The Sweetest Kiss: A Billionaire Love Story (7 page)

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, I could live like this: breakfast on a yacht, hanging out in an aquarium, being wined and dined at some of the finest restaurants I had ever been in. Then there was the little part about seeing him dive into the ocean from the yacht. Seeing him tear off that shirt and watching his muscles flexing and his tight abs clenching as he dived in. I could easily get used to that.

Still, I had a job to do. James would be busting my ass. Why did I agree to it? I let my own anger over my failed relationship get the better of me. So what if he gave Stephanie the job, but that might have meant spending time with Ethan. I couldn’t take that risk. The last thing I needed now was to have her sassy little ass getting all friendly with Ethan.

After drinks in the afternoon, I was beginning to feel woozy, not exactly sleepy but horny. I hadn’t been with a man in such a long time and he had treated me like a queen since I’d met him. As much as I wanted to take him back to my cottage and tear his clothes off, I needed to type out some of what he had told me about his work on the island before I forgot. I had a terrible memory and I knew that if I waited until the next day I was going to kick myself.

Thankfully he was good about it, I had told him I wanted to pick up my camera and take a few shots of the area, and maybe even have him in a few. I was thinking of telling him that I was going to be the one writing the piece, but then I gathered his father would fill him in on that later. It wasn’t like I was hiding anything. He knew I had worked for the
Enquirer
. I was here on the island. I was certain it wouldn’t be an issue.

When we arrived at my cottage, I should have known something was about to happen between us. He instructed the men working on the cottages that they could call it a day. I fumbled nervously with my keys. I was giggling like a frigging school girl. Note to self: don’t drink as much next time. As soon as the door opened, and I stepped in, I felt him run his hands around my waist. I twisted around to find myself in between his arms. Maybe it was the drink, or just desire for a man’s touch, but I was ready to give myself to him there and then. It was the middle of the afternoon. The sun had been beating down, both of us were unable to keep our eyes off each other. What can I say, the chemistry was there. It may have seemed fast, but when you find yourself in the Caribbean, full of liquid courage and having spent most of the day with a man who was just downright gorgeous, it was tough to say no. I wanted him. He was the same. I shivered at the thought of his touch, the anticipation was building between us as he leaned in and brushed his lips against the side of my cheek, tracing them up to my ear and whispering a few words that made laugh.

In the next moment it happened, his hand came around my back, the other supporting my neck, and he pulled me into his lips. Our lips locked hard, and I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth. I gave myself over to him, allowing him to explore me before I began pulling at his loose shirt. As we parted the look in his eyes was like fire and ice. Icy blue, and teasing me with what was about to happen.

I could feel the hunger between us getting stronger as he lifted me up and leaned me back against the wall. My entire weight was being held by his arms. I ran my hands down them. They were bulging and he felt as if the shirt itself had been sewn into him.

We fell back against the opposite wall, I kicked the door with my foot to shut it. I didn’t want prying eyes, even if there was no one around. I could barely contain myself. Was this really happening? The middle of the afternoon, a Caribbean island, summer, and a man so freaking hot and wealthy he made my head spin. I blinked hard, his eyes were closed as he continued to kiss me. They opened briefly and we smiled. There we were emotionally stripped, exposed to each other. Whether it was just an act of pure lust or love, I wanted him.

He ran his tongue down my neck, occasionally nipping at my throat. I ran my hand through his thick hair and gripped his head tightly, pushing him tighter against me as I gasped feeling heat go from my head to my toes. I let out a whimper and a deep groan.

“Let’s go,” he said, carrying me in his arms down the corridor. I shivered again. I always did when I was excited. My teeth would start to chatter for no reason. I could never figure it out. It wasn’t that I was cold. We bumped into furniture, and stumbled our way into the shower.

“Shouldn’t we get undressed?” I asked.

