Page 72 of The Business of Love Box Set 1: Books 1 - 4

KIMBERLY

T he scent of Rick’s sandalwood and bergamot cologne mixed with the salty sea air was doing something to my body.

I was warm but there were goosebumps on my skin as he ran his hands down my arms to take one of my hands and lead me over to the blanket.

We sat down, our hips pressed together, and lowered ourselves down onto our backs to look up at the stars.

I felt like such an insignificant speck looking up at a universe of infinity.

In all of this, all these stars and galaxies and lives and experiences, how did I get lucky enough to be the girl lying here beside Rick Garrett?

I didn’t have an answer to my own question. All I could do was marvel at it all—how surreal and profound it all felt.

“What are you thinking about?” Rick asked.

I gazed up at him and snuggled into his side. He wrapped an arm around me. “You,” I said simply.

“Me?”

“You. Me. Us. How we’re out here. How I spent every day this past year wondering what it might be like to be with you, and now? Well, I don’t have to wonder. It’s magical.”

He chuckled softly and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Not all the time.”

“It sure feels like it’s all the time so far,” I whispered. Then I pushed myself up, swung one leg over his hips, and straddled him. He put his hands on my thighs and I leaned over him with my hands pressed to his chest. “If I’m being honest, this all feels a little too good to be true.”

He gripped my thighs and I felt him getting hard between my legs. “I can spoil it for you if you want, just so you don’t feel like you’re losing touch with reality. What would do it for you? I could make some misogynistic comments or—”

“Shut up.” I giggled. “You and I both know you wouldn’t dare.”

“You don’t know me.”

I rolled my hips. “Pretty sure I do. And you, sir, are no misogynist.”

“Only in the bedroom.”

I arched an eyebrow.

He gave my ass a hard slap. “And you like it,” he said.

He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t hate it. In fact, our last sexual escapade had been playing on repeat in my head ever since we got on the plane back in Nashville. I knew how our night was going to end and I’d be a bold-faced liar if I claimed I hadn’t been looking forward to it all damn day.

Rick was a gentleman by day and a bad boy by night. He knew all the right places to touch to make me come unbound in his hands, and once I was vulnerable, he owned me and my soul until sunrise.

I ran a finger down his chest. “What are the chances of any of your staff wandering up here and catching us?”

“Catching us doing what?” he asked innocently.

“You know what, smart ass.”

His chuckle was deep and it vibrated against the inside of my thighs. “I may or may not have told them to stay below deck until we take things down to the bedroom.”

What was the bedroom of a billionaire like on a yacht? I couldn’t fathom what sort of accommodations I’d be staying in tonight, so I shook the thought from my mind. For now, all I wanted was to treat him right and feel him inside me.

I shimmied down his legs to sit on his thighs so I could undo his pants.

He watched me work with his hands clasped behind his head.

When I pulled him free of his boxers, I inched farther down his legs so I could lean over and tease him with my tongue.

He sucked in a sharp breath that worked as a signal for me to begin.

His eyes closed when I took him in my mouth and guided him to the back of my throat.

I worked him over, nice and slow at first, and then I bobbed on his dick like I did it for a living.

His fingers plunged into my hair and held me down.

I moaned around him, gripped his thighs, and teased him with my tongue until he let me up for air.

Then I did it all over again until he was too sensitive to take anymore.

He wrapped an arm around me and rolled me over onto my back on the blanket.

I licked my lips. “Can’t take anymore, champ?”

“You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

“I like my odds.”

Rick ran his hands up my legs and pushed my dress up over my thighs and hips. He paused and peered up at me. “No panties?”

I wiggled playfully beneath him. “Surprise.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and reached for his tie. Then I pulled him toward me for a breath-stealing kiss. When I released him, I could feel my cheeks burning. “Oh yes, you do.”

Rick settled between my thighs and slid his hands under my hips.

I lay back down on the blanket and looked at the stars as he ran his tongue up and down my aching pussy.

By now, he must have known I’d been thinking about this all day, hence the no panties and how swollen and pink I already was.

I’d been ready for this since ten this morning.

And now that it was here, I was finally free to descend into bliss, to relinquish control, hand the reins over to him, and let him have his way with me.

As someone whose job was to always maintain control, there was nothing sweeter than abandoning that course and letting all the unimportant stuff melt away.

Rick sealed his lips over my clit and suckled gently as he eased a finger inside me.

The sensations made my breath hitch in my throat and I clutched the blanket beneath me.

He moaned against my flesh and gave me another finger.

My eyes practically rolled back in my head.

When he pushed upward, knowing the exact sweet spot, I came apart at the seams and he worked me over until I burst apart and came hard and fast with a cry I couldn’t hold on to.

Clearly pleased with himself, he straightened up, a smirk playing on his handsome and talented lips. “I could listen to you come all night,” he said hoarsely.

I hooked my legs around him and pulled him down to me. “That could be arranged.”

His pants were still up, but his cock was out, and he ran the length of himself up and down my dripping pussy.

He was a tease. A downright tease.

And I fucking loved it.

His kiss tasted like red wine and me. I was so turned on it was impossible to keep my hands to myself. I explored every inch of him and managed to get him out of his shirt while he continued to rub against me. I was a panting puddle of desire by the time he worked his pants down his thighs.

“Do you have a condom?” I breathed.

He pulled one from his pocket and twirled it in front of my eyes between two fingers. “Of course. You didn’t think I’d go through all of this work and then be unprepared for the big moment, did you?”

“Oh baby,” I cooed. “The yacht was the big moment.”

He gave me a devilish grin. “Careful.”

“What are you going to do? Punish me?”

He moved in close and nipped at my lips. Then he used my own words against me. “That could be arranged.”

He handed me the condom and crushed his lips to mine in a desperate, breathless kiss.

I sacrificed air for his kiss and clung to him.

My hands were in his hair and cupping his cheeks and wandering down his neck.

I traced his Adam’s apple with my thumb and relished the abrasive stubble on his jaw against my fingertips.

When I could no longer stand to wait, I tore open the condom and somehow managed to roll it onto his cock.

Then he dropped his hips and pushed against me.

He slid inside me, pushing me open, filling me up until I thought I would burst. I held him inside me and he stroked my cheek and gave me sweet gentle kisses until I relaxed.

Then his hand cupped the back of my neck hard.

His fingers pressed in under my jaw. My lips curled in a smile as he pulled out and drove back in, testing me.

When I didn’t cry out, he fucked me hard and deep and his fingers on my neck made me dizzy in the most glorious way.

I lost all sense of who I was and where we were.

I abandoned sense and clung to the pleasure of my second climax so fiercely that I was nothing but sex.

Nothing but lust.

Rick released my neck, pulled out, and flipped me over onto my hands and knees.

I went without protest and stifled a cry when he filled me up again.

He gripped my hips, held me down, and fucked me until I couldn’t hold myself up and I was face first in the blanket, which I used to smother the cries of yet another orgasm.

Then I was on top riding him reverse cowgirl. My feet were on his thighs and he thrust beneath me while I rubbed my clit and descended into a fit of euphoria. Rick joined me, and when we were both spent, we settled back onto the blankets, half-naked, breathless, and sweaty.

“Is your yacht soundproof?” I wondered aloud, fearing his entire staff had heard my cries.

“Yes,” he said.

“You’re lying.”

“Also yes,” he mused.

I giggled and kissed his bare chest. “Your poor staff.”

He rolled over and held himself above me. His handsome face was framed with stars winking above him. I was certain it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Then he smiled.

That was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Screw the staff,” he said. “Tonight is about you and me. And we’re only getting started.”