Southern Charmed Billionaire

by Frasier, Kristin

  Hot simply wasn’t adequate enough to describe what was happening us. Our kisses were so scorching, the fire we held for one another burning us up as his hands lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me off somewhere in the jet.

  I didn’t know where; I couldn’t care less. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I needed him in me. Now.

  Finally, no more pretending!

  The door shut and my eyes flashed open. We were in a suite. We could’ve been in a park bench for all I could care.

  Searing, rip-roaring passionate, needing-to-fuck-you-now” was the only way to describe how primal our hands attacked each other’s bodies, ripping each other’s clothes of as if our survival depended on it.

  Mile high club, here I freakin’ come. Literally.

  “I’ve never had sex in a jet before, more or less a castle in the clouds.” I could barely get the words out, my breath heavy between our kisses as we undressed each other. “But this doesn’t mean anything. It just means… I might as well…enjoy myself while you kidnap me,” I released in the final breath I managed to get our before my slickness welcomed his thickness.

  “Those are the exact words I wanted to hear,” he managed to get out before he let out his own sign of relief as he filled my tightness.

  Oh that delicious feeling of being filled by Atticus Branch the Third! Simply delicious.

  I sighed as my fingers clawed into his back muscles. Finally!

  Finally!

  My legs wrapped around him as he drove into me, kissing my neck, my lips, my ears, my forehead. His hands cupped my breasts in ample, full grasps as he cupped them and twisted my nipples.

  My body tensed around him and I held on for dear life as he thrust into me. Every single push was filled with intense pleasure and I cried out into his ear, biting his earlobe with passion.

  I loved the way he felt inside me. I loved the way we felt together.

  This wasn’t fucking though; this was making love. Our kisses were needy, full of longing, the floodgates had opened and an entire reservoir came rushing down. Our fingers raked through each other’s scalp as we rolled over on the grand bed.

  He finally rolled over, putting me on top of him. My knees spread wide across the bed and I felt him deeper in me, penetrating my body in a different way as he met that magical spot inside, deep within.

  I cried out as my sensitivity trailed against his hard abs and I kissed him, breathless, once more.

  His strong grip was on my hips as he lifted me off of him and pulled me down exploring the depths of me. I cried out as that spot was tickled deep within, that delicious G-spot that made me see stars and feel delicious sensations throughout my body. I rolled my hips deeply and slowly, reveling in every ounce of pleasure I gave and receive as I rode him.

  I cried out as his hands cupped my breasts once more. His lips and tongue twirled across my nipples while our bodies danced another tune, another song over a thousand miles in the sky. He sucked my nipple hard as his fingers slid into my hair, tugging my locks with passion as he thrust back against that special spot designed just for pleasure. He knew just how to touch me.

  His touch, the sucking on my nipple, the riding across his perfect cock in such a deep manner, sent an earth-shaking orgasm. I came in two places at once. My hands shot to his chest and all I could do was hold on and keep riding him as he lifted me up and down, my pleasure spot deep within receiving every ounce of sensation he had to offer until he found his own release.

  I collapsed on top of him, my heart pounding so wildly I was convinced it may burst out of my chest any second.

  Breathless I sighed, “Fuck…me….”

  “Darling, that I just did.”

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Kate

  The jet stopped in Maui to refuel. Maui would have been perfectly fine to land! I had never even been there before. And as if I were under a spell, I had forgotten everything. I was lost in this moment of whatever it was, being whisked away by a hot billionaire in a jet.

  And it was pretty magical.

  The fresh nectar of fragrant jasmine blooms, coupled with sweet lilacs, welcomed my arrival as I took light, eager steps down the private jet’s ladder.

  We had finally landed in Bali Just from peeking outside the window, the destination’s lush tropical jungle and glimmering turquoise waters sparkled with an air of majesty. Pictures couldn’t do this place justice; you’d need to be there in person to fully appreciate its allure.

  I squealed at my surroundings, like a little girl surrounded by Christmas presents. “Oh, my god. We’re in Bali.”

