by Lauren Wood
The yacht was an amazing piece of machinery. Jordan was able to manipulate it in his hands like he had been doing it all of his life. He was wearing only his boxer shorts; a silk pair that he found was perfect for the kind of blazing heat that was burning down from above. They were docked off a nude beach in the Riviera.
Lila in a very revealing yellow bikini was now standing wearing a pair of sunglasses and drinking a flute of champagne. She stood beside her husband and the excitement of being free was not lost on her. The projection of his weapon through that thin material was leaving no doubt that his love for her was a raging stone. “I never knew what paradise look like, but this really does feel like a dream come true. It’s been almost a month and I have this cute little baby bump. I never thought that I could love anything as much as I do this child.” Still having a mouthful of the champagne, she went down on her knees and fished through the opening to get at the hard and demanding object between his legs.
“I’m not complaining and the fact that you are insatiable is only an added bonus. I know that it might have something do with your raging hormones, but I’m not one to shine a light on any of that. You’ve had some interesting mood swings, but usually I just close myself off in the other room, until you settle down. I would say that if the boat is rocking don’t come knocking, but I think that would be a little crude.” Jordan looked down at the mirrored sunglasses. He couldn’t see her eyes, but her mouth was now busy at giving him that pleasure that he was never going to get used to.
“I think you know that idle hands are the devil’s playground. I will never let you think that I’m taking you for granted. This will always be something that I covet and I don’t want you to forget that.” The vacuum seal of her mouth drew him across her tongue and to the back of her mouth. The way that he was nudging to gain entry to her throat was now rewarded by her letting him feel what she had taught to be the best at. “I want him and I never want to be without him. I can’t even take my eyes off of him even if I wanted to. This has all the makings of a good thing. I’m definitely going to do something about it. What’s going on between him and me is something epic. I don’t know if it can get any better than this, but I doubt it.”
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to have something to clean up. I can’t think of anything else, but how bad I want you right now, Lila. We have some memories to make and there’s no reason to hold back. The night is definitely young and we should pace ourselves.” Jordan looked out at the sunrise. Getting the top of his cock blown off by the insistence of her mouth and that magical setting was better than anything that he had ever seen or felt before.
Everything was coming together and the way that his balls had turned into grapefruits was a good way for her to know that she was getting the job done. She had submitted to many of his whims, including that of being tied up and used.
Jordan was close, but he didn’t want to finish it this way. His thoughts were consumed by something else. He stopped her with his hand on top of her forehead. She looked disappointed, but that was going to change with the feel of his cock pushing aside the flimsy material of her bikini bottom. He turned her quickly, bent her over and stuck his head in between the cheeks of where he was going to bury himself in a second. His tongue stretched out to its maximum length. He used it to spear her.
“I don’t think that its’ right that we put on a show for those on shore. I don’t see any way that I’m going to stop you. It’s not like I’m going to put up much of a fight.” Having an audience might be something of a secret aphrodisiac that I didn’t even know that I had.”
“I’m down on my knees showing you how much you mean to me, but I think that the three words that you’re looking for is that I love you.” He saw her turn towards him with that pretty smile and those three words had definitely made her day. She reached back and pulled her bikini bottom to the side and held it there for him to get up behind her. His instrument slid effortlessly into her wet quim and the heat that surrounded him was like his personal haven away from the real world.
He had stolen her away from a life that she didn’t want and was grateful to have the chance to let the past float away like it was somebody else’s. “I know that you love me, Jordan and that has never been something that I doubted. Give me what I want, or I might have to reach back and take it from you.” She felt him touch her lips and that was the moment that she went off. She screamed and saw a couple people that were lying near the shore raise up on their elbows to witness their own personal x rated movie.
“I think… That somebody likes being watched.” He actually got a secret thrill out of putting on a show. He was putting on a performance of a lifetime. He had a hold of her hips and was driving into her body incessantly. They were screaming at each other to go faster and harder. People were standing on the beach shielding their eyes from the sun and giving them the respect of their undivided attention. “Fuck…you have no idea what this feels like. You have me at a loss for words and the only thing that I can do is moan with desire.” Jordan watched, as her lips splayed open and then closed in around him every time that he buried himself to the hilt. The first orgasm was only a teaser and before long she was riding the wave of a multiple event.
She felt the pulsing of his organ and could feel that vein throbbing out of control. Her pussy was greedy and it swallowed his seed, as it shot out of him in eight huge streams that made her eyes wide.
He pulled out and stumbled back before grabbing onto the steering wheel behind him. They heard the chorus of applause and they walked naked and unashamed to the back of the boat to give a customary bow of appreciation.
They saw that their show had brought forth the establishment. The lifeguards were on their way to intervene, but they were already gunning the boat and skipping over the waves into the sunset.
