The Skipper & the Billionaire Playboy

Her breath left her in a harsh gasp, and she stared at him with incredulous eyes. “What are you talking about, Sinclair?” She couldn’t follow his logic or lack thereof.

He grinned lazily, sweeping a hand down her body to cup her hip. “Can we be honest with each other?”

“I have my doubts about your ability, but believe it or not, I’m typically very honest,” she said tartly.

Sawyer chuckled. “Okay, bluntly speaking, I think it’s safe to say we both have a mutual attraction. You feel it too, don’t you?”

What was the point of lying when his hand moved to her breasts, thumb lazily tracing circles around her nipple without quite touching the swelling bud. Her response amply answered his question, but she grudgingly said, “Yes,” anyway.

He smiled. “Great. I’m just proposing we see where it leads. We could spend the week acting on our attraction, and it relieves the burden of guilt for lying to my family. A real relationship, even if it’s just a physical one, will make you feel better about the whole thing.”

There were thousand holes she could poke in his logic, but Nadia was surprised to find herself lacking the willpower to do so. He was smooth and slick, as she had always known, but he was offering her a solution she could probably live with, and it included unfettered access to his body for the rest of the week.

There was no way in heck she would ever want anything more than a fling with Sawyer Sinclair, so it seemed like the perfect solution. She knew the rationale was a bunch of bull, but she was going to buy into it in an effort to soothe her conscience and her body’s yearnings for a man she had never expected to find attractive. “It’s completely insane.” Even she heard the weak resolve in her tone.

He winked at her. “No, it’s ingenious, and you know it.”

She glared at him. “What I know is it’s a bad idea, but it seems like I’ve done nothing but indulge in bad ideas since you walked onto my bridge the other day.”

Sawyer laughed again as he pulled her closer, turning so she was sprawled across his chest and looking down at him. His hands were gentle when he ran through them through her smooth hair, the product of a fresh Brazilian blowout. “Sometimes, the bad ideas of the most fun.”

She shrugged, not willing to concede he might have a point. What harm was there in having a week of fun, as he put it, with Sawyer while making his family happy? Her conscience still twinged, reminding her they had the impression it was a lot more than a fling. She firmed her mouth, responding to that annoying little voice with the stiff reminder that she had never promised them a commitment, and she hadn’t made representation about the relationship being anything more than casual.

That’s all their flimsy relationship was, and as long as she wasn’t outright lying to them about a future that didn’t exist, she had nothing about which to feel guilty. Especially not with Sawyer’s mad scheme to indulge their physical attraction and have a shallow relationship for the week neatly circumnavigating the need to lie.

“What do you say, honey? Are you mine for the week, or should I sneak you out of the house before they have a chance to intercept you and ask how I broke your heart?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’ll never break my heart, Sawyer Sinclair. I’m far too smart to open it up to you.”

His sexy chuckles sent shivers down her spine, and he didn’t seem insulted. “That suits me just fine, Skipper.”

Feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement, she sighed softly. “Okay, let’s try it your way for a while.”

Dinner seemed to take forever, but Nadia supposed that was because she knew what was coming next. Her brain was still trying to tell her it was a bad idea, but her body was fully on board with the plan. She was in a low-grade state of constant need sitting beside Sawyer, especially as he seemed to be going out of his way to touch her in myriad tiny ways.

The simple stroke of his fingertips across the back of her hand left her breathless, and when his hand settled on her thigh, sliding under the hem of the black dress she wore, but pausing at the edge of her stockings, she couldn’t resist the urge to part her legs farther to invite his fingers to move higher. Much to her annoyance, he ignored the invitation and moved his hand south, as though he had not been stroking her thigh so intimately a moment or two before.

Finally, after coffee and dessert, they were able to escape. She couldn’t believe how eager she was for this, even knowing all the reasons why she shouldn’t do it. Sawyer was unlike any man she had ever been with, and completely different from her usual type of stable and responsible. In fact, of the few relationships she’d had, she was usually the one leaving the man behind because he got too serious. It would be a change to be with Sawyer, who was a serial escape artist.

Not that she had any intentions of trying to be the one to keep him or tame him. This was strictly physical, and only a fool would let it become anything more.

As soon as the door closed behind them, the lock clicking with a tiny snick, she turned to face him. Unable to hold out a moment longer, Nadia slipped her hands into his tie and began wrenching it open. The buttons of his shirt came next, and one or two flew off in various directions when her impatient fingers tugged too hard. It was like having a fever, and knowing he was the cure was slightly disconcerting.

Sawyer cupped her face between his hands, bending his head slightly so that their lips touched. This wasn’t the gentle coaxing kiss of last night. Instead, it started out hungry and deep, and she held nothing back as his mouth devoured hers, and she reciprocated.

They strained and pushed against each other, hands moving wildly and disjointedly over each other’s clothing. Somehow, she managed to pull his shirt off completely as his hands inched below the hem of her dress and pushed up the tight material.

The skirt yielded easily, rolling to her hips to reveal the black lace panties and stockings she wore underneath. Knowing this was coming, Nadia had chosen them deliberately and with care. Though all the underwear she had acquired at Menaul’s was sexy and expensive, this was the sexiest pair of all. Barely more than lace, a couple of bows, and a pearl decoration, it did little to hide the treasures underneath.

Deepening the kiss, which should have been impossible, they moved to the bed. Before lying down, she paused to have him unzip the dress so she could pull it over her head. And then she was on the bed, wearing just the tiny black underwear, a matching bra, and the lace-trimmed stockings that clung to her thighs without garters.

His appreciation was obvious, especially as he unfastened his slacks and pushed them to the floor along with his underwear to reveal an impressive erection. Thick and throbbing, the deep red of his ar

ousal pulsing in his flesh made her hands yearn to stroke him. A second later, he was on the bed with her, and her hand sought him out unerringly.

His skin was smooth silk, with ropey veins that throbbed as her fingers traced them. Nadia pressed against the underside of his cock lightly, making him groan and buck his hips. She wanted to taste him, but she was too aroused for extended foreplay. Right then, she simply wanted him inside her.

With enthusiastic fingers, Sawyer unfastened the front clasp of her bra, allowing her pert breasts to spring free. She was average-sized, with brown areolas and deeper-colored nipples that puckered in response to the cool air and the attention his fingers lavished upon them a moment later.