An Heir for the Billionaire (9 page)

"-sentences," he interrupted. "Yes."

"Smart ass," she grumbled, rolling her eyes and fighting a grin threatening to emerge. "First off, you let Lily have the week off?"

"Yeah, thought we could have some privacy." He gave her a wink that sent a shiver through her. Mixed signals or what!

She was about to respond when they reached the kitchen. For at least the hundredth time since she entered the house she was speechless. The kitchen was massive, equipped with the latest and newest appliances. Glancing at the stove, it looked more like the control panel to launch a NASA space shuttle then a stove. Maybe they would be eating out.

She ran her fingers along the marble countertops. "This is incredible Damon. I think my entire apartment would fit into this kitchen."

Damon's eyes scanned the room and he nodded. "I like it." Grabbing a bucket from under the sink he tossed it all in.

"What are you doing?"

"Gabe will love this. He'll have it gone within a minute. Waste not, want not and all that; especially when you have some housemates with some seriously large appetites."

"He'll eat macaroni salad?"

"Oh yeah, mixed with rotisserie chicken. Hell yeah."

"And as I think about it, it's beautiful out tonight, so there's another area of the house I'd like to show you."

"Do you have flamingos in the back yard Damon?" From what she's seen so far it wouldn't have surprised her.

Damon smirked. "Not yet."

"An elephant?"

Damon laughed outright. "No. Actually, you've seen all of the animals, aside from the horses that I'm sure you noticed as we drove in."

"Then what?" She was dying with suspense. It appeared that with Damon anything was possible.

Hooking his index finger under her chin, he lifted her eyes to his, leaned down and kissed her softly. "Patience, Kat." Lifting the bucket he exited motioning for her to follow him. "Bring the wine."

*****

As suspected it was late enough in the evening that the sun had almost completely fallen behind the mountain range, leaving red and orange streaks in the darkened sky. Damon dumped the dinner into Gabe's dish that Gabe immediately began to gobble down - barely taking time to swallow - as if he hadn't been fed in a week, when in all actuality he'd been fed that afternoon.

Damon loved how she was beaming from ear to ear. Her excitement was contagious, even though he knew where he was leading them. He was beginning to feel more carefree than he had in a long, long time. Since high school if he were to be honest with himself.

The rush of gaining a new business and seeing the amounts in his bank accounts rise on a daily basis was an addictive adrenaline rush, but it wasn't true happiness. It was like an addict, waiting for his next high. The anticipation and rush were exhilarating when they got their fix, but it wasn't fulfilling. But after a while, you begin to live for the rush and only the rush and simply enjoying life becomes a forgotten desire.

With her, he was actually feeling happy. It was different than the rush he'd been living his life chasing after, it was better. It was squeezing out his need for the rush. But with it came a major drawback; the reality of how lonely and one-dimensional his life had become was like a slug to the gut. He wasted so many years chasing his next high... If the cancer hadn't put his life in limbo how many more years would he have wasted? If there was one good thing to come out of this whole ordeal then it was that he was shown what was really important in life, before he became too old to make changes. He could begin to lead a life of fulfillment instead of one consumed with his need for money and power.

Katrina slid her arm around his waist and pulled herself tight to him. Looking down at Katrina, his smile widened as their eyes locked. Draping his arm around her shoulders he pulled her just a bit tighter to his left side.

He was fighting with himself. He wanted her - badly. He was thankful for Ralph and his interruption of them earlier, because if it hadn't been for him breaking the mood, Damon wouldn't have had the power to deny her.

"Holy shit!" Katrina pulled away from his embrace as they rounded the corner and they stepped into the pool area. The pool area had been set up to look like a tiki island getaway, with a lagoon pool with waterfall and bar island in the center. Off of the pool was a hot tub.

"Hold on." Damon walked over to the control panel and opened it. Pressing a few buttons the area came alive. Tiki torches lit up surrounding the pool and soft sultry music began playing softly.

"Look at the lights in the pool!"

Damon watched, amused, as she hurried over to the pool. The soft, warm wind picked up and a gust of wind lifted her skirt giving him a view of her bare bottom, giving him his very own extremely arousing
Marilyn Monroe
style flash. He gritted his teeth, pushing down his arousal.

Damon made his way over to her, and looked down into the pool. Lights in blue, red and yellow softly shone up through the water, breaking through, moving and dancing.

She spun around to turn to him and chewed at her lower lip as she reached behind her. "But I don't have a swimsuit..." A soft unzipping sound reached his ears as the bodice of her sundress began to loosen around her.

He closed his eyes and tried to control the jerking of his dick as it came alive. "Well, we could just-"

"-Moonbath," she teased. His eyes lifted to the sky and discovered she was right, the sun was fully down and the full moon had begun to appear. She kicked off her shoes.

Touching her shoulders he slipped the straps of the dress down her upper arms. The pale yellow bodice peeled away to reveal her modest breasts that looked as beautiful to him as they had a decade ago. The dress slowly slid down her body leaving her gloriously naked for him to feast his eyes upon.

"You're stunning Kat." He could hear the admiration in his voice, apparently so did she, her cheeks coloured an alluring crimson in the moonlight. He reached out to touch her cheek, but she stepped back, turned and dove into the water. She surfaced by the pool bar, hoisting her up and onto the platform.

"Coming?" She called out to him, thirty feet away.

Kicking off his shoes he was about to pull his shirt up and over his head when the scar stopped him. Looking around he felt confident that if he stayed in the water, in the dim lighting she wouldn't notice. If she did then he could brush it off - maybe. Worse comes to worst he told he the truth much earlier than planned, but spending the week with her and not allowing himself the pleasure of her body was going to be more than he could handle.

