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Under the Sea (Borrowed Billionaire #4) Page 4
Author: Mimi Strong

He bit me on the shoulder again, which I took to mean yes.

Eventually, he did let me out of bed, and I had a quick shower and took off my makeup for bed.

When I returned to the bedroom, he was fast asleep.

He still had his socks on, silly thing, so I took them off and fixed the blankets and pillows on his side so he looked more comfortable.

When I climbed back into bed, he stirred in his sleep and muttered something completely incomprehensible.

“What?”

He repeated himself, making even less sense, then he laughed. The guy actually laughed, in his sleep.

I snuggled up next to him and tried to sleep, but I was wide awake. The next day was Thursday, and I was flying somewhere on Friday. I didn't even know where, but I was fairly certain I knew why, and for what. I was to be someone's plaything, their rented toy.

I hugged Jacob close to me and kissed him on the cheek. My feelings were all mixed up and confused. Even though we were just casual friends, not exclusive, I felt funny thinking about Luthor Thorne while I was holding Jacob.

Half an hour later, I was not really asleep and not really awake, and I didn't know what to do with myself. I was nervous and aroused.

I climbed on top of a sleeping Jacob and jerked his sleeping c**k until it was firm. He mumbled, sleepily, “Okay, but you have to do the work. I'm sleepy.”

“Fine by me,” I said.

A minute later, he was in and fully erect, and I was riding him, cowgirl-style.

With my hands on his broad chest, I rocked my pelvis until my instincts took over completely, and I was without thoughts.

The two of us came together, wordlessly, both of us panting and gasping.

I kissed him and thanked him.

He pulled me down onto his chest, covered my mouth with his hand and said, “Shh, sleepy time now.”

“Yes, sleepy time. I promise. I won't wake you up again.”

After a moment, he said, “Staying over is dangerous.”

I rolled off him and nuzzled up to his side. “It sure is.”

2: The Mile High Club

We got through airport security without incident, though I was annoyed our party was only three people: me, Suzanne, and her husband Simon.

Simon had a big ol' grin on his face, which made me want to punch him. He kept joking around about the Mile High Club, and then, once we were in the air, wouldn't you know it, he made good on his promise.

I sunk down in my seat and pretended not to know the two people who were quite obviously ha**ng s*x in the airplane's First Class restroom. The hostess brought around some drinks, and I enjoyed a champagne.

Between the second and third glass of champagne, I got into a much better mood. My friends had been in the restroom an awfully long time, and I was actually happy for them. I'd been crushed when I found out Luthor Thorne wasn't flying with us, due to being in Atlanta for business and flying straight from there, but as the champagne kicked in and we flew toward our destination, my heart became buoyant.

When Suzanne emerged from the tiny restroom, she had an I-just-came grin on her face. She took a seat next to me and stole my champagne, guzzling it in one swallow.

I said, “Was it good for you?”

Suzanne smoothed out her hair, the color of which she'd had refreshed the other day, so her naturally brown hair was bright red and her scalp was tinged pink. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she said with a smirk.

Simon came out a few minutes later, looking like he'd won the Olympics of sex. He was cute in his own Simon way: nerdy glasses; naturally red hair; round cheeks; not a swimwear model, but a nice shape. “Built for comfort, not speed,” as Simon would say.

He took his seat across the aisle, tipped back his chair, and was asleep within seconds.

Suzanne nodded at him and said, “Every time.”

“Jacob's the same way. What is up with that? He was over the other night and he crashed before I could kick him out. I swear, if he fell asleep any faster, it would be during the actual orgasm.”

Suzanne frowned. “Jacob was over? When was this?”

“A few weeks ago,” I lied.

Suzanne stared into my soul.

“Fine. It was Wednesday night. I had an itch to scratch, okay?”

She shook her head.

“I'm not exclusive with Luthor Thorne. Wait, unless you negotiated that for me as well?”

“Oh, I guess you're right.” She waved for the hostess to bring us more champagne. “Lexie, I'm trying to be more like you. More adventurous and fun. I'm sorry I made the face about Jacob being over at your place. You're a grown-up, I'm sure you know what you're doing.”

I plucked the floating raspberries from my champagne and ate them with a giggle. “Yeah, I'm a grown-up. Look at us. First Class.”

She clinked her glass against mine. “First Class, baby.”

I was sober but disoriented when we reached Denpasar, Bali, where staff from the resort met us and ushered us on to the next leg of the journey, a chartered flight.

We were the only ones on the flight, and Suzanne and Simon were at it again, giggling and grinding against each other in their chairs.

“Get a room,” I said, laughing.

They'd been invited along to be company for me, but what I was getting more closely resembled an amateur  p**n  video than companionship. I looked out my window at the tropical landscape of Indonesia and decided life wasn't too shabby at all.

I even pretended not to notice Suzanne giving Simon a not-too-discreet hand job under their shared blanket.

Wakatobi, Indonesia was hot, but not too hot. The air felt thick and muggy compared to what I was used to, but the breeze coming off the ocean really did make it as comfortable as promised. The staff was so friendly and welcoming that within moments of arriving, I was already planning to return annually, perhaps bi-annually.

We had arrived between lunch and dinner and decided to freshen up in our rooms.

The resort wasn't a tall hotel, but a grouping of smaller buildings and villas. Naturally, traveling with a billionaire had its advantages, and I was shown to the most deluxe villa of all, overlooking the ocean. I stood on the private patio and stared out at nothing but blue ocean. Just below the surface was one of the world's most biodiverse coral reefs. The tangy sea air made me want to submerge myself, so I didn't even change into my swimsuit, but stripped off my clothes and stepped down into the private pool, also overlooking the ocean. One of the walls of the pool was glass, so there was nothing between me and the blue sky and ocean.

I kicked up my legs, floated back and thought lazily about sunscreen, but I moved back under the cover of the large shade umbrella and found absolute contentment.

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