The Billionaire's Heir: Billionaire Obsession (Tycoon Billionaires Book 4) (15 page)

“Yeah – that was fun – but it’s so cold!”

Ivan sloshed his arms around her. “Allow me to warm you up, sweetheart…”

She sunk into his muscular body, wrapping her arms and legs around him, and enjoying the feel of the water around her. He gently maneuvered her around so she was gripping onto his back, then he swam them a little further into the lake.

He came to a halt where it was deeper and she paddled around to face him – holding on tight the whole time. They kissed and she realized her teeth were chattering.

“You
are
cold,” he said. “Your lips are turning blue. You wanna get out?”

“No, I like it in here with you.” She gazed pensively into his eyes. “Did you know that in some cultures you can bathe in holy water and wash away your sins?”

“You don’t have any sins, Samira. You’re perfect.”

She grinned. “Thank you – and so are you. But… come on, let’s dunk anyway!”

He laughed lightly. “Okay…”

Samira held Ivan’s hand tight, took a deep breath in, then allowed herself to plunge under the water. She felt Ivan sinking under with her, then they both shot up like phoenixes rising – reborn. Samira laughed with joy. Her hair was soaking wet and her make-up was running down her face, but somehow it didn’t matter. She knew she would dry off easily in the sunshine and she could re-do her make-up. She realized nothing was really ever as terrible as it seemed. The good times always passed… but so did the bad.

Ivan pulled her close.  “Come on, let’s get dry.”

They hauled themselves out and flopped down on the grass, shivering in the sunshine. Ivan grabbed his discarded shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders, then he pulled on his trousers, before sitting down and kissing her tenderly – easing his tongue into her mouth, and sending dazzles of elation through her body.

“You taste so good,” he whispered. He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek, sending tingles into her core. “It was great what you said to my dad back there – about putting the past behind him and not blaming Jake for what happened.”

She bit her lip. “I hope I wasn’t being rude to my new father-in-law. We’re pretty strict about respecting our elders in Iran, but I felt my words were a contribution.”

“They were – you did great. I was worried on the ranch, because you seemed to have lost your confidence a bit. You’re usually so feisty – which is something I love about you. You don’t take shit.”

She chuckled. “I know how to play meek when I need to.”

“Yeah, you do that well too.”

“I
was
losing my confidence on the ranch, Ivan. But now I’m feeling so much stronger. Not only because you’re back in my life – which makes me feel so happy. But also because I knew what I was doing with Langdon – with the suitcases – was wrong. Now I feel I can be myself again, because I’m being true to myself. Does that make sense?”

“It does.” He pulled her close, nuzzling her neck. “Oh, and you
did
punch me back at the ranch, so I don’t think you were ever quite too meek!”

She laughed with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry about that! I was upset and confused. It was totally wrong of me.”

“Hey, nothing I couldn’t handle. Although you do have a pretty good right hook there.” He rubbed his chin and they both laughed.

She gazed at the huge rock on her finger. “And now I have a knuckle-duster too!”

They laughed again, then faded to a tranquil silence. Samira splashed her feet in the cool water. “I’m going to take swimming lessons. When we’re teaching Quin to swim, I’m going to learn too.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

She gazed at him, feeling something profound shift inside her. She’d been waiting for this man all her life – for this glorious feeling of love. “I want to give you something – in return for all you’ve given me.”

“You’ve given me plenty, babe: happiness, love, Quin… your beautiful body…”

“Well, you give
me
those things too.”

“We’ve given each other our hearts and souls – that’s all I want from you Samira – just your love and your company for the rest of our lives.”

She shuffled out of his arms and reached around to unclasp her necklace, removing the delicate chain and holding up the inch-high silver pendant, which looked like an ‘&’ sign. “This belonged to my mother,” she said. “It’s the Arabic symbol for love. I want you to have it. I know you don’t wear jewelry, but you can put it in your wallet, next to my photo.”

Ivan’s tough expression melted into humble love. “Thank you, sweetheart. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.” He studied it for a moment, then he took out his wallet and slipped it inside for safekeeping. He leaned over and kissed her tenderly. “But I’m only the temporary custodian of this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. When we have a daughter, I’ll give it to her.”

Samira beamed with joy. “I’d love a daughter.”

“We’d better keep trying until we get one then, huh?”

“Definitely!” 

****

Once they were both dry, Ivan and Samira pulled on their clothes and went back to join the wedding celebrations. Samira hadn’t put her underwear back on, because it was still damp from the dip, so she subtly asked Amy if she had anything she could lend her. Amy was delighted to help, and they went up to the bridal suite, where she gave Samira some of the most beautiful brand new lingerie she’d ever seen.

“Don’t you need it for your honeymoon?”

“Nah,” Amy said. “You keep it. I’ve got plenty of other things I can use to thrill my new husband.”

After the wedding reception was over, Ivan and Samira thanked the babysitter for watching Quin, then they made their way back across the city to the Quinlan house and put the baby to bed.

“We should go to bed too,” Ivan said.

“But I’m not tired,” she purred.

“I was hoping not.”

In Ivan’s childhood bedroom, Samira lit some peach-scented candles which she’d found in the bathroom and she put on some sassy tunes, creating a sizzling romantic atmosphere. Ivan removed his shirt and tie, revealing his perfect sculpted pecs and abs, which Samira couldn’t resist touching. His flesh was so soft, and his body was firm… she still couldn’t believe
this
was hers.

