incited...oh, oh, what were the words…magic, heaven, bliss.
My hands found the back of his head, pushing his delicious mouth
further into my folds.

Pleasure surged through my nerve endings as I
groaned long and hard. “Oooh!” I let out, arching back.

His tongue swirled furiously on my clit
before, sliding it toward my hole where he shoved it deep, deep
into me, possessing my pussy so thoroughly, it was as if he were
fucking me.

“Oh Beau, you were good before, but
now...oh...” I shuddered as he brought me under again with the
rapid flick of his tongue against my little love nub.

He drove my body higher, higher until a
high-pitched scream came tearing out of my throat as pleasure
ripped through me. My thighs clamped down around his head as I
bucked, but he stayed with me, riding out my climax with his mouth
buried deep in my pink folds.

Oh, fuck...that was fantastic.