He gave a wry smile and just turned on the shower. At first it was freezing. I gasped but thankfully he took the full brunt of it. Our clothes stuck to us as he pressed me up against the wall and lowered my legs. Above us a shaft of daylight illuminated us. A skylight had been built right above the shower. It was really beautiful at night. You could see the stars as you showered. I looked up as he continued to kiss down my neck, and then pulled my top over my head. He mouthed greedily at my breasts. I ran my hand down his back and into his pants, grabbing handfuls of his tight ass. He flipped me around until I was facing away from him and unhooked my bra. My breasts bounced gently until he reached around and pawed them while running his lips up the back of my neck. I pushed my hair over and felt him get lower. His tongue traced its way down the center until it hit the small of my back. He hooked his fingers over my shorts and panties and yanked them. I heard the sound of his belt unbuckle, then felt the hardness of his member pressing up against me.

The heat inside me was intensifying, as if a fire that had more fuel thrown on it was engulfing every part of my being, making me throb and ache in ways I hadn’t felt in such a long time. The tension between us was so tight, like a wire waiting to snap. My pulse was racing and my chest rising and falling faster and faster.

He pulled me around and met my lips with his, running his hands through my hair and exploring me. He dropped down to one knee, running his tongue down my belly while reaching up and fondling my breasts, and then I felt his head go deep. His tongue flicked back and forth and I gripped the sides of the tile shower. My fingers raked at the stone as he drove deeper into me. I grasped his head, pulling him in and pressing him in all the right spots.

No thoughts of anything except my desire for him ran through my mind. All thought of work, repairing the cottages, or what I shouldn’t be doing was drowned out. I could barely catch my breath as I tried to keep my legs steady.

When he came back up, he switched off the shower and we stepped out. A mixture of embarrassment, desire, and feeling like I did when I lost my virginity consumed my mind. We dried off as much as we could before we continued what we had started. Our bare feet padded towards the bedroom. His hand running up my back caused me to shiver and chuckle a little. He ran his fingers around my curves, and then swept me up off my feet as we came into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and I felt as if I had just landed on a brick. This thing really didn’t have any springs.

“I’m so sorry,” he said before bursting into laughter as I rolled around pretending I had just broken my back. Our sexual fiesta was beginning to take a nosedive into absurdity and laughter. When we managed to get a hold of ourselves and not look at each other without laughing like two idiots, he pulled me in close to him and raked at my stomach with the tips of his fingers. It gave me shivers. My legs hung off the bed as he drew me in close. He ran his hands around on my ass. I groped at his hard chest muscles and gazed down at his erection. The guy was hung like a horse. All I could think was: damn, I hope that fits. He raised up above me and looked me over. I must admit I felt a little self-conscious. Was he grading me? Determining if I was worthy of his billionaire penis? He didn’t gaze long, soon he was back down in the thick of it, devouring me like a hungry animal. I raked at his back with my fingers reaching down for that fine ass of his.

I touched my breasts as his tongue went to my warm mound, and he tasted me again. My nipples were hard. This time he flicked at me with all the expertise of a man who had been with numerous women.

I listened to the waves behind us rise and fall. The warm wind blew in against our bodies, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. He continued the pace. Faster, then slow, he moved around and around bringing me closer to climax. I pulled at his hair and kept him tight against me. With my eyes closed we moved in rhythm to the ocean. I ground my hips into his face as he drove home.

Legs locked around his head, his tongue whipping up a storm. I felt my toes point as I readied myself for the wash of warmth to flood my body. It kept getting more and more intense, I was gritting my teeth unable to take any more of the pleasure. I was sure I was going to choke him out with my legs which were tightly wrapped around his head. Then I felt the release. Oh, wow, it was divine. I rested in it for a moment, as he lay on top caressing my hair, and pushing it back behind my ear. We smiled at each other.

As he pulled back I caught another glimpse of his manhood, erect and ready for action. I wanted him inside me now. He lowered himself down on me, my legs parted, and before he went any further he reached over to his pants, pulled out his wallet, and took out a square condom package. Tearing it open with his mouth, he rolled it over his penis and came back down on me.

