The Boss and Her Billionaire (17 page)

Fun? Teasing her might have been fun for him, but it was torturous from where she was lying. She

squirmed on the bed, trying to guide his body to where she wanted it as the two of them touched,

tantalized, and tasted each other. Dear lord, was he going to make her beg for it?

He kissed her long and deep. “Better?” he asked, pulling back on his heels and looking down at her.

“No. Slow doesn’t mean you need to stop.”

“Oh, are you sure about that?” He stood.

“Get back here,” Michaela said. Her own boldness made her blush.

“Well, well,” he whispered as he crawled back up her body. “Don’t think this hurts me any less than it hurts you. But I’m only following my cruise director’s orders. You wouldn’t want me disobeying my

superior, now would you?” He ran his tongue up the side of her neck and smirked when she moaned.

“Please.”

“Please?”

“Not so slow.”

“Is that an order?”

His touch had burned through her control. No longer thinking about her position or her reputation, she grabbed at his towel. “Take that off,” she demanded. She pulled the towel away, leaving only his wet

trunks, clinging to every part of him.

“And get those off,” she said.

He pulled his trunks off in one swift tug, and the full extent of his erection sprung free.

Again, Michaela was a little astonished at his girth, but the sight of what she needed so close only made her wetter. She couldn’t stop the whimper at the back of her throat from escaping.

As if on cue, his attention became more urgent, his kisses hungry, biting and pulling at her skin as if he really might have her for lunch. Michaela writhed under him. As he tasted the smooth valley between

her s, the skin of her belly, the hot tang of her inner thighs, she moaned. “No,” she said, “I want all of you this time.”

His face rose to hers, and he kissed her hard on the mouth as her fingers dug into his back and her legs clamped around his waist. “You know what I said about taking it slow?” she asked, giving him a devilish grin.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Forget it.”

“Oh, I’m not going to forget it. But don’t worry, I’ll speed things up just a little for you. If you’re good.”

“No more waiting,” she demanded. Moist and ready, she grabbed him and pulled him to her. Arching

her back against the bed, she led him where she wanted him.

With a tight intake of breath, he slid all the way inside, and she moaned. Dear God, that felt good. He filled her up—filled her up completely. But despite his size, he was gentle, and as they rocked together, she had to admit he was fantastic. Perhaps she could do with a few lessons after all—as long as they

were from him.

Then out of the fog of desire, a warning voice leapt into her brain. “Hang on.” She pushed him back.

“Condom?”

“Damn. Of course. Don’t move.”Reaching over to his bag beside the bed, Dylan pulled out a box of

condoms and got one out. Watching him stroke the latex over his thick made Michaela even hotter, and

she grabbed at his , practically dragging him back down to her.

“No. This is the bit where we slow down again,” he said.

“What?”

“You can’t be in control of everything, Michaela. Sometimes you have to bow to more expert advice.”

“Are you telling me you know more about sex than I do?”

“I couldn’t possibly comment.”

“But—”

He slipped a hand over her mouth and dipped the head of his just inside her. “Oh…” She lifted her ,

trying to bring him deeper.

“Now, now, don’t be greedy.” As he withdrew, the mirth mixed with hot desire flashing in his eyes.

He dipped back inside her, and she felt her muscles clench, wanting to drag him in. Arching her spine, she shuffled and squirmed, but he had all his weight on his knees and was firmly in control.

He paused.

“What are you doing?” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“Just checking in. Are you having fun yet?”

“If you don’t shut up soon…”

But he didn’t need any more convincing. Sinking deep and then retreating, Dylan coaxed her into a

taunting, heated rhythm. They moved as one, his every thrust met by the eager writhing of her body.

“Now how are we doing?” The huskiness of his voice betrayed his attempt to tease her, but he managed

to hold her down when she tried to roll him over and take control.

“Okay, okay, it’s fun,” she admitted. “More fun than I’ve had in a long time.”