  A white Rolls Royce waited jet side. Private staff took our bags, bags that had been expertly packed for me, and we were whisked away to a private multimillion dollar resort.

  I mean, of course, what else could I expect? This was the billionaire life.

  While in the car, we held hands like a couple. The act was just as intimate as making love, because it held meaning: we were a couple.

  Private staff welcomed us with fresh coconut water straight from their shells with tropical straws and beautiful flower leis. The intoxication fragrance was something I’d never forget in this lifetime.

  Our sleeping quarters were like its own private resort. Floor to ceiling windows opened before a a winding pathway lined with Tiki torches, lanterns, and lit candles that led down a winding path to the shimmering sea.

  My eyes grew to the size of basketballs when I caught a glimpse of the outside pristine bathtub. I had never seen a bathtub outside like that before. It looked so regal and inviting; I couldn’t wait to soak in it.

  Atticus wrapped his hand around my wrists and pulled me to the bed.

  “We’ll have plenty of time for sightseeing,” he promised, kissing me on the cheek. “But first, there’s something else I want you to see. And that’s those stars when I make you come again.”

  Half an hour later, he’d delivered on his promise. We basked in the earthiness of the open environment as we shared the outside shower. At first I was shy about being naked outside, but that transformed into a feeling of daring sensuality. Cleansing myself in the elements underneath a stone waterfall shower became liberating once he assured me we were alone.

  “I own this resort.” He winked. “Nobody’s here but us.”

  Upon hearing those words, I felt free. We were no longer average citizens. We were Adam and Eve alone in the Garden of Eden with the animals, nature, and the clearest of blue skies.

  Kate

  I had never had so much sex in my life! And to top it off damn good sex!

  Lobster tail and filet mignon served to be the best surf and turf combination for the evening. We dined on the delicious selection, paired with the most delicious chardonnay.

  Dressed for the occasion, I sat across from Atticus wearing a nude satin teddy trimmed in gold lace. Atticus leaned forward and raked his hands through my hair, staring at me with the look of pure love in his eyes.

  “You really think I’m your muse?”

  “Of course you are. You are the definition defined. In ancient Greek mythology, muses were the goddesses of inspiration found in literature, science and the arts. There were nine muses in Boeotia, thought to be the daughters of Zeus. Calliope was the goddess and muse of epic poetry. But Erato, she was the muse of love.” His fingers slid down my sternum, and ran slowly over my skin. “Sometimes, they are referred to as water nymphs.”

  “As in, nymphomaniac?”

  “Well, I’m sure their inspiration led to lots of lovemaking.” His hands slid down and laced my fingers in his, holding them tight. Chills flushed over my body and I simply drank in his touch, savoring his affection like the finest glass of wine.

  “It is said that the winged horse Pegasus touched his hooves to the ground on Helicon and four sacred springs burst forth from which the nine muses were born.”

  “That sounds so magical.”

  “That’s how you feel to me, Kate. That’s who you are to me.�
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  I gulped. That was a tall order. His feelings had developed so quickly and it scared me. I didn’t understand it.

  “Tell me more,” I insisted, shaking off my fears.

  “Supposedly, according to Hesiod’s Theogony, an ancient text from 7th century BC, they were daughters of Zeus— which, as you know—is second generation king of the gods and the daughters of Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory. This also explains why muses embody so much knowledge and creativity: they know and remember everything. They hold the wisdom and keys to the unknown worlds of creativity, magic, love, and beauty.”

  “That’s so beautiful.”

  “Zeus and Mnemosyne slept together for nine consecutive nights to create the nine muses. If you’re really into this stuff, I can tell you more?”

  “I love it. Please!”

  My elbow propped up and my head fell into my hand with the admiration of a crush-laden college student with the hots for her professor. I loved hearing him share his knowledge of the world like this with me. I knew of Zeus, sort of, but not all of this.

  “Have you ever heard of the cup we drink before we incarnate? The one that makes us forget where we’ve come from?”

