Page 11 of Lost At Sea With A Billionaire (Billionaire Row #5)

Janet

T hree weeks turned into four on our private island paradise. I’d never imagined being stranded could feel so much like freedom, and each day brought discoveries about the island, Jonathan, and me.

The outdoor kitchen I’d built had become more elaborate with each passing day.

What started as a simple stone surface had evolved into a fully functional cooking station with storage areas for herbs, fruits, and the various tools we’d salvaged or created.

It was nothing like the state-of-the-art kitchen on the yacht, but somehow, I loved it more.

“You’re humming,” Jonathan said, approaching with an armful of firewood.

I hadn’t realized I was making any sound at all. “Force of habit. I always hum when I’m comfortable in a kitchen.”

He set the wood down and wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chest warm against my back. “You never hummed on the yacht.”

“I wasn’t comfortable there,” I admitted. “There was too much pressure to be perfect.”

His lips brushed the sensitive spot just below my ear. “You are perfect.”

“Now, who’s full of it?” I laughed, turning in his arms to face him. “I’m sweaty, my hair is a disaster, and I’m pretty sure these shorts have seen better days.”

Jonathan’s hands slid to my hips, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt to touch my belly. “Perfect,” he repeated, his voice dropping to that tone that never failed to make my insides melt.

I rose on my toes to kiss him, still marveling at how quickly this had become natural between us. His mouth opened under mine, and for a moment, I forgot all about the fish I was supposed to be preparing for lunch.

A rustling in the nearby bushes broke us apart. We both tensed, scanning the tree line. After weeks, we’d encountered various island wildlife—mostly birds and small reptiles—but nothing dangerous.

“It’s probably just a bird,” I said.

Jonathan didn’t look convinced. He moved toward the sound, putting himself between me and whatever might emerge.

A flash of vibrant color darted from the bushes—a parrot, its bright plumage an igniting color against the green foliage. It perched on a nearby branch, studying us with curious eyes.

“Well, hello there,” I said softly.

The bird tilted its head, then let out a squawk that sounded almost like “hello” before flying off.

“Did that bird just—” Jonathan began.

“Talk? I think it did.” I laughed. “Maybe we’re not the first humans to end up here.”

“Or someone’s pet escaped from a passing boat.” Jonathan returned to my side. “Either way, at least we know there’s intelligent life besides us.”

“That’s debatable,” I teased, poking him in the ribs. “You did insist on going into that yacht during high tide yesterday.”

“And I found more rope, which we needed.” His hands returned to my waist. “Stop trying to distract me.”

“From what?”

“From this.” He pulled me close again, his mouth dropping into mine and sucking in my tongue. We’d quickly learned each other’s bodies over the past week, discovering what made the other sigh, moan, or beg for more.

I melted against him, my arms winding around his neck. When we finally broke apart, we were both panting.

“The fish,” I murmured against his lips.

“Can wait.” His hands slid lower, cupping my bottom and lifting me with ease. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, and he pulled my shorts down and pushed his hard dick inside me.

“Ooooh… my Jonathan…” I moaned, my head falling back and rolling side to side.

“My Janet,” he murmured, stroking me deep and hard over and over.

Our bodies stung as we banged together, and pleasure rippled through me in a heatwave.

“Ooou… I can never get enough,” I purred.

“Never do,” he drawled, keeping his rhythm steady. “Never do…”

Jonathan grabbed my hips and dug deep, rotating his hips then popping my pussy fast then slow. He was driving me wild enough but every time he switched his rotation, slowed, then sped up, it pulled my orgasm even lower.

“I’m going to come!”

Passion drove our desire as he pummeled me while sucking my tongue and I drenched his shaft.

“Ooooooh!”

“Janet… sweetheart, my lover…” he moaned. “I can’t stop. I can’t….”

“Don’t,” I said, even though my pussy was tingling like toes that had fell asleep.

Jonathan pulled out of me, perched me on a flat stone, turned me, and bent me over my stone countertop. I couldn’t protest and didn’t dare to, so when he entered me from behind, I practically crawled on top of my kitchen.

“Aht, aht… come here.”

He grabbed my arms, pulled them behind me and crossed my wrists and held them together in one hand while he lifted my leg with the other and pumped into me.

“Oh! Oh! Ooooooh Jonathan!”

My pleasure ignited more than I thought it could.

Being in the open having sex was new for me.

Something I’d only explored with him. But knowing no one was around made this type of sexual freedom liberating in a way that made me want to make this a thing between us regardless if we were rescued or not.

My ass stung as our bodies collided and I sprung off his hard dick like a bouncing yo-yo.

“Aaaah! Jonathan!”

“Yes, baby, yes! Throw that ass back at me,” he growled.

“Oooou shit!”

I did as I was told, meeting his fervent plunges as I pushed my ass back.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

I came again and didn’t get to warn him. “Shit, shit, shit!” My pussy palpitated like a heartbeat and he gripped me tighter and fucked me harder.

“Janeeeeeeet!”

Our bodies burned from the force of our sex and just when I thought I would become delirious, he pulled out and shot warm come on my ass and up my back.

“Oooooh…”

I wiggled from his grasped and turned, squatted, and opened my mouth, attempting to taste the orgasm he gave up as he was still emptying himself.

My mouth closed over his curved dick, and I moaned, closing my eyes.