“Excellent.” And he thrust hard into her, unstopping and unrepentant. The long, deep strokes of his new rhythm made her gasp, but she pushed her up to meet every one of them. The rhythm built out of her

control and spun her into whole new plane of delight. Thighs trembling, she let her head fall back.

“Please, yes, oh God please,” she said and shut her eyes as she felt her building.

With one, two, three long thrusts, he drove himself in, right to his base. “Ohhh.” The long groan came from him as he disintegrated, shuddering inside her, just as she felt her own ricochet through her

senses. Her thighs still locked around him, she released her arms and allowed the sensations to wash

over her like the warm Pacific Ocean.

“Michaela Western.” The words were gentle on Dylan’s tongue, but they felt strangely right there. “You are amazing.” He collapsed to the side of her, the blood pumping through his body, his skin sensitive to the touch.

Michaela looked over at him and smiled.

Man, she was beautiful. That was sure as hell a lot more fun than he’d had in a while.

Just fun?

Yes, just fun. His three-month deadline didn’t allow for anything else.

She turned on her side to gaze at him, her eyes smoky and dark, and he luxuriated in drinking every bit of her in. Her legs were lightly muscled, long and lean from walking all over the ship many times a day and participating in the cruise activities she organized. The waist that he had only recently had under his hands was slender, her stomach flat but soft.

As she propped herself up on an elbow, a bead of sea water from her still-wet hair ran a tantalizing

course down her chest to rest in the shallow recess of her belly button. She really was a beauty,

burnished by the sun to a rich bronze, her skin glowing even without a scrap of makeup. When she

smiled, Michaela made Dylan’s body sing.

His list of her good attributes was getting pretty long: smart, driven, independent, values family—and trusting, he added, thinking about how she had accepted his explanation of how he’d ended up on

board. The idea of leaving her for the drama of Brian and the company seemed suddenly unappealing.

He stroked her face. “You are even more beautiful when you smile.”

“Nice. Compliments will get you everywhere, Mr. Johns.”

“I’m counting on it.”

“You okay?” Michaela stroked his face.

Damn, she was good. Thinking about him when here he was thinking about how he’d have to leave her.

“I’m okay, sure.”

“Good. I know what I’m not okay with, though. I’m starving.” As if to echo her thoughts, her stomach

gave a loud growl.

Dylan smiled and rose, heading toward the shower. “Last one to lunch has to do ten press-ups.”

“Well, then,” Michaela teased, “I think I might be last on purpose, as long as I get to do the press-ups over your body.”

He leapt back on the bed in a single bound, pinning her down and kissing her long and deep. “That

better be a promise.”

She smiled up at him and said, “It definitely is.”

…

After a short break for sustenance, Dylan finally let Michaela prove he wasn’t the only expert in the bedroom.

“How do you do that?” Michaela asked, lying and replete on their small balcony.

“What?” His grin mischievous, he traced a finger along the line of her navel.

“Tip me over the edge so easily.”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“Yes, but it’s easier for a man, isn’t it?”

“It’s easier for a man to come, sure, but that doesn’t mean it has to be so good he loses control.”

She raised herself up on her elbow. “I make you lose control?”

Like you wouldn’t believe.

The thought caught him up short. What the hell was he doing? Having fun, being distracted from work

and Brian’s messy family back home, absolutely. But was he in danger of getting distracted himself?

Possibly—but for all the right reasons. In less than three months, he’d be back at the office, and this would all be a happy memory.

His heart dipped. It wasn’t going to be as easy as it usually was to say goodbye to Michaela. Their time together was making very happy memories.

“I wonder if anyone would see us in the water just there,” she said.He could see the feisty flicker

appearing once more in her eyes. She was insatiable. As she gazed up at him, Dylan hoped he had it in him to go again. He peered down at the sea, then looked left and right. Not a soul disturbed the view.

The thought of the water swirling around their bodies was irresistible. He stood and hopped over the

balcony rail into the ocean.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“It was your idea. Come on, no one’s around.” He watched her from the water as she looked all around.

“Chicken?”

Giggling, she ducked under the rail and stepped into the water, hardly making a splash as it rose up to her waist. “Now, this is fun,” she said.