  “Yes.” I leaned in, intrigued by where this was going.

  “Well, Mnemosyne ruled over a pool in Hades, counterpart to the river Lethe. According to the Greek funerary inscriptions in dactylic hexameter…”

  “The what?”

  “Very old writings set to a rhythmic scheme in poetry.”

  “Ah,” I nodded my head, acknowledging the clarification.

  “So, in Lethe,” he continued, “that pool is where the deal souls drank from so they would not remember their past lives when reincarnated.”

  He was so intelligent. I loved it. I hoped my future children would have half the education Atticus had growing up. It was a true gift.

  “Hmm…” I reflected on everything he said. “Do you think that’s why sometimes people click with others because of these so called past lives?”

  “I do.”

  “So you think I’ve been your muse before in another time?”

  “I think you’ve been more, Kate.”

  “Why?” Our fingers danced, lightly raking across each other, the lightest touch causing the butterflies in my belly to dance.

  “Because I instantly fell for you.” Our hands danced in the electric night. “You are not just a girl and you're not just a muse; you're my goddess and I would never stop trying to make you feel like that every single day if you were mine. It would be my sole purpose of existence.”

  Man he was intense, but good intense! I loved it! I just… had trust issues.

  “I don't know if I can believe that, honestly,” I responded sadly.

  “I don't mean to disrespect your upbringing; I know you never really had a model marriage to look up to. But I did growing up. My parents’ love was so real; my grandparents’ love too.” He looked at me, pure seriousness in his expression. “I know what it means to die to yourself. Thanks to my religious upbringing and my naturally poetic artist’s heart, I don't believe two people are simply paired together to just make a beautiful couple.”

  “No?”

  He leaned in, grazing his thumb against my palm. “No. They are put together to be each other's helper, to accomplish their destinies together.”

  This was some heavy talk, and I needed to digest this all. Fresh tears welled, ready to pour out of my eyes, but I closed them and just nestled into his chest.

  I went to bed feeling like Cinderella, feeling like a princess yet all the while waiting for midnight to come, the sobering moment when everything would transform back to normal and my carriage would return to a pumpkin.

  Only time would tell if that ever happened.

  Until then, I was the luckiest girl in the world.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Kate

  Of course we’d have chemistry late in the night, under the sparkling tropical moon with our tummies filled with seafood and wine. The setting provided an exotic nocturnal intimacy, in which we indulged and bared our souls. But what about at dawn, the morning after, when we’d awaken barefaced, without makeup and morning breath?

  We’d never officially waken up in bed together. Yet here we were, and surprisingly, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

  Being so comfortable with someone I had barely known two weeks should have scared me, but it didn’t. I was unusually calm.

  It must be Bali. Yes, it’s Bali with all its exotic tropical magic, I convinced myself.

  We enjoyed breakfast in bed, complete with coffee and snuggles. Balinese sunrays spread light, sparkling magically over the dazzling waters. He informed me that we were going sailing. After spending the most perfect day in the sun, sharing lunch over the freshest of fish caught that morning and napping in plush lounge chairs on a gorgeous yacht, I truly enjoyed myself. It was so easy to feel carefree in this environment.

  A thunderstorm had arrived, amplifying the romantic backdrop. Naturally, the environment amplified our intimate chemistry, and we made love. I mean, what else do you do during a thunderstorm in Bali!? Our passionate romp was followed by a candlelight dinner, and then cuddling like young lovers as we watched a movie together on the flat screen placed on the wall.

  During the rumbling, stormy backdrop, with booming thunder and flashes of lightning, he posed a question.

  “That night, when we were alone together in the townhome and I asked if that was what you wanted—for us to sleep together. I want to know something.”

  “Okay?”

  “Did you touch yourself that night and pretend it was me?”

  I suddenly transformed into nun. I felt like an embarrassed pre-teen talking about sex. My eyes flashed back to those hot bubbles and that luxurious bathtub where I felt a much-needed release.

  But, no, I did not touch myself.

  “I didn’t.”

