A Rose For The Billionaire: Betting On You Series: Book Six

by Jeannette Winters

  She looked at him puzzled. “I do, but I want to spend this time with you, not someone else.”

  Doug grinned. “Trust me, the time will indeed be ours. There are things people don’t know about me. Before I joined the Marines I wanted to study medicine to be involved in helping people recover from injuries. My high school guidance counselor talked me into going to school to become a sports massage therapist.”

  Rose looked him over as though she didn’t believe what he was telling her. It didn’t fit his mold at all.

  “No. It’s not a line so I can get my hands on you. I really was licensed. I haven’t done it in about fifteen years, but I don’t think I’ve lost my touch. What do you say? Are you willing to give it a try?” Doug winked at her as she contemplated his offer.

  “Right here on the beach?”

  Doug stepped under the canopy and untied one set of the cornered panels, and the white cotton fabric fell, creating a makeshift wall. Then he went and did the same to two other corners. He left the front open, facing the ocean.

  “Your very own private spa. Just you, me, and the ocean.”

  She looked up and down the beach as though making sure no one else was around.

  “Trust me, Rose, we have this entire beach to ourselves. I’ll make a fire while you undress. There is a sheet on the table to cover yourself. I’ll start with your back so lie on your stomach facing the ocean.” He kept his tone professional, so she felt comfortable. This was exactly what she needed. Her body had been battered and bruised. Although she emotionally was doing so much better, he wanted to ease the tension in her body. The proper technique would increase the blood flow to the affected areas, and tomorrow she’d feel amazing. All she needed to do was trust him.

  Giving her no chance to dispute his intentions, he stepped out from under the canopy and headed toward the wood pile.

  Doug was attuned to his surroundings, and he knew Rose hadn’t budged. He could try to convince her, but he knew she was processing everything. Why wouldn’t she? He’d just asked her to get naked on their very first date. Fuck, I’m not sure I officially asked her out. Damn, I suck at this. Although it was an innocent request, it sure as hell was an odd one. What the fuck ever made me think I could pull off a romantic date? I’m the least romantic man who ever lived.

  He didn’t want to face her disappointment. Things had been going well so far. The ball was in her court. If she wanted the massage, she’d let him know, and if she didn’t, he’d respect that.

  “I’ll be by the fire. Call me if you decide you want this.”

  He stacked the wood and used kindling to start the fire. The sun had already begun to set; it’d be dark in less than an hour. They were going to need the fire if they were going to be sitting on the beach later. Although it never got cold there, the breeze off the ocean could be cool.

  He was about to sit on the sandy beach when he heard her call out.

  “Ready.”

  At least one of us is. No matter how hard he was telling himself this was only a professional massage, his body was reacting to the thought of touching her. He controlled his actions, and she wasn’t at risk of being taken advantage of. That didn’t mean his cock wasn’t going to be trying to fuck with him the entire time.

  Rose couldn’t believe she was lying naked, waiting for Doug to massage her. She could picture doing many things with him naked, but none of it in public. She reminded herself that the beach was empty. The sun would set very soon, and no matter what, only she and Doug would know what happened under that canopy.

  Lying on her stomach with her arms folded and her chin resting on her hands, she had the perfect view of the sunset. No one had ever taken such tender care of her. Is it just because it’s Doug, or is this the most romantic date I’ve been on? Quietly, Doug entered the canopy and avoided meeting her gaze. She was tempted to reach out and touch him as he walked past but resisted. For the moment, she’d let him do his thing. He said he was a trained professional and heck, her body needed a massage right now. It’d been days since she’d felt like herself. This was what she needed. Or at least, a great way to start before I can have what I really need.

  She had no idea what was wrong with her. It wasn’t as though she’d never been attracted to a man before. And she wasn’t a virgin either. She felt no interest in intimacy with the last few guys she’d dated. Rose was beginning to think there was something wrong with her. But around Doug, she knew better. I can’t stop thinking about Doug touching me.