THE END
MORE BAD BOY ROMANCE BY LAUREN WOOD
SEDUCED BY THE BILLIONAIRE BAD BOY
Selma fought to keep her tears back. The voice over the PA announced that all working personnel needed to report for flight 340, but she was frozen as she gripped the phone. “What are you saying?” she whispered.
“Babe, I feel like you’re not hearing me. We’re done. Sarah and I have been seeing each other for a few months now, and I’m happy with her. Can’t you be happy for us?”
“Happy for you? Greg, we’ve been together for two years. And Sarah is my friend. You’re not seriously telling me that you’ve been cheating on me,” she hissed. She felt her chest squeeze with anxiety. She’d been expecting Greg to propose, not break up with her.
“Cheating is such a harsh word babe. Sarah is my soul mate. If you loved me, you’d be happy for me.”
Narrowing her eyes, she finally let her anger take over. “You know what Greg? I do hope you and Sarah are happy together. I hope you’re happy that she’s ruined the best thing you’ve ever had,” she yelled before slamming the phone down.
Wiping the tears away, she turned to find an incredibly attractive man staring at her. Really? She just had to lose the man she thought she would marry, and the first man that she laid eyes on afterwards looked like be belonged on the cover of QC?
Probably another asshole. I’m sure he’s cheating on some unsuspecting and loving woman.
“What are you looking at?” she hissed before grabbing her luggage and stalking away. To make things worse, she now had a long flight ahead of her to London. Luckily, she’d be able to spend several days there before her flight back. She’d been looking forward to a small vacation. Now it was a necessity.
An older flight attendant met her on the plane and looked her over critically. “Your make-up is streaked,” she growled.
Flight attendants were supposed to look like perfection at all times.
“I’m so sorry. I can touch it up quickly.”
“Fine. You’ll be stationed in first class today. Fix you make-up and get to work. I’ve been told that we have a VIP on board today.”
First cla
ss? Selena’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, can I please work coach? I don’t think I’m in my right mind to work first class.”
The woman surveyed her coldly. “I don’t make the manifesto. Get your make-up fixed and get to work.”
Great. First class meant a bunch of rich assholes that wanted to slap her ass and demand entertainment. It took inner strength to deal with first class, and she simply didn’t have it today. “Fine,” she muttered as she headed to fix her make-up. Her blond hair was still perfectly coiffed on top of her head, but her mascara was streaked. She made the necessary arrangements and went to start the pot of coffee. When they made the call for first class passengers, she positioned herself at the opening and tried to smile brightly.
As the passengers filed in, she directed them to their seats. Her heart dropped when she recognized one of the passengers.
“Ma’am.” The gorgeous man from the airport gave her a coy smile as he took his seat.
“Sir,” she swallowed hard. He could easily get her fired if he told anyone how rude she’d been to him. “I hope you enjoy your flight.”
“Oh, I intend to.” He stowed his bags above and took his seat. She groaned inwardly. It was going to be a long flight.
Hastily, she went back to greet the rest of the passengers. Taking her position at the front, she went through the motions of the safety speech. To her dismay, the man never took his eyes off her. Selena tried to focus on her motions, but she couldn’t help but feel like she knew him from somewhere.
The hours passed, and his eyes never left hers. She felt them when she went up and down the aisle to serve drinks. He asked for a glass of wine, and she was almost disgusted with the thrill of excitement that raced down her spine when his fingers brushed against hers. Jerking back, she narrowed her eyes in what she hoped was a stern look. She was not in the mood to flirt with someone who made more money in a day then she probably made all year.
Straightening her spine, she went to prepare the food. As she handed out their gourmet salmon dishes, he gave her a wicked smile. “Looks delicious.”
Rolling her eyes, she continued walking. He didn’t seriously think she was going to give him a pass to the mile high club simply because he appreciated the way she looked?
Then again, maybe he was simply talking about the salmon.
Safely behind the curtain, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. In her mind, she could see her boyfriend with his lips pressed to her friends.
Ex-boyfriend. Ex-friend.
When it was time to walk down the aisle with the trash bag, he took his time dropping his plate and cup in. His eyes lingered on hers. “Thank you. Everything was wonderful.”
Selena had expected something offensive to come out of his mouth. She almost smiled with relief. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she murmured.
“Selena, is it? You’re doing an excellent job making this flight entertaining for me.”
And there it was. She shook her head in disgust and walked away. The damn plane couldn’t land fast enough.
Finally, she got her wish. Wearied, she stood at the door with a smile. One by one, the passengers filed out. “Enjoy your time in London,” she muttered over and over again. She turned to do her final sweep through the cabin before she realized that there was one person left. Of course it was him.
“Sir? We’ve landed,” she said politely.
“Yes, I’m aware,” he said as he rose. “I wanted to speak with you in private, Selena.”
“Sir, if there is something bothering you, you can take it up with the airline,” she said stiffly.