  “Ah, you didn’t? That’s too bad.”

  “Something else did.” I sheepishly confessed.

  His face lit up like the sun at dawn, when parts of the dark sky cracked open, revealing hints of colors that promised to dazzle your morning if you let it. Oh boy.

  “What?” The curiosity in his tone was hungry for my answer.

  I moistened my lips together, readying the courage to disclose to him my juicy secret.

  “The bathtub jets.”

  Heat flooded my cheeks. My orgasm had been so intense I remember being certain someone could hear my moans from across the street. That's how good it felt to imagine him between my legs.

  “I want to see that, out there. But I want to control it. The bathtub out there has a jetted handle.” He winked seductively and I felt my pussy pulse in desire.

  “Out there?”

  Atticus gently moved my jaw with his fingers, turning it to face the outside terrace, where gas lanterns and candles teased us. Their glowing embers were covered by a beautiful glass roof, which, at the touch of a button, covered the white wooden beams. It was one of the most romantic scenes I’d ever seen in my life.

  An entire waterfall set on a complete rock wall backdrop was steps behind the tub. Exotic pink flowers kissed the rocks, providing the most exotic sight to behold. This was a scene straight out of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. The villa patio was decorated with white elephants and completely open with the option to close its thick white curtains. Just a few feet beyond was the private ocean and jungle, stormy waters foaming at the sand before rolling back to sea.

  His deliberate grip led me out of bed and towards the terrace. We instantly heard the patter of the rain over the ceiling, providing an exciting feel in the air.

  Okay, I'm not going to lie: at my first glance of the open terrace with the bathtub, it reminded me of a naughty fantasy of mine—to make love in the tub, ha. I thought of the Usher song.

  I wanna make looooooove in the tub, in the tub, in the tub!

  "Wait! I'm... I don't know if
I can just like let you do that. Let you watch me. I'll feel embarrassed." I buried my face into his protective chest. His hands tenderly caressed my shoulders.

  "Oh it's nothing a little bubbly won’t fix."

  Ten minutes later, the bathtub water was filled with water and vibrant pink rose petals. They floated gorgeously along the surface, filling the water with their fragrance. The top was huge; it could easily fit a party of ten.

  "Sit," he gently ordered.

  I complied, sipping the flute of champagne he handed me, swallowing back my lust as I watched him undress. Fake fiancé or not, fake baby or not, this—us—the passion, desire, and intimacy were oh so real.

  The sound of the jets turning on instantly triggered my arousal, the excitement of what was to come permeating my entire being.

  His hands slid over my shoulders and then waved the massaging wand over my body. I closed my eyes and relaxed. It felt so nice. The thunder and lightning transported me to another dimension as the water pressure traveled further below, getting lower and lower and even lower….

  “Open your legs for me, baby.”

  Obliging, I spread them open, my nipples instantly hardening as the pressure hit that magic spot. I cried out and grabbed his shoulder.

  “Close your eyes and breathe; relax. Don’t tense your muscles.” He ordered with the gentleness of a yoga instructor. I cried out in high moans as the jetted pressure deliciously made me see stars. It was heaven. He moved the jetted head in slow deliberate circles over my trembling clit, pushing me closer and closer to that exquisite edge. The rollercoaster ride of pleasure my body was starting to experience regularly was approaching already. I opened my eyes and witnessed my toes curling. My nipples tightened as I fought to breathe steadily against the intense sensation.

  Controlled and deliberate, he continued drawing those slow circles with the pressured jet, teasing me with sweet agony. I closed my eyes as I surrendered my body to the will of this demigod, moaning from the delicious feel of his handiwork.

  My entire being felt so delicious, so right, and so damn delicate under his control. His lips latched onto my pleading nipples, forcing me to cry out in ecstasy. The orgasmic shooting sensations soared through me like a freight train as he greedily sucked on them. His teeth lightly grazed my nipple, sending ripples of pleasure that coupled with the slow and steady pressure of the soothing jets right over my spot. Right over it.