  Rose tried to get all thoughts of him out of her mind. He planned this for her, and she wasn’t going to ruin it for him. She respected he was trying to be professional. No matter what the pulsating need between my legs says.

  She focused on the beautiful sunset, enjoying the sky’s bright orange reflecting off the high, thin layer of clouds. When was the last time I stopped and took time to enjoy a sunset?

  No matter how beautiful the sight was, her body refused to ignore the feel of the sheet being pulled down to expose her back to Doug.

  He stood at the right side of her, and his strong hands started at the center of her back pressing gently down her spine. He removed his hands, and she felt warm liquid dripping down the same path his hands had just traveled. When he resumed his massage, his fingers glided from her spine outward, over her ribcage, and down the side of her body, stopping just before touching the outer side of her left breast. His hands were large, and when he spread his fingers, he covered almost the entire side of her back.

  She’d had many massages over the years, and she instantly knew Doug hadn’t been feeding her a line. He. Is. So. Good. Each touch relaxed her more than the one before. Her eyes closed and she rested her forehead in the cradle of the bed. Doug took her arms and moved them to her side, his fingers moving down her shoulders to her fingers. Each finger was tugged gently, stretching out her ligaments.

  Then he walked around the table and did the same to the other side. His hands were on her lower back and the top of her glutes, down over her hips, up her side and repeated again. It was a rhythm that rocked her, building up a need for more. She wanted him to remove the sheet covering her bare bottom and knead her butt cheeks. He didn’t.

  Instead, he lifted the sheet off her legs. Once again she felt the warm oils being poured on each leg. As his hands massaged their way from the back of her thigh to her feet, she felt more than the heat from the oil warming her body. His hands began to massage her inner thigh and back down her leg again. She had no idea what got into her, but she found herself opening her legs wider.

  She swore she heard Doug gasp at her boldness. Rose wanted to feel his touch higher, yet no matter how she adjusted her hips, welcoming him, he refused. It was embarrassing when she heard a moan rumble through her.

  He covered her again then stood on the left side and held open the right side. “Okay, turn over.”

  His voice didn’t hold a hint of desire. Was it just her going crazy with need? I should tell him I’ve had enough. I want to stop. But damn it, it feels too good. I don’t want his touch to end. What would he do if I lost the sheet completely?

  Rolling on her back, she kept her eyes closed. Did he look over the sheet? Her arms at her side, Doug stood at the head of the table. He’d put the warm oil on his hands this time, and she felt his strong hands start on her shoulders, kneading each sore and well-used muscle. As he tenderly kneaded, his hands continued to move along the back of her neck and down the front of her chest stopping at the crest of her breast. She knew her nipples were hard. Could he see them through the sheet? Probably so, yet something within her didn’t care. She wanted him and wasn’t ashamed of it. If she had her way, she’d end this massage and have him join her under this sheet, although the massage table might not hold their weight. It could be fun trying . . .

  Another moan escaped her lips as his hands trailed down her throat and over her chest. Her breasts swelled and ached for attention. She arched her back, causing the sheet to slip down a little. She k
new her nipples were taut and engorged with desire, and her breasts were fully exposed, yet he didn’t touch them. Instead, his hands took a path no other therapist’s had. Removing the rest of the sheet, his hands went below her breasts, over her flat stomach, and stopped below her belly button, then up her side again. “Oh . . . that feels so good.”

  She hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud, yet Rose knew her body was giving away far more than any words could say. He didn’t reply. Instead, his hands continued to caress her. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being a therapeutic massage and had become a caress. An extremely erotic caress.

  Being so tall, he could easily lean over her, stretching to touch her. She couldn’t stand it. Rose had the perfect view of his bare chest, and his huge biceps continued to pass over her. She lifted her hands to run them up his arms. She felt his arms tense with her touch.

  “Doug, I—”

  “Shh. Just enjoy.” His voice was deeper and huskier.

