The Billionaire's Bride (Complete Collection) (5 page)

“No, I'm telling you that you need to come back, Tia.”

“Why?”

“You don't need to play the wife game, but you still need to have dinner with me.”

“Sure, I don't see why not,” I said. Then I ducked my head a little and peered off. He hadn't asked. He had demanded.

“When’s a good time? Don't worry, I can get time away from those bloodthirsty girls for a while.” When he reminded me of them, it stung. I couldn't get past that. He would have all these beautiful girls hanging off him, trying to seduce him.

“It’ll have to be late. I don't get out of work until eight, and then I'll need to catch a cab. So I'm thinking something like nine?” Oh shoot, that wouldn't leave much time to get dressed, but I couldn't force the guy to have dinner at ten at night.

“That works for me. You don't have to worry about the cab. I'll have someone pick you up.”

“Are you sure that's necessary?”

“Yes, I'm sure. You don't need to worry about it. If you'd like, I will have a driver take you to wherever you'd like during the week. Would you like that?”

The thought was tempting. No more long bus rides. No more waiting at the bus station, sometimes being cat called, sometimes just being looked at as an easy target. It made me uneasy sometimes. Other times, it was downright inconvenient.

“That sounds nice, but I can't. Let's keep it to this one ride. If I like it, we'll see what happens.”

“I have a feeling you're going to love this ride,” he said, his pale, golden eyes glimmering in a sea of fire. I squeezed my thighs tight. My breath hitched. He most certainly wasn't talking about a pleasant ride from his driver...he was talking about driving right into me. Dirty thoughts entered my mind, me buckling on his lap, my hands resting on that solid chest, holding on for dear life as he confidently powered into my tight, willing...

Whoa, snap out of it, girl.
“Thanks, Lucas,” I said. I checked my cell and noticed the time. “I've got to get to my next job and you probably have to get to your...
thing.
”

“I suppose I do. We have tea and biscuits ready. I don't even like tea and biscuits, but I guess I've got to sit and listen anyway, and pretend that I'm enjoying myself.”

Do you? Why? It was best if he didn't remind me of it. “See you later, Lucas.” I turned and retreated.

Only a dinner, I told myself. I could do that.

M
y afternoon was a bore
. I attempted to feign interest in other girls, but my thoughts were solely on Tia and our plans for the evening. I had personally met with the chefs and instructed them to put their heart and soul into the meal. Hopefully, the menu had been refined to something that would please Tia.

Around seven, Brent suggested that we go on a private yacht that was chartered for my father’s plans. The girls were all giddy and excited to hit the open seas. We wouldn't be going far. We would hover around the coast.

As night fell, and everyone got rowdier and drunk, we headed toward shore.

I wished that Brent had enjoyed himself more. It might not be a cruise of hot studs pining for his attention, but he could at least relax a little.

“I’m working now, Lucas,” he said, stalking from the shadows of the ship.

“You’re working, really? Watching a bunch of girls getting sloppy? What are you, their chaperone this evening?”

He put a finger to his lips and masked himself in the corner, hiding out like he didn’t exist, but he was my father’s eyes and ears. I knew that. He served him loyally.

Once we came to the docks, he bade me farewell, and warned me, “Behave yourself.”

I put down my beer. It was heavy, something with high alcohol. The buzz had taken away some jitters I was having over this dinner. Dinner jitters….how strange. Those had never occurred before. I might be buzzed, but I couldn’t let myself get sloppy around Tia. This was essentially our first date.

I leaned close to the edge of the boat, watching the shore. Fearing that she might not show up, my elation soared when I saw her.

I held my hand out for Tia to take, and she did so graciously. The touch set me off. Once I brought her on board, I knew it would be necessary to let go, even though I didn’t want to.

“I’m glad you could join me.”

She put a hand on her hip and cocked her head, peering behind me. “Don’t you mean us?”

All of the girls were in a circle, near the DJ, the bar, and the wine coolers, and they were all gawking at us.

“I feel like I’m the prom queen.” Was that a problem? Didn’t every girl want to be prom queen?

I leaned in close and took her hand. “Come with me.” Then I whispered close to her, and I swear I could hear a moan escape her lips when I got close. “Don’t worry, they’re just jealous.”

We went to the top deck that had an intimate, open dining area for two. She was stunning, and for once, I was at a loss for words.

“Anything you want, ask for it,” I told her.

She eyed me cautiously. “I’m not used to hearing that.”

“If you stick around, you’ll hear it more often than you’d like.”

Tia put a finger to her lips and hummed. Did she not believe me?

Servers approached with water and wine. She asked for something sweet, and thank God, we had a sweet Riesling stocked. My nerves were tense like my muscles, my neck solid as a brick. As they handed her a small menu, my eyes lingered over her dress, once again, fitting that curvy body like a glove. Her breasts were propped up, those glorious mounds at table level for me to watch all night.

