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The Billionaire's Fake Girlfriend: Part 2 (The Billionaire Saga 2)

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It was a fair point.

I shrugged and wound my way around the pool to meet him. I loved how the water droplets rolled down his shoulders and chest, past his ripped abs. His wet, sexy body was turning me on.

“Not only that,” he continued, “but you’re pathetically unprepared. No towels…no sunblock.” He flashed a pearly grin and held up a bottle. “Not to worry, I come prepared.”

“Oh really?” I cocked my hips and smiled. “And I suppose you want me to just lather that all over you?”

“Quite the contrary, Miss White.” He looked offended. “I’m out here developing my golden Adonis hue, whereas you…will burn to a crisp.” He gestured to one of the recliners with a smile. “I’m here to offer my services.”

A shiver shot straight through me. It was the perfect picture: the man, the chair, the offer… But when you were pretending to date that man for money, did you accept?

We’d been crossing lines left and right since I moved in here, and yet, this wasn’t something we’d stumbled into. This was carefully planned. Crossing this line meant deciding to do so. I debated momentarily—let the international name fall away and just looked at the man. I liked him, there was no denying it. And I knew he liked me.

Why not take him up on whatever he had in store? I was here, wasn’t I? Might as well take the plunge.

“That’s very gentlemanly of you,” I replied as I got down onto the chair and stretched out on my stomach. He perched beside me, and I heard the bottle snap shut as he warmed the lotion on his hands.

“Now the trick of this is…keeping your movements smooth and relaxed.”

His hands trailed up my back, rubbing the lotion in wide, rhythmic circles. I bit my lip and pressed my eyes into the pillow at the top of the chair, happy he couldn’t see my face. There was another snap of the bottle, and he continued with his hypnotizing recitation.

“The lotion can never be too cold, or else the muscles seize up and you have to start all over again.” A sudden freezing blob dropped on my lower back, and I shrieked, giggling and trying to turn around as he pressed me back onto the chair. “See?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Now I have to start all over.”

His hands moved faster now, making their way down my spine and coming to rest on my lower back. His fingers grazed the edge of my suit but suddenly disappeared, starting the process all over, working from my ankles up.

“That feels incredible,” I murmured, hugging the pillow to my face. “You could have been a masseur. That’s the male version of a masseuse.”

“A stripper, a masseur…” Again, I could hear the grin. “You seem to have developed a very odd picture of me, Miss White.”

“Well, you’re the one who said you have an image problem.”

He chuckled softly, then re-lotioned his hands, leaning down over me to rub my shoulders. I could feel the heat from his chest as he curved his body over mine, his hands running down along my sides, fiddling playfully with the strap on the back of my bikini.

“You know...this will give you terrible tan lines,” he chided teasingly. “But I guess I can work around it.”

I laughed into my pillow. “How very gracious of you.”

“Yes, yes. I’m well known for that.”

He continued working for a few minutes before a sudden question leapt to my mind.

“Hey—what were you saying about lunch? When you came into my room earlier?”

The hands paused for a minute before sliding innocently down my thighs. There was a hitch in my breathing that I turned into a hasty, transparent cough.

“Well.” His warm breath tickled the side of my cheek as he leaned back over me, sliding his hands beneath me over the front of my hips. “I was going to just say…” His lips grazed the top of my ear, sending a cascade of shivers flying down my body, “That’s a terrible state to leave a man in for the rest of lunch.”

I pulled him in for a long kiss. After the kiss, I stared into his eyes.

“I love how passionately you kiss,” I said.

He traced the outside of my ear with his tongue and nibbled my earlobe.

My hands ran down his back. “I feel so good when I’m with you.”

We started to kiss, his hands sliding up and down my body, along every curve. When he cupped my breasts, slipping his hands under my bathing suit top, I let out a soft moan. I kissed his chest and ran my hands over his shoulders.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, then he trailed his tongue down my neck.



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