He pressed deep into me and I held my breath, feeling myself stretch wider. As he slid deep into me, I began to rock my hips in motion with his thrusting. I gasped, feeling the fullness of him fill me up. Kissing my neck, running his hand through my hair. Our mouths met and our bodies entwined. He propped himself up on the headboard with his hands. His arms outstretched, he rocked back and forth. I reached up running my hands over his huge biceps and chest muscles. I gritted my teeth feeling him fill me.

Within a matter of seconds, we were over on our side and he was taking me from behind. He ran his hand lovingly up and down my side and every now and again, squeezing me tight. He pushed deeper into me, I breathed hard as our bodies moved in harmony together. Tightly held, I allowed him to take full control.

The thrusting became harder until I felt his body shake and he let out a groan. He stayed in for a few seconds and then pulled out, satisfied. I leaned over and ran my hand over his chest. We lay there smiling, our bodies dripping with sweat. I kissed him and I’m not sure who fell asleep first. The alcohol combined with the sex, and the sound of the waves lapping up against the shore, sent both of us into a deep slumber. We had turned a corner in our relationship. Nothing would be the same after this. I knew that, I’m sure he did. What the evening or next day would bring was unknown. I still needed to get that story but I was unsure of whether or not I could give the
Enquirer
what they wanted. Even if it was going to be honest, decent, and insightful, they would somehow twist it into something much worse.

S
he was
the sweetest thing ever. I could barely contain myself as I woke up and crawled out of bed. I looked over at her. Her body lay tangled up with the white sheets. I slipped back under the covers and ran my hands across her hip while smelling her hair. The aroma of her perfume, the after-scent of sex. It was mind-blowing. I grazed my lips across the back of her neck and watched her breathe in and out for a few minutes before getting out of bed and venturing into the bathroom. I was completely naked, standing in front of the mirror. I chuckled. Oh how life threw some curveballs at you. One moment you were wallowing in self-pity, the next things were looking better and better. I had a renewed sense of hope. She could be the one. Was this life’s way of turning the tables? Was Emily giving me a gift from beyond the grave?

I ran the water and splashed its warmth over my face. I looked around for clothes which were drenched from showering together. I wrapped a towel around my waist and smiled at myself in the mirror. And there was my father thinking that money mattered. Screw him. I didn’t care if she didn’t have a penny to her name. I had fallen hard, once again.

I looked at my watch. It was just after six. My body felt as if it had gone through a full body massage. I hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages. I cut a glance back into the bedroom. I could barely tear my eyes away from her naked body. She was gorgeous. I just wanted to go back and bite lumps out of her ass. Damn, she was so fine. I could feel myself getting aroused again just at the thought. Okay, calm down. Steady there. I went back into the living area and found my phone. I made a quick call to the north end of the island and had one of them bring us supper. I ordered a curry for myself and told them to bring three dishes for Hayley. I wasn’t sure what she would want to eat so I got her fish, steak, and curry. I also had them bring a bottle of their finest red and white wine, and a couple of beers. Once again, I had no clue about what she liked but that was the fun of it. I had an entire week to get to know her. I couldn’t believe I had actually gone to bed with her within the first day of that week. Maybe we didn’t need the week now. My mind was rushing at a mile a minute. One part at peace, another part worried that she might awake and regret it all. What if she thought it had been a big mistake?

When I got off the phone I went outside. The sun had dipped past the horizon, its head barely peeking over. I checked my messages. I had a number of them related to work. I still was in charge of multiple islands for my father and the workload never let up. Of course, I wasn’t involved in the heavy labor. Most of what I did was supervising what happened on the islands. My father had four islands in the Caribbean, two around Hawaii, and another one in Greece. Most of the time I stayed stateside and just let a tight group of people from the USA run the show over in Greece. They were all instructed that unless it was a big problem, not to contact me. I trusted them and wanted them to feel as though they were in charge. All of the staff were paid extremely well, they all had two months off a year, that way they were always ready and refreshed to do their work.