There were certain advantages to being a billionaire, and this was by far the best one.

We talked little. We were too consumed in our courses. Tension began to unwind as night slowly draped over us. Once we were on the main course, the chef’s trademark ahi tuna, our alcove’s strung-up lights turned on, and the lights from the coast glowed on Tia. She groaned and smiled as she ate. Her moaning got my primal thoughts churning.

Having her lips purr like that left my cock buzzing.

Dessert was flaming crème brulee. We dug into it. Halfway through, Tia licked her lips, shook her head, and looked down.

“This is so weird,” she stated.

“What’s weird?”

“I don’t do this.”

“You don’t eat fancy French desserts on yachts often? Color me surprised.”

“Yes,” she said, shaking it off again. She slid her seat in closer. What was she fidgeting about?

“Are you saying that you usually don’t have a good time on first dates?” I asked.

“First dates?” she asked, an eyebrow cocked. “I didn’t realize this was a date.”

“Of course it is. And you’re worried that you’re enjoying yourself too much. Isn’t that it?”

She rustled tresses of hair that swayed close to her amber eyes. She looked back at me. Tia looked shy all of a sudden. She always seemed to be confident, on guard. Perhaps I was getting to her. Good.

“I don’t want you to get any ideas,” she said meekly.

“Too late. My imagination is running wild with ideas of what I’d like to do with you.”

“Do you hold anything back?” She fanned herself and slid the chair away again.

She stood up and walked to the railing. The coastline lit up. Waves rocked us gently. I stood next to her. She gripped the railing tighter.

“It’s gorgeous,” she whispered, like she was in awe, and I suppose she was. My interest wasn’t in the scenery.

“You’re beyond beautiful.”

She ducked as if trying to avoid the compliment, but it hit and she flashed a sheepish grin. “Thanks,” she said. “And you are beyond blunt. You’re making me worried, Lucas.”

“What am I doing now? What did I do?” What was the harm in telling a beautiful girl that she was beautiful? I didn’t understand. Things weren’t so cut and dry as I hoped.

“You’re making me worried what might happen. This is moving so quickly, which isn’t really a bad thing.” She peered at the view in the opposite direction. “Don’t mind me. I’m speaking out loud and not making much sense.”

It finally struck me what she was trying to express. She wanted to remain proper? How could I allow that?

“Don’t worry, I’m a complete gentleman.”

“It’s not you I’m worried about,” she said with a grin.

“Don’t tell me that
you
like being in charge in the bedroom. There can only be one person who holds the keys to the handcuffs, and it’s got to be me. I’ve got issues handing them over to anyone else.”

“You have handcuffs,” she screamed, in shock, and it seemed, joy, as well. She drew back when she realized she came on a little strongly.

“You’ve got to keep things interesting,” I said, my voice trailing off as if drifting out to sea. She looked like she was on the verge of splitting, and I didn’t want to scare her.
Not just handcuffs, but whips, paddles, chains, and lots and lots of rope
, I wanted to add, but kept my lips sealed. She would discover that out in due time...when she was ready.

She pointed herself at me and proudly puffed up her chest. “What do we do now? At what time do I need to give you back?”

“Oh, I’m not at the whims of those women. They’ll see me when I want them to see me.”

Tia took a step closer. I got a whiff of her perfume. My testosterone surged. My cock felt like it could fill out my pants in an instant, and my fingers curled, bracing myself with a fist. Squeezing, I tried to fight the urge to pull Tia into me and brand her with my hot cock.

“Looks like you’re mine for the night,” she said, her voice low and sultry, giving me another horny jolt.

But then she took a step away from me and said without warning, “I have a long drive. I’ll have to leave pretty soon.” Her demeanor could change in an instant. As fast as my cock went from limp to solid when I thought about taking that sweet, voluptuous body of hers.

“After a meal like that, there would be nothing better than a dip in my hot tub. Let’s go.”

“Uhmm…” She sprang straight as a twig. She avoided my gaze. I didn’t want to scare her, but I did eventually want to have her. My impure thoughts could only be held back for so long. I might as well be upfront about it.

“Sure,” she eventually relented. As we were about to move from the dining area to the cabin, she paused. “Wait. Damn. I don’t have anything to wear.”

“It won’t be a problem. You have bra and panties on, right?”

She clammed up again. She bit down on her lip. It almost bothered me how nervous she was around me, but I couldn’t let her go. I knew the reason why she was so nervous. This wasn’t normal for her.

I knew her nervous reply would annoy me. She needed a gentle push forward. “What’s the difference between that and a bikini?”

“You’ve got a point.”

I waved her inside, then went downstairs to a private room that had a massage chair and a hot tub. I turned it on. Pleasant bubbles came to life, heat emanating from the surface.

“Is that a massage table?” she asked, her tone questioning me.

“Yes, it is.”

