The Billionaire's Christmas Cruise by Dakota Rebel (my reading book txt) 📕

at the waistband of her panties, I used my teeth to pull them down to her calves before returning to her core, desperate to taste her. Her hips canted up, and I took it as permission, burying my face in her alluring, pink folds. My tongue laved at her clit as she bucked against me, her hands threading into my hair.

She tasted like heaven and as I felt her first climax, taking her, I kept devouring. I wanted this release and another. Though, I’d only fuck her with my mouth and fingers tonight, I needed her replete with bliss. She’d never doubt I’d give her every bit of pleasure she could desire.

“Chase,” she cried out, and I couldn’t help smiling as she shook.

Just as soon as I felt her coming down, I slid a finger slowly into her soaked pussy. Determined, I sucked hard on her clit until she screamed my name, her body tense and shivering under me again.

She fell limply to the mattress, her breaths coming in stuttered pants.

Climbing back up her body, I rolled to lie beside her and pulled her half on top of my chest. I held her close, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Are you all right?” I asked. “Can I get you anything?”

“Did you get the number of that train that just hit me?” She sighed. “I still want you, you know.”

“And you’ll have me,” I promised her. “For now, though, let’s get you ready for bed. Today was quite the adventure, and tomorrow will be another big day.”

She nodded but just kicked off her panties, smoothed her dress back down her legs, then snuggled closer to me. In minutes, her breathing had evened out, and I knew she’d fallen asleep.

Unwilling to risk waking her, I just closed my eyes and held her tighter. If she was comfortable, that was all that mattered to me. Her happiness would always be the only thing that mattered.

Chapter Nine

~ Emerson ~

“When I’m with you, I almost forget I’m on this huge ship on this even more enormous body of water.” I was leaning my crossed arms on the boat’s railing and watching as we pulled into port. Chase stood beside me, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

I knew he was comforting me as I confronted my fear, standing out here in the wind and facing what most scared me. Well, not most, I suppose. I mean, I wasn’t in the water. He did that for me. Made me brave. Like last night when I’d told him I wanted him. I couldn’t imagine ever saying that to another man. Of course, I’d never felt what I did for Chase when I was around other guys. Just the idea made me shudder. It was only Chase.

I loved him.

And not because he’d given me the best oral of my life. The only actually, but that was beside the point. It was just…I loved him. It had started in Vegas and grown while we’d been apart, and now on this cruise…

He did everything for me. His every thought seemed to be for me and how I felt or how I’d react, what I’d like or dislike. I knew that couldn’t go on forever. I mean…real life. Reality meant we’d have to go our separate ways soon. He’d have to worry about his company in Nevada, and I’d have to go back to my coding job at the security firm in Chicago.

Maybe, that’s why we didn’t do more last night. I mean, I think he said it was because I deserved more or better or something. I was a little fuzzy on that. But all I knew was I’d slept better the past couple nights in his arms than I ever had before. Shocking, considering we were on a floating deathtrap.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after the silence between us had stretched for a while.

“Nothing. I just told you things are great when I’m with you.”

“And then you went deep in your head.”

I shrugged. My drama was my drama. I didn’t want to scare him, and I wasn’t so sure telling him I loved him was a good idea. I know we haven’t been together long, Chase, but I’m super in love with you. I want to have your babies.

Babies? Oh God…

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

“Checking out the jungle. Getting the Bob Marley Experience in Montego Bay, where we’ll get to do some shopping, too, if you want.”

“No alcohol?” I said.

“I’m pretty sure they won’t let you do the jungle thing if you’ve been drinking—and I don’t think they’re offered in-flight.”

“In flight?”

* * * *

Chase slung his arm around me as we sat close together on the chairlift that was cruising along over and through the jungle canopy, “in flight”. Lush green surrounded us and even on this sunny, warm day offered cool relief. And we weren’t at all near the beach.

I felt a little guilty about that. I mean obviously Chase liked water or he wouldn’t have booked a cruise for us. There were plenty of other ways he could have gotten us alone. Maybe I could hang out in a lounger tomorrow and drink umbrella drinks while he surfed or snorkeled or whatever they did out there in the water on these trips.

“It’s gorgeous here,” I commented as the ride meandered along.

“Um-hmm,” he hummed, his free hand brushing along my thigh. “I’m liking that this wasn’t a popular excursion today.”

“Yeah,” I said, looking up at him as he nonchalantly traced the edge of my shorts’ leg. “I was pretty surprised we were the only ones.”

“Yeah,” he echoed, but he actually didn’t look surprised in the least.

My eyes narrowed. “You bought out the whole thing, didn’t you?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. Are you angry? I wanted to get you alone.”

I looked around. We were up in the sky, 700 feet above sea level we were told and there wasn’t a soul in sight since the entire ride had been bought out by an annoying