  With anyone else, she’d have felt self-conscious and never would’ve been so bold. Doug made her forget her inhibitions. Her body was on fire, and she needed him. She caught hold of the sheet with her feet and edged it farther down. She lay naked before him. So. Turned. On.

  “Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

  “Fuck,” she heard him groan.

  She grabbed his wrists and urged his hands lower. Although she enjoyed each and every touch, the ache between her legs became harder to ignore. She needed him to touch her more intimately.

  “In time, angel.” Doug didn’t refuse her request. He moved his hand lower, and she opened her legs to him. His fingers slipped through her wet folds and over her swollen clit. Her body almost exploded.

  Lifting her hips, she pumped her flesh against his hand. He called her angel as he muttered a few expletives, but she was a vixen. It was sweet torture each time a finger slid over her clit. Her pulse was racing; this wasn’t the time to be timid.

  He was treating her as though she was fragile; she was anything but. She wanted him to take his clothes off and bury himself deep inside her. To replace his hand with his mouth and to fill her mouth with his own sweetness. She gripped him again, her fingers practically digging into the taut muscles of his forearm, and strained to open her legs wider. His response was to increase the strokes over her clit. Each time faster than the one before. Digging her heels into the massage bed, she lifted her hips, frantically meeting each stroke. The heat in the pit of her stomach spread throughout her body. Her breathing became pants as he continued his assault on her clit.

  “Doug, I need you.”

  “You have me, Rose.”

  Trying to catch her breath, she pulled harder on him. “Inside me. I need you inside me,” she begged him.

  While still stroking her feverishly, she took his other hand so he could slip a finger inside her; Rose’s body went rigid, and her cries of passion echoed through the sky as her core clenched around Doug’s finger. Each wave stronger than the first. Doug entered her with a second finger bringing her climax to yet another level. Doug. Oh, Doug.

  She could barely breathe, yet she reached up and gripping him large frame the best she could in this position, pulled him down to her roughly. “Please,” she begged again.

  For the second time this evening, Doug didn’t deny her. As he let her go, he stood and quickly removed his clothing. She’d rolled over to watch. He was magnificent to look at, and she could stare at him forever, but she wanted more than looking.

  “That was the most fucking exquisite thing I’ve ever seen,” he said. She almost moaned again, hearing his deep, raspy voice. God. This man.

  Doug stepped closer to her, and she ran her hand down his broad chest, over his rock-hard abs, and stopped at his cock. Everything was big on him, so she should’ve guessed this would be as well.

  Rose grasped it, her slender fingers barely able to wrap around him. She slowly stroked him. Long strokes from the base to the tip. She increased the rhythm, stroking him faster and harder. His male scent filled her nostrils, and she wanted to taste his sweetness. She could feel him throbbing under her grip and let her tongue lick the head. He shuddered and tangled his fingers in her long hair, pulling it back from her face. She turned her eyes up to see him watching her closely. It was erotic, knowing he was watching her.

  “So beautiful, Rose. So damn beautiful,” he garbled as though he was unable to concentrate on anything other than her hand on his cock and her mouth that was about to devour him.

  It made her body burn with desire. Before she could take him in her mouth, his hands gripped hers, preventing her from continuing. There was no denying he was enjoying it.

  “Angel, if you do that, I’m not going to be able to hold back.” Doug moved her hands and pulled her against him. His entire body was hot and hard against her cool soft one. “Do you know what you do to me?” he asked, never breaking eye contact.

  “Tell me,” Rose said to him seductively. She didn’t want him to regain control. She enjoyed seeing him affected. She wanted to bring him over the edge, make him feel as damn good as she did.

  God, help me, I want this man.

  He didn’t answer. Instead, his head dropped to her neck, nibbling gently. He pulled her higher into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hot cock teased her in pure torture. As she opened her mouth to tell him, he claimed her lips. His kiss, though rough, was met just as fiercely by her own. She’d never felt such raw desire or hunger. She purred softly into his mouth, and he snapped.

