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

ran my hand over her smooth buttocks, and she shivered but didn’t protest, which I took as permission to continue. My hand raised and landed on her soft, pliant flesh with a crack that echoed through the room. She jumped, but I didn’t miss the soft moan that escaped her at the impact.

My cock was already hard, and precum leaked into my shorts as I watched the redness bloom across the perfect globe of her ass. Moving my hand to the other cheek, I spanked her again. And again. And again until she writhed on my knee, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed, stripping off my clothes as I watched her struggle to catch her breath.

Not wanting to give her time to recover, I climbed over her, spreading her legs and burying my face in her folds. She was soaking wet, and I feasted on her, reveling in the cries that poured from her mouth.

“Chase, please,” she begged, her fingers pulling at my hair.

“Please what,” I asked her, looking up as I slid two fingers inside her flooded channel. “Please touch you more? Please spank you more?” I twisted my digits, rubbing my thumb over her clit and pushing her over the edge. She shuddered and whimpered, her body going taut before collapsing bonelessly to the bed.

“My love,” I said, moving up her body to kiss her. “I believe the last thing you mentioned was me taking you from behind, wasn’t it? Do you think you can go to your knees for me?”

She rolled to her stomach, but I helped raise her, supporting her with my arm as I used my free hand to align my cock with her beautiful pussy. I slid into her easily, and though I wanted to move slowly, to take my time and relish seeing her this way under me, my own orgasm begged for release, and I knew I’d never be able to last long.

Emerson found the strength to keep herself up, so I put my hands on her hips and began pounding into her in earnest. My balls felt as if they’d crept all the way into my body, and I barely managed to pull out of her as I came, spraying my release all over her red cheeks and back.

She collapsed to the bed again, and I fell to the mattress next to her, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. This woman would kill me.

“Are you all right?” I asked, once I could finally speak again.

“Better than,” she murmured, her eyelids already drooping as if she were falling asleep. “You’re an animal.”

“You started it,” I reminded her. “I’ll be right back.”

I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth to clean her up. She was out like a light when I got back to bed. So I washed my release from her body then covered her with a blanket.

After taking a shower and getting dressed again, I called down to cancel our dinner plans, knowing Emerson wouldn’t wake up for some time. I asked Marco to bring some fruit and bread to the room, in case she woke up hungry, but other than that, I planned to let her get as much rest as possible.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. It would be our last excursion and the last day she’d be single—not that she really had been since stepping foot on the ship. But come Christmas morning, she’d be my fiancée, and soon after, she’d be Mrs. Emerson Malloy.

Fuck, that sounded so good.

Chapter Thirteen

~ Emerson ~

I couldn’t believe this was our last day together. Our time on the cruise had flown by so quickly, and tomorrow, we’d disembark in Florida and go our separate ways. Merry Christmas.

As we sat out on deck, one of the shelters keeping it from being too windy for diners, I listlessly stirred the creamer in my coffee and thought about my day tomorrow. Since I’d known I’d be away, I hadn’t decorated. I’d be going back to my bare apartment, with no holiday adornments and no Chase.

I needed to talk about the future with him, what our plans were. Here and there, he’d thrown out words like “future” and “kids” and “forever” but I wasn’t sure what it all meant. We lived a country apart from each other, and I wasn’t really experienced enough to know if it was just sex talk because Chase was my only “experience”. If he really wanted us to be together, we needed to discuss the logistics.

“It’s going to be a gorgeous day,” Chase observed, looking out at the shoreline as the ship grew close for docking.

“It is. We should go to the beach.”

His gaze jerked toward me. “What?”

“You haven’t been able to swim or go in the water the whole cruise. It’s our last day. We should go to the beach.”

“I don’t care about that. I just want to be with you—for you to be happy.”

“I’ll be happy getting some sun on the sand. Soaking up some rays before going back to gloomy Chicago.”

He frowned. “It’s quite sunny in Vegas.”

“Lucky you. So we’re going to the beach, then?”

“You sure you don’t want to go into town. You haven’t done shopping for souvenirs the whole trip.”

“I don’t need anything beyond the pictures I have with you. There’s no one to take little gifts back to. Or anything. It’s the memories that are important, not stuff.” I sipped my coffee. “I just want to spend the day relaxing in our bathing suits and watching the waves. I think the ocean is pretty even if I don’t want to be in it.”

“Okay. If you’re sure…?”

“I’m sure. It’s selfish of me to make you do all non-water activities. Obviously, you like the water if you booked a cruise.”

“I do, but it was more about getting you alone where you wouldn’t run off on me.”

I snorted. “I wouldn’t have run off. I’d been thinking of you every