“Okay.” I swallow.
He slowly pulls his hands from his back and presents my manuscript. My eyes drop to it before I drag them back to his face.
“Why do you have that?” My stomach is fluttering with what feels like a thousand butterflies.
“Well…” He rolls his lips. “That email you sent...”
I suck in a breath, perspiration beading on my brow.
“It’s been picked up by a publisher.”
My mouth drops open, my eyes wide as his words crash through me in the best possible way. “No way,” I whisper and he is standing there nodding. “Oh my God.”
“You’ve done it, baby.”
I am on my feet, my arms around his neck as he lets the manuscript fall from his fingers. His arms tuck under my ass as he lifts me up effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as I kiss him.
Our tongues entwine; a soft whimper crashes against his lips as I lose myself in him. Tears roll down my cheeks, and he kisses each one away.
His fingers tease at the soft material of my white scalloped bikini bottoms and a soft gasp pulls from my throat.
“How risky would it be for me to fuck you right here, right now?” he mutters against my mouth, nipping at my jaw as he drags his lips down.
“Risky,” I breathe, rolling my hips over his fingers.
“I told them all to fuck off,” he groans and I feel his cock harden.
“Cameras,” I whisper and he shakes his head.
“We’re tucked away in a private cove, no cameras.” He walks me to the large, pillowed area that wraps around a in the floor hot tub. “Do you know what I think is diabolical?” he says as he lays me down, one of his knees pressed against my legs.
“What?” I pant.
His fingers tease over my warm skin before he grabs one of the ties on my bikini bottoms. “That I haven’t got the chance to fuck you on my jet yet.”
My skin flames and I squeeze my pussy, a dull ache radiating through me. “Well, I suppose we better see to that when we fly home then, hm?”
I smile as he pulls on the tie and my bottoms fall away. He dives between my legs, his expert tongue rolling against my clit. My fingers are in his damp hair, and I let my eyes skate down my body, his ice blues on mine.
“Oh God,” I moan, tightening my grip as my head falls back, my hips rolling against tongue, needing more.
Clasping his face, I drag his lips to mine, tasting my arousal on his tongue. He makes quick works of pushing his swim shorts down, his large hand widening my legs as he slides his cock into me in one swift thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, I love you,” he moans into my mouth. His fingers dig into my skin as his pounds are relentless.
“Yes,” I pant, holding his face to mine as he fucks me under the late afternoon sun, sending me to a secret paradise that only me and him have the key to.
We’resat on the deck, the warm evening upon us and we’re all here—me and Royce, Nora, Rue, Edel, Anaïs and Creed. I have never felt rich in life, not until now. I had a family I was born into that didn’t appreciate me, but this one, this one loves every fibre of me.
“This yacht is lovely,” I mutter as I lay a white cotton napkin over my lap.
We’re all dressed up. Our plans are to have dinner on the yacht and then move to the small town and enjoy a few drinks.
“Thank you, Athena.” Creed gives me a warm smile and Anaïs places her hands over her husband’s.
“Maybe try not to bet this one away, eh Dad?”
My eyes widen, a few soft giggles around the table.