  Any restraint he’d been holding was lost. Her hands gripped his shoulders, as if they were her lifeline, and she positioned herself for what was only inches away.

  “Rose, we can’t. I don’t have any protection.” Doug’s voice was filled with frustration.

  “I’m on the pill.” Although true, she always used a condom as well. Tonight would be the first time she broke that rule.

  Doug looked deeply into her eyes, and she felt he could see her soul. Her own desire was reflected by his.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” Doug said, his voice hoarse with need.

  “You couldn’t if you tried,” Rose said, claiming his lips.

  She felt Doug position himself, the head of his cock now between her wet folds, her own juices ready to blend with his. He slowly entered her. She slid down him and took him completely inside her. Oh my God, Doug. He filled her completely.

  Doug gripped her ass and lifted her again as he entered her. Each time faster and deeper. She thought her body couldn’t take more. It was the sweetest pain she’d ever known. When she thought there couldn’t be more, her hips ground down to him, begging. And he gave it.

  Her moans filled the air. His strong arms controlled each movement as he plunged deep inside. “Oh, sweet angel, you feel so damn good.”

  “Doug, don’t stop.” So, so good. Never this good.

  Her pleas were answered as he increased the rhythm. He’d positioned himself so he stroked her G-spot. Normally, to achieve an orgasm, she needed to touch her clit. What he was doing to her right now was building into something so strong her body shivered and tingled with unknown bursts of ecstasy. Her toes curled as she began to release. Her core gripped him so tightly she feared she’d hurt him, yet he never stopped plunging into her.

  “Doug, oh, Doug. Yes. Yes! Doug, yes!”

  She screamed his name over and over as her body shook. He held her as she wildly bucked against him, his fingers digging into the flesh of her bottom as she lost control. Then she felt his body tense like her own, and a deep growl escaped him as his own hot release joined hers. Holy. Shit.

  Once their bodies quieted, Doug carried her to the blanket he had prepared by the fire. Gently he laid her down before joining her. She rolled up against him. Her body was spent, but she felt better than ever. She wasn’t sure what it was they had shared, but it wasn’t just sex.

  She was tempted to ask him, but tonight she only wanted to enjoy the feel of
being in his arms.

  Lying under the stars, she closed her eyes, and as she drifted off to sleep, she remembered their earlier conversation. He’s leaving. I know he has things to settle regarding his father, but he’s never mentioned anything beyond that. Could this be all I have with him? One night?

  The painful thought of not seeing him again was too much to bear. She’d never felt such joy and panic at the same time. But she needed to do the one thing she didn’t want to do. Be strong for him. He has to go, but I know he’ll stay if I ask him. This isn’t about what I want, it’s about what he needs to do. And all I can do is hope he returns.

  For the next few hours, she was going to enjoy their time together. No matter how tired she was, she refused to sleep until he was gone.

  Running her hand over his muscular chest, her body came alive with yearning once again. Pulling herself up to practically lie on top of him, she knew how she wanted to spend these hours. She knew he felt the same as his cock hardened beneath her.

  “I want you,” she said.

  His answering smile was all the confirmation she needed.

  He gripped her waist and rolled them over so she now lay beneath him. “This time, we go slowly so I can taste every inch of you.”

  Yes. Please.

  The moon was glowing behind him as he claimed her lips. This night was magical, and she’d never forget one detail.

  Chapter Eleven

  Sitting on her couch the next morning, Rose daydreamed about the previous night. One minute she was living in post-orgasmic bliss and the next she was desperately sad Doug was gone.

  Doug had told her he was leaving, and she was prepared for it. They’d shared an amazing afternoon and night together. One she’d never imagined. Yet when he told her they needed to get back to the suite so he could pack, it almost ripped her apart.

  It wasn’t a feeling she was accustomed to. Rose had had relationships before and never blinked an eye when they parted. Why is this so different? Heck, we don’t even have a relationship, and I’m missing him.