The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: Part 1 (The Billionaire Saga 1)

“But they’ll hound us,” Markus said. “And I know a much more secluded spot.”

“Hey, we want the publicity. I mean, isn’t that what you paid me for? To convince everyone that I’m your girlfriend? So why don’t you let me do my job?”

I looked at the captain. “If it’s okay with you, we would like to stay here. Is it possible to blast the music? We’re going to have a party!”

The captain laughed. “Sure. I can do that.”

The captain and Marcus were good friends, so Marcus had filled him in on our fake relationship. He was one of the few people we could talk freely in front of.

Marcus smiled as I led him out to the middle of the deck.

“Ready to bust out some dance moves?” I asked.

The party music started playing, and Marcus swirled me around. We both let loose and really got into it. I couldn’t stop dancing as he dipped me, my hair touching the ground. We danced for a good thirty minutes. And I enjoyed every minute of it, all while soaking up the sun.

Afterward, I smiled at him. “Wanna swim to shore?”

The wind blew through his wavy hair as he contemplated it. He looked so sexy in the designer sunglasses he wore.

“Sure!”

“Besides, you need to flaunt that insanely sexy body to the cameras,” I said. “So take that shirt off. I’m dying to see what’s underneath. Lose the sunglasses too. We’re going for a long dip.”

He slipped off his shirt and I couldn’t stop staring at his broad shoulders, flat stomach, and powerful chest. He was so muscular, just pure perfection.

The sun was beating down on us, so I picked up the sunscreen with a gleam in my eye. I couldn’t have my fake boyfriend getting burned, now, could I? “You’ll need this.”

I started rubbing the lotion on his back good, so he didn’t get burned. My fingers traced over all those delightful, bulging curves. Hot damn! The guy was definitely ripped. I could feel every single muscle.

“My turn,” he said.

I smiled as he slowly rubbed lotion on my shoulders and back. My heart skipped a beat as he lathered the lotion all over me. I love the way he gently caressed me.

I reached for his hand, and we climbed over the side, then dived into the water.

“It feels great!” I shouted.

He grinned as I smiled.

My arms cut through the clear water as we swam to shore.

The cameras were still rolling, so I acted like I was having the time of my life. And really, I was. We frolicked and played on the beach, running up and down the shoreline. I never felt sand so soft between my toes. He swung me around while I laughed. When a wave came, we both fell. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to up the ante. I reached for him as he hovered over me, and pulled him close. His lips crashed onto mine. My body trembled from his touch, and the way we looked at each other with intent in our eyes, it was pretty seductive and mind-blowing. The paparazzi came to shore and spied on our amazing beach kiss. I think they enjoyed it too, and couldn’t stop taking pictures.

And there we made out on the beach as crests of white foam rolled over us, as waves crashed on the shore and splashed over us. It was just like in all those romantic movies. I was putting on quite the show as the cameras snapped away. I put everything into that passionate kiss. The way we kissed, you’d think we’d been lovers for years.

When they left, I smiled.

“They’re gone,” he said.

“Think they bought it?” I asked.

“Hell, I think I bought it!”

We both laughed.

When we got back to the boat, Marcus wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to the other side of the boat.

“Look!” he said.