“Come here.” Dylan hooked a hand around her waist, dragging her through the water to him.

Even though his body ached from their earlier exertions, he wanted to be inside her again. The tight grip of her around him, the heat of her mouth, the low, long moan she let out each time she came—it was a

joy to be with a woman who knew how to let herself go, and who got so hot and wet. He let his hands

play over her soft skin as the water swirled around them.

“This is bad,” Michaela whispered.

“Yes, it is.” Without his trunks on, the sensation of the water was mildly erotic. He pulled her up him, slicking his hands beneath her bottom and along her legs so that she wrapped them around his waist.

“You’re great,” he said and smiled.

Nibbling at his throat, she whispered, “You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Johns,” in his ear as she moved to lick and kiss his lobe.

All too quickly, he was hard for her.

“Again?” she asked.

“I think it’s my turn in the driver’s seat.”

Slipping his hands beneath her thighs, he felt for the wet groove of her. She was slick, the warm water against her skin obviously adding to her arousal as much as it did his. Without ceremony this time, he slipped a finger inside her, then two. “Don’t fight it,” he said as she went to unwrap her legs from his waist. Moving into a steady rhythm he added a thumb to circle her oris.

“No,” she gasped.

“Oh, yes,” Dylan said, continuing to work her with his fingers. But as her tension built, he wanted more.

Michaela must have sensed it. “I want you inside me again.”

“I haven’t got a condom, and anyway it’d be useless in the water.”

“Well, then.” She flicked her eyes up toward their room.

Too greedy to ignore her request, he strode out of the water and up the steps at the side of their

bungalow with her still wrapped around him.

Quickly sheathing himself, he pushed her against the wall, not bothering to towel the seawater off

them. He hooked her leg up around his waist while she balanced on the other and then drove himself

into her without hesitation.

She sighed, pressing forward into him, lifting her leg higher and allowing him more access as he thrust into her.

Smart, driven, independent, values family, trusting, and a fox in bed. But the best thing about her was how open she was about wanting him. As if echoing his thoughts, she cried, “Harder. Lift me up,

harder.”

Pulling her other leg up off the floor, Dylan pushed his weight against her, holding her up against the wall. Her legs now fully splayed, Dylan pumped into her until he felt the thrill of his ripple through his body just at the same time her muscles clenched and she yelled out his name.Her cry filled the room,

and he held her in place as it echoed into silence.

Breathing hard, he gently, gently let her down, withdrew, and then pressed his body against hers, both of them leaning on the wall.

“Wow,” she said.

Dylan didn’t quite have it in him to speak.

“You win,” she said, and he looked down into her dazzled eyes. Win? It felt like he was about to lose himself completely—and for a change he was happy to lose, as long as it meant keeping her.

By the time five o’clock came around and the sun started its descent over the ocean, Dylan felt like a cat, well stroked and purring.

Michaela snapped him out of it. “I guess we should go back,” she said. “You have a show to do.”

Shit, he’d almost forgotten. “In a second,” he said, pushing her gently back into the cushions. “So.” He trailed his fingers lazily over her face. “What are we going to say when we get back?”

Michaela’s eyes widened. “What should we say?”

He smiled. “Nothing, unless someone asks. Then we probably just bumped into each other on our day

off.”

“Oh, right.” Was that disappointment clouding her features? What had she thought he’d meant?

“I mean, you have a position to maintain,” he told her. “We don’t want people talking any more than

they have to. I’m not sure the captain will make your life any easier if you rub his nose in it.”

Michaela nodded, but her smile lost some of its warmth.

Damn. “Or maybe the sneaking around part of this is what gets you hot? You like the thrill of it, don’t you? Does the danger make you excited?” He pulled her to him, trying to raise a laugh.

She pushed him off, playfully slapping at his hands as he continued to stroke her, then giving him a final shove and standing. “We really should go.”

Dylan nodded and stood, scooping up his bag and heading for the door. “I’ll see you later on tonight?”