He allowed her to fondle his toned chest, before pulling her close and kissing her hard. Desire zoomed through her body – making her feel weak at the knees. As the kiss grew more passionate, he slipped his tongue into her mouth – shooting volts of pleasure between her legs. She grinned between kisses. It felt so good to be married to this amazing guy…

He kissed her sensuously. “You belong to me. And I belong to you.”

“Yes, Ivan.”

“I’ve been fantasizing about stripping your clothes off and fucking you all day. That dip in the lake was hot…”

“If you want to strip me, be my guest...”

He pulled her satin gown over her head and threw it to the chair, so she was standing in her underwear. Samira chuckled as his expression changed to one of delight – she was wearing Amy’s lacy bra, silky panties, and stockings with a garter belt.

“Jesus, Samira… you’re so fucking hot…”

She smiled, feeling proud of her body and excited about the effect it had on him. Maintaining eye contact, she reached out and undid his trousers, tugging out his hard-on – which was straining for some action.

In her most seductive voice, she said, “I fancy some wedding cake. Do you fancy some wedding cake?”

He frowned. “No.”

Samira stripped off her bra, then padded over to where they’d place two slices of cake earlier and grabbed one of them – unwrapping the paper napkin from around it. She raised it to her mouth and licked off some of the gooey icing.

“Mmm,” she said. “This is the best cake I’ve ever tasted. Want some?”

Ivan opened his mouth to reply, but Samira moved the cake toward her breasts and rubbed it into her flesh, silencing him with delighted surprise.

“Whoops, I’ve spilt it on me. Hopefully some gorgeous hunk will come along and lick it off.”

He stepped forward and scooped her into his arms, pressing the cake against his own bare chest and getting sticky. He growled and bent to lick her nipples, causing lust to swirl up inside.

“For turning me on like that, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name,” he whispered.

He pulled her close and kissed her passionately, then he lifted her up, so she wrapped her legs around his hips. He carried her strongly over to the wall, where he propped her ass against it, making her giggle with delight.

Pressing himself against her, he ground his rock-hard erection against her panties, showing her how much he wanted her. She could feel his strong hands gripping her ass – running his fingers over the tops of her stockings – making her feel sexy and aroused.

“Am I heavy?” she asked, sinking into him.

“You’re so light. And
so
hot.”

He leaned into her – pinning her fast – as she gripped her legs around him, then he bent to lick more cake from her breasts – swirling his tongue over her sensitive nipples, and delivering so much pleasure into her body she felt she might climax from this alone.

“I’m gonna fuck you like an animal…”

“Oh god, Ivan...”

He really
was
like an untamed animal – so strong and wild, and growling with raw masculinity. She threw her arms around his shoulders as he bent at the knees and directed his straining cock toward her panties, rubbing the silky material with the tip of his eager erection.

As he continued to lick the cake from her nipples, Samira flattened her back against the wall and pushed out her chest, feeling sexy, and delighting in the electric sizzles as his tongue caressed her breasts. Unable to stop her hips from grinding now, she rubbed her pussy into the length of his erection – relishing the sensation of having her panties on and grinding her pleasure zones into his rock-hard cock.

He leaned further against her, pushing her up against the wall even more, then he released one hand to position his cock in the right place. “I need to fuck you hard.”

“I need it too…”

He held up his erection and let her slide slightly down the wall, pushing her panties out the way as his beautiful cock plunged inside them – brushing against the ultra-sensitive opening of her pussy, and overwhelming her with pure lustful delight. She gasped and dropped her head forward to bite his neck, scooping her pelvis as the head of his cock penetrated her tight pussy. He was so big, and – even though she was wet – he stretched her gloriously in a flash of ecstasy that tingled sensually all over her body.

Still holding her ass, he slowly pulled her down further over his cock, then – leaning in to her – he started to rock her hips back and forth, stimulating her clit on his firm abs – and her G-spot with that glorious cock of his.

She pushed her breasts into his chest, smothering his bare torso with more sticky cake and enjoying the feel of their chests sliding together as he thrust hungrily into her – increasing the pace and power – fucking her harder and faster – taking her rapidly toward the ultimate pleasure. This position was raw and passionate, and she realized she was going to come.

She ran her nails over the flesh of his back, gripping his hair in her hands as the passion took her. She dropped her head to his shoulder, feeling totally supported by his arms and his powerful body, then she cried out involuntarily as the orgasm overwhelmed her – exploding love and lust deep into her soul.

The world rushed with pure joy, and she free-falled over the edge of delight. He thrust harder and faster as she came, then he tensed and came deep inside her – pushing her firmly against the wall and enveloping her completely in his warm sticky body – so she was totally possessed by Ivan Quinlan… and she loved it.

She was struck with one final wave of overwhelming bliss, then she slowly drifted back to earth as the post-orgasmic fizzes crackled all over her body.

She felt euphorically drunk. With her eyes closed, she could feel his gaze studying her blissful expression, so she smiled for him. “That was amazing.” She slowly opened her eyes. “
You’re
amazing.”

He kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “I’m so in love with you.”

“Me too.”

He withdrew, then helped her stand back down on the carpet, where she stumbled into him – still half in the orgasmic aftermath. “Let’s go lie down. Then once we’ve recovered, I’ll fuck you again.”

She laughed at his candor.

They lay on the bed together, and she snuggled into his arms, kissing his chest – which was sticky and sweet from the cake.

She traced her finger around his nipple and fell serious. “Be careful going back to Langdon’s. He must know by now we’ve got his coke.”

He caressed her face. “You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll go first thing – after breakfast. I’ll give him the coke, get your passport, and be back before dinner. What could possibly go wrong?”