To hell with it
. Damon pulled his shirt up and over his head tossing it to the floor, his pants and underwear coming quickly after it, until he was naked with a pile of clothing at his feet. Damon glanced down at the four-inch incision on his right side. Not
too
noticeable.

"Damn. You
have
been working out!" Damon's eyes lifted to see Katrina reclined back against the tiki bar with a wine cooler in one hand the other hand waving a beer at him.

A sheepish grin touched his lips. "I try to make it to the gym from time to time." She looked stunning, her golden hair cascading down her back and her breasts begging for his touch. The water glistened under the moonlight as it flowed down the curves of her body. His jaw clenched, scared he would embarrass himself and get a full on boner like some teenager just by looking at her.

"You know... You're like the old Damon, but the 2.0 deluxe version."

Chuckling, Damon raised a brow up at her. "Never been called that before." Her eyes began to roam his body, wandering up his thighs to pause at his semi-erect dick. Not wanting her to focus on his torso, Damon dove into the water and began to swim towards hers.

As he reached the bar, he emerged from the water, but didn't pull himself up onto the landing. Instead, he crossed his arms over the side and accepted her offered beer. Opening the top he placed the cap beside him and took a long drink.

"Come on up." She patted the empty spot beside her. "I want to examine that body of yours a little closer."

That's what I'm afraid of.
"I'm fine."

She grinned and chuckled softly. "Are you becoming shy or something? I've already seen ya." She motioned towards herself, "and if you hadn't noticed I'm not exactly clothed."

He let his eyes stroll their way over her body, admiring her. His dick went from semi-hard to rock solid by the time his dark eyes met her blue ones, a brow cocked at her. "Oh, believe me. I've noticed. I never remembered you being such a little exhibitionist."

She groaned loudly. "And you call
me
a princess." She placed her wine cooler beside her and leapt into the water.

Still holding onto the platform, Damon pushed back slightly and looked around him trying to see her under the water. A hand touched his calf, then thigh. Her other hand grasped his cock and stroked him several times before releasing him, making him suck in his breath through clenched teeth, his body tensing. She broke the surface of the water in front of him, placing herself between him and the platform.

She brushed her wet hair out of her face and wiped the excess water from her face, taking a deep breath in. Her make-up had run slightly leaving streaks of black under her eyes and cheeks, he was surprised at how sexy it looked, like a woman who'd been thoroughly fucked. Face grew deathly serious as she caught his eyes. "Can I ask you something Damon?"

Ahhh fuck. The scar. She must have seen it
. His expression darkened.
Might as well get it over with.
A part of him was actually relieved; at least it was going to be out in the open.

Chapter 9

She wasn't used to being so brazen, but this was Damon so to hell with it. If she couldn't be comfortable enough to be herself, say what she felt, and ask for what she wanted from him then when could she? Right?

She slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her body tight to him, and using his body to keep her afloat and upright. "So what does a girl have to do to get some action around here?"

Damon's mouth dropped for a moment; snapping it shut, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips and she felt his rock hard erection jerking against her stomach. He cocked a brow at her, giving her that sexy grin of his that made her heart thump frantically in her chest.

"Now, what would you mean by
action,
Miss Alexander?"

What a bugger. He's going to make me beg
.

She grazed her lips across his. "I mean, I've been throwing myself at you all day and you keep brushing me off."

"In my defence, the last time was Ralph's fault."

Katrina fought back the urge to laugh. Instead, she sighed and brushed her lips along the side of his neck and was delighted to feel him tremble against her. "But Ralph isn't here now."

He groaned softly, his body tensing against hers. "No, he's not."

Once she reached his collarbone, she ran a string of butterfly kisses back up his neck, across his jaw and to his lips again. She lifted her eyes back up to meet his and kissed his lips softly once more. "So what do I have to do?" She pressed tighter to him, her breasts crushing against his thick, sculpted chest.

He growled, low in the back of his throat. "What you're doing now might work."

She slipped one of her hands between them and grasped his thick shaft. She began to slowly stroke him.

"Th-that, I.... Ya that might work too."

"Might?" she ran her tongue along his lower lip, before gently nipping at it. "What will push you over the edge?"

"I'm trying hard to hold off, build the tension," he groaned as she tightened her grip on his dick and began to stroke a little harder.

"Oh, I think there's enough tension." Her pussy felt like it was on fire, she'd never wanted anyone so damned bad. If he wanted tension, then he'd done a damned good job at building it, and it was appearing that she'd finally begun to break through.

"If you keep doing that I'll end up blowing it here and kill the chance for action."

Releasing his cock, she grinned and slipped out from under his arm. Swimming backwards, she watched him as he turned to face her, anguish in his expression. Oh, she'd totally gotten to him. He closed his eyes, and when they reopened the fire and feral hunger had her pussy clenching in anticipation.

He lunged and began to swim towards her. Letting out a yelp, she flipped to her stomach and began to swim in earnest, her strokes hard and propelling her body quickly through the water. She could sense him approaching, but didn't look back to verify, wanting to make it to the edge before he caught up to her.

Got it!
A sense of triumph washed over her as she reached the edge before him and pulled herself up and onto it, which shocked her. Damon had always been a star swimmer; it wasn't like him to be weak swimmer. However, she'd only beat him by a hair. She'd just rolled onto her back, spread eagle on the cool tile, panting wildly when he reached the side and pulled himself up. She watched his face and frowned, seeing him grimace as he pulled his stunning body from the water.