As I sat there watching the sun go down, Hayley came out. She was wearing a thin sheet around her, nothing else.

“Hey you, I hope I didn’t wake you. I have ordered us a bite to eat and something to drink, so we don’t need to go anywhere.”

“Sounds lovely,” she leaned down and kissed me and I relished every touch of her lips. She sat across from me, crossing her legs, though exposing most of her thigh and the lower half of her ass which was perfect. She had these super cute feet with pink toenail polish. I had always admired a woman that looked after the smaller things. You could tell a lot by how a woman cared for her skin, feet, and hands. It was the parts that could quite easily be overlooked but it also showed that the small things mattered to them.

“For a moment I thought you had slipped out. You know, done a one-night stand.”

“I was thinking about it,” I joked. She gave me a little kick with her cute toes. “But then I thought what the hell, let’s have supper then I can sneak away.”

She grinned.

“No, you aren’t getting rid of me that easily,” I said. “Have you seen your ass?”

Her eyes flared with amusement. “No, I don’t tend to stare at my ass that much.”

“Well, quick update. It is divine. Utterly divine. In fact, if there were ass awards, I’m pretty damn sure you would win it.”

She blushed. I could feel the desire between us building again. She leaned in and gave me another kiss. I had a good mind to take her back to the bedroom and throw her down and make love to her again. Though I thought the sounds of her moaning might give room service something to talk about. And that… to be honest… I wasn’t sure if I wanted that right now. I hadn’t thought about the effect that this might have. I mean, my father finding out. Not that I gave a damn what he thought as I was a grown man, I could see whoever the hell I wanted. But most people didn’t know my father the way I did. He could be vindictive at times, if he felt as if his family wasn’t being portrayed in the right way.

“You were amazing. Really.”

She smirked. “You are just saying that.”

“No, I would tell you if you were awful.”

She gave me a nudge. That’s when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll go get it.”

“But you’re not dressed.”

“Ah, whatever.”

I hurried back into the cottage and made my way to the front door. A minute later I returned with a silver trolley of food and drink.

“Holy cow. Did you buy the entire restaurant?” she asked, seemingly amused at the amount of food.

“I couldn’t decide on what you liked so I just bought a few things.”

Over the following half an hour we sat on the back porch in the warmth of the evening, eating, talking, and laughing about life. Just watching the way her hair fell down over her face and the smallest of mannerisms she made as she ate was bliss. There was something to be said about new love. Something fresh and amazing. It made everything around you look more colorful. It was hard to feel down when such a beautiful woman was across from me. We took our drinks down to the beach which was literally a few feet from us.

“Where are your parents?”

Her eyes dropped. “They passed away. My father died when I was young. He had a heart attack and I don’t think my mother ever really got over that. She lived until she was fifty-four and then died from breast cancer.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Then the passing of your sister must have been equally hard to cope with?”

She took a sip from her wineglass and nodded. “Yeah. But what is done is done. I can’t change any of it. I can only make the best of what is right now. And this is it.”

“You happy with this?”

She looked up at me. “Are you kidding? Over the moon. It couldn’t have got any better.”

We took a seat in the sand and looked out across the ocean to watch the sun dip behind the horizon. Once it was gone we talked again more about her life and what she had hoped for when she moved to New York. I felt like a sponge just soaking her in. I was mesmerized by her voice, her lips, her eyes, and the way she would look at me. I knew, of course, in time that newness would wear thin. It always did in relationships. There was that honeymoon period. Where the person could do no wrong. Where everything about them was endearing. You were blind to all the flaws. And in many ways that’s the way it should be.

As I was sitting there basking in the beauty of mother nature, a phone call came in. I raised a finger.

“Be right back.”

I pressed the phone against my ear and listened.