“You have a massage table, and a hot tub on your private yacht. Where do you keep your helicopter?”

“I don’t own a helicopter.”

“I was kidding. Sort of. Do you give the massages here?”

“Would you like to book an appointment? I think I can fit you in,” I asked, lending her my wry smile. She shut up and dipped a finger into the water, letting out a moan.

This girl had better stop moaning…

I felt fucking
giddy
about seeing her strip down. It was like I was going skinny dipping and seeing my first pair of tits,
that’s
how excited I was. My cock stiffened. No use fighting it now. Instead, I stripped quickly to try to get into the tub before she noticed and I really scared her away.

After draping my jacket on the massage table, I began to unbutton my long-sleeved shirt. Her jaw dropped. Her arms sprang out in alarm. “Oh, you didn’t even warn me!”

“I’m guessing you’ve seen a man with his shirt off before.” I popped off the last button. She froze. When I slid the shirt off me, she waved her finger in a circle.

“Turn around, and don’t peek. Promise?”

I sighed.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you.”

“I promise,” I said. How old were we again?

I heard clothes rustling. In my mind’s eye, I watched her sliding her dress off. I wished it was my hands doing it, then I could get a handful of her luscious breasts. My tongue would go wild against her tits, claiming her as I pressed my throbbing cock onto her, getting closer to her juicy center.

When I dropped my pants, I heard her stop. I did as well.

I forgot to ask her if she was looking. Tia would have a direct view of my ass, and she was probably loving it. Or ready to burst out of the door in shock.

My cock strained against my black boxers. It felt like the thin fabric would snap at any moment. My horniness, my need to take her, couldn’t be contained. It felt too right. I almost wondered if she’d been sent as a plant by my father...everything just seemed to be going too well for me and Tia.

Sure, it might’ve been bumpy at first, but it was nothing that changed the fact that I knew this girl was something special. She wasn’t one that could easily slip my mind. This was the type of girl that would last a lifetime in a man’s memory. If I didn’t claim her, regret would haunt me for the rest of my life.

A splash called from behind me.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said, her voice silky and divine.

I turned around to join her.

My arousal was evident.

I was so worried about Lucas seeing me that I hadn’t thought about seeing him. I got a spectacular view of his plump, yet muscular ass in those short cut black boxers. My heart fluttered and my blood boiled.

My naughty parts wanted attention. My pussy was slick. My bud was beating. It called out for Lucas. I was powerless to stop it.

I felt bad that I hadn’t looked away, but it didn’t stop me from gawking.

When I realized that I had stopped, and he would soon catch onto me, I made a dash for the hot tub. One leg over, I pushed off with a splash.

“Okay, I’m ready,” I called, and once again, since I wasn’t thinking correctly—that billionaire had me thinking only about getting laid—I forgot to turn away.

He caught me. I turned my cheek in shame, but the image was already tucked away in a secret naughty folder in my mind for later. Oh, I had liked what I saw. I noticed how wide and powerful his chest was. His abs were crunching as he lifted one beefy leg into the pool. But most of my attention was shamefully directed lower.

He was packing. At first, I thought he must have been wearing some really short boxers, but that couldn’t be the case. They fit fine. His cock filled it out, straining against it. He dropped in. I was splashed in the cheek for good measure.

I wanted to dunk my whole head under.

Who thought going in a hundred-degree water was a good idea? What I needed was a cool dip. My pulse was ticking rapid-fire, and my breath was short, quick, and shallow.

“You looked,” he said. “You don’t play by your own rules.”

You’ve got a hard-on, I wanted to say, but that would be highly inappropriate. I couldn’t even formulate my next thought. He was hard...for me? How? We hadn’t even done anything yet. Lucas was an animal!

Not that I was complaining.

A healthy, virile man was something out of the norm for me. The best I found were disinterested or pathetic, looking for handouts. Lucas wanted to deliver, that much was clear. He wanted to deliver in a
big way.

He ignored my silence. He leaned back with a groan. I watched as his ripped shoulders relaxed. He threw his arms over his head, and probably, I couldn’t tell with the bubbling water, thrust his hard erection higher.

I made a mental note to stay away.
Stay on your side, Tia, there are sharks in these waters.

“This is nice,” I said. I leaned back as well. My thighs naturally spread open. Jets rumbled against me in the right spot, so I shifted, afraid that I might just get off and embarrass myself even more.

“Are we skinny dipping?” someone asked, and I startled, almost jumping out of the tub.

Anna, the sweet Southern belle, stood in the doorway. When I noticed what she was wearing, a skimpy bathing suit which barely fit her and showed a lot of her sensual, fit body—too much skin to my liking—I wanted to toss her out. What was she doing here? Telling by her manner of dress, she expected to get in with us.

Lucas looked just as stunned. That was nice to see. I was seriously hoping that it hadn’t been his idea.