“Selena…”
“You realize that I’m a person, right? I know there’s a lot of sexual innuendo surrounding flight attendants, but I am not here to indulge in one of your fantasies. All you men are the same. You just follow your dicks and forget that you could actually be hurting people in the process. Well, I am not interested. So please gather your things and exit the fucking plane,” she hissed. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she reddened. He nodded his head and quietly pulled down his luggage. Without a word, he walked away. Her heart pounding, she slowly lowered herself on trembling legs. No doubt he would get her fired for sure. Now she’d lose her job and her boyfriend all in one day.
“Way to go Selena,” she grumbled. It was all Greg’s fault.
***
Dragging herself to the hotel, she sighed with relief when she made it to the front desk. The taxi was grueling, and she’d been waiting for that moment where the airlines called her and fired her.
“Selena Cutler. I’m here with Junction Airlines,” she said tiredly. The front desk assistant widened her eyes. “Ms. Cutler! Yes!” She cleared her throat nervously and clicked on a few keys. “There have been a few changes. You’ve been upgraded to the penthouse.”
“The penthouse?” Selena nearly choked. “There must be some mistake. There’s no way the airlines is paying for me to stay in the penthouse.”
“No mistake. Besides, there are no other available rooms. So it’s either the penthouse or nothing.”
Selena blew out her breath and sighed. “Are you sure the airlines are covering this? I mean, why would they upgrade me?”
“I’m not sure, but our penthouse is very expensive. From one worker to another, take the room.”
Truth be told, Selena didn’t have the strength to fight. “Fine,” she muttered. She snagged the key and dragged her bag to the elevator. A bellhop tried to intervene, but she wasn’t in the mood. “I got it,” she barked as the elevator doors closed. All she wanted was a bath and bed. When she opened the doors to the penthouse, the view stole her breath away. The windows that surrounded the room gave her a panoramic view of London. “My God, the rich do have it made,” she muttered as she kicked off her shoes. With a smile of glee, she got a running start and jumped on the bed. Bouncing on the plush comforter, she let out a squeal of excitement. “Oh, this is the life.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
Screaming, Selena jumped from the bed and lifted her hands to defend herself. Leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom, the gorgeous man from the plane smirked at her.
“Oh my God, are you stalking me? Did you arrange this? This is beyond sick. I’m calling the police.”
“Whoa, hold on. I haven’t even had a chance to introduce myself. Joshua Guard.”
Selena froze. “Joshua Guard?” she whispered. “As in the Joshua Guard that owns Junction Airlines?” “The one and only. But that’s not important…”
She snorted and held up her hand. “I’m sorry, what? How is that not important? How were you on the plane and no one knew?”
“Well, I suppose it’s because none of you remember the handbook. My photo is on it,” he said dryly. “Not to mention that I still have to provide an ID to get on the plan as per federal law.”
Selena had two options here. She could beg for her job or she could tell Joshua to take a flying leap off a tall building. “Mr. Guard…” she began before a sudden thought struck her. Narrowing her eyes, she crossed her arms across her chest. “Exactly what am I doing in the penthouse suite?
You may be rich, but it can’t be legal to just change my room like this.”
“I own the hotel.”
Of course he did. “That still doesn’t answer my original question. You’re clearly staying in this room, so why am I staying in this room?”
“You were quite rude to me in the airport and on the plane. I thought you might like the chance to make it up to me,” he said with a small smile. Tired, Selena asked the first question that came to mind. “Is my job dependent on what happens in this room tonight?”
“I can see where you might be that impression, but I’m not that sort of man. I take a personal interest in my employees, and it’s clear that you’ve had a bad day. I’d like to see how I could help. I can’t have you being rude to more people on the flight back, now can I?” Joshua crossed the room to the mini-bar and poured himself a drin
k. “Whiskey?”
“No,” she muttered. “Look, I just need to rest and relax. My boyfriend of two years just announced that he’s been cheating on me with my friend. Apparently they’re in love. So yes, I am having a bad day. And I promise not to take it out on any more passengers.”
He whistled. “I thought it might be something like that. Of course, I only heard part of the conversation. Were you two having problems?”
“Problems? Greg and I never had problems. From the first date, everything about our relationship was so easy. That was what was so great about us. We didn’t fight. We enjoyed each other’s company. When he moved in, we found a routine. Everything worked. And now, suddenly, that wasn’t good enough for him. Cheating bastard,” she spat.
Joshua downed his whiskey. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a relationship that was easy.”
“Now you can understand why I’m upset.”
“That’s why you’re upset?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Selena shrugged. Was there another reason she should be upset?
“Relationships are hard. When you find one that’s easy, then that’s supposed to be the one.”
“I don’t think that’s true. What about your relationships before Greg?”
Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable. “Look, I’m not really willing to dive into my love life with someone that I just met.” She walked over to the window and stared out at the city below. Even this late into the night, London was lit up and buzzing with activity. In the reflection of the window, she saw him step up closer to her. Her muscles tightened, and she couldn’t believe when she felt a spark of lust.