A Billionaire for Christmas

A plan formed in his mind as he let her rest, watching over her.

He’d let her rest for now. They’d have complete privacy and time to enjoy one another soon enough.Riley didn’t have a chance to explore the rental house, which was completely gorgeous, from what she could see at a glance. The entire back wall showed off the infinity pool out back and the spectacular turquoise ocean beyond.

No sooner had they walked into the house than Ian pointed to the carry-on bag he’d put together for her. “Bikini. Now.”

And there was the bossy man she’d missed while they were busy living life.

“Yes, sir!” Riley gave him a sassy retort, feeling refreshed courtesy of her nap on board.

He swatted her ass with a nearby towel.

She jumped, squeaked, felt the sting of arousal travel through her and ran for the bedroom, rolling her carry on along with her. She had a hunch Ian had packed her very few pairs of panties and clothes. Which was just fine with her. She wouldn’t be needing them.

She opened her suitcase and pulled out a red bikini, Ian’s favorite that she wore when she sat out at the pool behind the house… or had before her second child. With her even more well developed curves, she hoped it fit now.

As she put it on, her breasts plumping out of the cups and her hips visible, she realized Ian wouldn’t care. And wasn’t she a lucky girl?

She strode into the other room, strutting a little because she knew he was waiting. She stopped short when she caught sight of him. Wearing a pair of boarding shorts, his tanned muscular body on display, her body perked up at the sight.

“See something you like?” he asked.

“That and something I haven’t seen… or paid attention to in too long.” She strode over to him and hooked her finger into the waistband of his shorts, running her fingers over his taut stomach. “I missed you,” she murmured.

A seductive grin lifted his sexy mouth. “I missed you too. And you look good enough to eat.”

Ignoring her hands in his pants, hands that wanted to travel downward so she could wrap her hands around his cock, he picked her up like she weighed nothing. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, causing his hard erection to press against her core. A delicious wave rocked through her and she sighed with pleasure.

“Oh, Ian. Thank you for this. We needed it.”

“Anything for you, baby.” He grasped the back of her head, sealed his lips over hers and nothing else mattered.

He kissed her hard, pushing her up to the nearest wall. She moaned, hooking her heels behind his back and rubbing herself against him. With a low, throaty groan, he thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time he rocked his hips against hers. Dizzying swells of desire took hold and immediately brought her close to a fast climax. One she desperately wanted and needed.

She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled, indicating what she needed. “Ian please.” She had to come. Needed to take the edge off the building arousal.

He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. “Trying to run the show?” he asked.

“Trying to come,” she said, her voice a hoarse rasp.

He let out a low laugh. “I’ll let you have your way but only because this weekend is all about you.” He eased back, holding her against the wall with his hips and slid his fingers into the waistband of her bathing suit. He coated his fingers with her moisture and rubbed her clit, back and forth slicking over her exactly how she liked.

She groaned, her arousal spiking. She arched her hips, giving him better access and he curled his finger, gliding inside her core. She squeezed her inner walls, clutching around him.

“You’re so hot, so wet, baby.”

“It feels so good. Harder,” she said, writhing against him.

He pressed his thumb against her clit and began steadily pumping his other finger inside her.

“Ian!” She held onto his shoulders and rode out the orgasm that slammed into her, as he continued to flick and rub at her clit until she collapsed in his arms.

He kissed her lips before carrying her to the bed in the master nearby. He sat her down on the mattress, sliding her legs to the edge of the bed. He pulled off her bikini bottoms and hooked his thumbs into his waistband to shuck his shorts as well.

His thick cock stood erect as he spread her thighs. “Got a few things to tell you before I fuck you, baby.”

She blinked, her brain fuzzy. She might have come already but one look at him and she imagined the feel of that hard cock inside her. But she recognized that tone of voice. Whatever he wanted to say, it was important.