“Shit, fuck!” His hand dug into my scalp and gripped my hair, and I locked my jaws and pulled the remaining nut down my throat.

“Mmmmm.” When I opened my eyes, he stared at me like an uncaged animal.

“You’re such a bad fuckin’ girl.”

I smiled and licked my lips. “And I could use some of you as my seasoning.”

His gaze darkened. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why?”

“We’ll never make it back to the food.”

I laughed, stood to my feet, remove my clothes, and ran to the freshwater pit before I made him make do on his threat.

“Never in a million years did I think we’d be here like this. Now we’re...”

“Now we’re what?” He shifted to look at me with curiosity in his expression.

I hesitated. What were we? Lovers, certainly. Friends, definitely. But no label seemed adequate for what had developed between us.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “What would you call this?”

He leaned in and bit my bottom lip. “Something I never expected to find. Especially not here.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“Maybe I don’t have one.” He pulled me closer. “Does it need a name? Can’t we just be us?”

I wanted to push, to define whatever this was, but the vulnerability in his eyes stopped me. This undefined territory was uncomfortable for a man who had controlled every aspect of his life.

“Yeah,” I said instead. “We can just be us.”

We finally returned to the abandoned fish, which had to be discarded. Instead, Jonathan suggested checking the traps he’d set on the other side of the island.

“We need to collect more of those herbs you found near the waterfall anyway,” he said.

We made our way across the island, following the path we’d marked.

The journey had become easier with each trip, and our bodies adjusted to the terrain.

Jonathan held branches aside for me, his hand finding mine at difficult crossings.

These small acts of consideration had become second nature to him.

At the waterfall, we took a detour for a swim, unable to resist the clear water. What started as cooling off quickly evolved into more, our bodies coming together under the cascade again.

“We’re never going to get anything done at this rate,” I laughed afterward, floating on my back in the pool.

Jonathan swam alongside me. “Is that a complaint?”

“Not even close.”

I spotted something floating in the sky beyond the trees as we dressed and prepared to continue to the traps.

“Jonathan, look!” I pointed to a small white object moving across the distant blue expanse.

He shaded his eyes, squinting. “Is that?—”

“A plane!” We both shouted at once.

We scrambled to the highest point, waving frantically and shouting, though we knew it was too far away to hear us. The plane continued its path, not deviating.

“Damn it,” Jonathan muttered as it disappeared from view. “We need a better signal. Something they can see from a distance.”

For the first time in days, I saw the return of his focused determination—the man who solved problems through sheer force of will. It was familiar and somehow distant, a reminder of the world beyond our island.

“The signal fire,” I said. “We need to make it bigger and more visible.”

He nodded. “And we should have something ready to create smoke—green branches, wet leaves. It will draw attention.”

We abandoned our original plan and returned to camp, our earlier playfulness replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. The plane reminded us that we were lost, not on vacation.

Jonathan spent the rest of the day gathering materials for a more substantial signal, his expression set in concentration. I watched him working, sweat glistening on his bare back as he hauled branches and positioned them for maximum visibility.

“You’re going to work yourself to exhaustion,” I said, bringing him water.

He took the leaf cup from me, drinking deeply. “We can’t miss another chance. We need to be ready.”

I touched his arm. “We will be. But killing yourself won’t help.”

His shoulders slumped slightly. “I know. It’s just—seeing that plane made it real again. We need to get off this island.”

The words stung more than they should have. “Right.”

He caught my tone immediately, turning to face me. “Janet, that’s not?—”

“No, you’re right,” I interrupted. “This isn’t real life. It’s a pause button.”

Jonathan brushed a strand of hair from my face. “That’s not what I meant. These weeks with you have been more real than anything I’ve experienced in years.”

“But?”

“But we can’t live on coconuts and fish forever.” He pulled me against him. “Think of all we could do with actual ingredients. I want to see you in a real kitchen again, creating those dishes you’ve described. I want to take you places, show you things beyond this beach.”

I hadn’t expected that. “You’ve been thinking about... after?”

“Haven’t you?”

I’d deliberately avoided it, afraid of what returning to civilization would mean for us. “I thought maybe this was just island fever for you. Something that would end once we were rescued.”

His expression darkened. “Is that what you think of me? That I’d discard you once we’re back?”

“No,” I said quickly. “But our worlds are so different, Jonathan. You run a pharmaceutical empire. I’m a chef with a failed restaurant and barely enough savings to start over.”

“And?”

“And billionaires don’t date chefs they pulled off reality cooking shows.”

He actually laughed, which wasn’t the reaction I expected. “Says who? Some rulebook I don’t know about?” His hands cupped my face. “I don’t give a damn about what billionaires supposedly do. I care about you. About us.”

The conviction in his voice made my throat tight. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He kissed me softly. “So, let’s get off this island so I can prove it to you.”

After that, we worked together to reinforce the signal fire and establish a system to generate smoke quickly if needed. By sunset, we were both exhausted but satisfied with our preparations.

That night, as we lay in our shelter, watching the stars through gaps in the palm fronds, I allowed myself to imagine a future beyond the island—a future with Jonathan—not as employer and employee, but as equals sharing something real.

It was a dangerous indulgence, this hope. But as his arms tightened around me in sleep, I couldn’t help believing it might be possible.