“You are joking? Oh, c’mon, man. I put you in charge of that. Don’t make me come down there.”

I glanced back at Hayley who was frowning. This was really throwing a wrench in the works. Why was it when everything started to go right, life had a way of bringing balance to the equation? After getting off the phone I went back to Hayley.

“Listen, I was hoping I could stick around but it looks as if I have to go and attend to some urgent matters. I’m really sorry about this. I will make it up to you, I promise.”

Famous last words, I promise. I shouldn’t have said that. I knew how crazy my work life could get. One minute I could be looking at working on a cottage on one island, and the next find myself on a jet heading for Hawaii.

I could see the look in her eyes. She must have thought I was bailing. That I had my fun with her and I was off to find the next piece of ass. It couldn’t have been further from the truth. I leaned down and gave her a kiss. I lingered for a moment trying to reassure her that I would return. She didn’t seem too fazed by it, but then again most women were like that. They would say one thing but think another.

As I shot off towards the cottage and slipped back into wet clothes, I cringed. It was gross. Why on earth did we get in the shower with our clothes on? Right, it was my idea. All I could think about was her body, her face, and devouring every inch of her. As I made my way out and dashed over to Mrs. Arnet’s old place to change, I felt frustrated. Maybe I would turn off my phone for the week. I didn’t want it all to go to shit within the first few days of meeting her.

When I was ready I took a small moped back to the north end of the island and caught a boat out to one of the other islands. It seemed that one of the staff had become unruly and was taking it out on the rest of the staff. I had placed George Westbury in charge of Palm Island, it was a tiny place just off the shore of Union Island. When I arrived the argument between staff had stopped. I came to find out that George had been going through a hard time at home with his wife and he was taking it out on the staff. I gave him a month off, paid of course. And told him to go handle his business. I warned him though that if he returned and the drama continued I would have to let him go. It wasn’t that I couldn’t put up with someone being an ass. Everyone was like that at some point, it was that my father would have my head on the chopping board.

He had already taken back one of his islands and had Darla run it because he said I hadn’t been responsible. Like for goodness’ sake, I was old enough to know how to be responsible. I was in charge of more islands than most people my age. He rarely gave us any slack. In his mind, you either handled business or got out of his way. That’s how we had grown up. He said he ran a tight ship and if you were on board his, you better do your job or you were out. There were no three strikes in my father’s book. It was one mistake and boom, you were gone.

I had taken a fast speedboat to get over to the island. What would have usually taken around twenty minutes ended up being around ten. It took me another thirty minutes to reassure the rest of the staff that the drama was being handled and then another half an hour to go and make sure the cottages weren’t in need of any repairs. I trusted them to tell me but many times I had come to the island and noticed things that they didn’t think were an issue. That’s why my father had me in charge of the place. He didn’t trust others to handle anything.

When I returned to Hayley’s place I was sweating up a storm. It was close to nine o’clock when I hammered on the door. She came to the door, I leaned against it, removed my shades, and gave her one of my boyish smiles, hoping that would smooth things over.

“I didn’t think you would be coming back.”

“Ah, you see, that’s where you are wrong.” I eased into her place and I could see a smirk dancing on her lips.

“It’s a bit late.”

“No, it’s never late on the island. That’s one thing you are going to have to get used to when you have guests. They are going to be up at all hours of the night.”

“You don’t have a policy about everyone being in bed after a certain time.”

I burst out laughing. I gave a military salute. “Yes ma’am. Are you kidding? People come here to let off some steam. Okay, most do collapse around elevenish, the ocean air takes care of that but nah, we allow people to play music until midnight if they want on the north side of the island. I mean it’s bongo stuff, no radios, etc.”

She smiled.

“Anyway. So you want to go for a walk?”

“I would love that.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I glanced down at my phone and switched it off. The islands could burn down for all I cared. The rest of the evening belonged to us. I didn’t want to see anyone else except her.