Romancing The Billionaire: The Billionaire's Club

6. Shaylee

The last twenty-fourhours had been a-freaking-mazing. Comfy, cozy, full of fun naked adult time.

The cabin I’d gotten for us in the Tennessee hills also happened to be beyond gorgeous.

Very secluded, the closest major road and neighbors were about three miles up the dirt path. It was a place I’d been a few times before. It helped to know people sometimes. This place was quiet. Heaven.

The old log cabin had been renovated over the last couple of years to include two new bedrooms, giving it a total of three. The perfect family getaway. There were two large bathrooms, an expansive living room, and a kitchen with open walls so you could see the full span of the dining room. Hardwood floors throughout, antique lamps, a wood burning fireplace. The bathrooms had tile around the showers, each had a clawfoot bathtub, plus large his and hers sinks.

It was grand.

My dream house came to life before me.

And yes, before you say it, I know. I lived on the coast. There was sand and surf mere streets away. I loved that, I did, but I also loved the mountains. Trees, greenery, the sound of a creek in the distance. The quiet that came with being in the middle of nowhere. Just us and nature. Trust me, you’d love it too.

After a hard work week, this was the kind of place I really wanted to escape to. For now, I would settle for mini vacations. I wasn’t sure the boss would like me being this far away from him—if I wanted to stay.

Every part of this cabin was glorious, but this bathroom, lord, I could move in here. It had a huge window that allowed you to watch the wilderness while you bathed.

At first, I was a little put off by this feature. However, it had that film on it that let you see out, but no one could see in. Don’t worry, James tested that the minute we got here. Flashlights, lighters, it all failed to let him see in.

This window was right in front of the big claw foot tub. Talk about letting you soak in nature. It’s turned out to be one of my favorite spots.

I sigh at the thought of getting out of said tub. It was beyond relaxing. I’d not been able to take a bath by myself in two years. I didn’t want to leave this spot—my watery heaven; the cooling water, however, gave me a reason to get out. It had lost its scorching heat long ago.

In a minute, I’d get out. I already resembled a raisin, so it wasn’t gonna hurt to stay another minute or two.

I could hear James was still on the phone with his dad. I used that as another reason to stay a bit longer. Why was he taking a work call while on vacation? Well, being the boss meant you really didn’t have the luxury of a real day off. Neither of us minded; he was needed, after all. There was a problem with a new client contract, but from the sounds of it, they’d gotten it sorted rather quickly.

No rest for the wicked, I guess.

Finally giving in, I used my toes to pull the stopper and stood up. I grabbed a towel, wrapping the thin fabric around me. My messy bun shifted as I leaned down to see if my toes were wrinkled. They were, just a little.

There was a slight chill in the air after being in that warm water for so long. I tiptoed out to the bedroom, hearing James laughing. He and his dad had moved onto sports talk. Well, that was rude. I dropped the towel to quickly climb up on the bed. I knew how to get that call to end.

The night was young; I wanted nothing but my fiancé naked and in this bed with me.

Laying back against the pillows, I planted my feet on the firm mattress. I knew what he liked, and I was going to use every bit of knowledge I had to drive him crazy.

I watched him as he paced, turned, and stopped in the doorway, the cell still at his ear, his eyes on me. I said nothing, just moved my hands down my body, cupping my breasts, then let them move lower across my stomach and then to my sex. I teased myself, letting my thumb rub my clit while my fingers slid through my wet folds.

His eyes were glued to me as he said, “Dad, I gotta go. Yeah, love you too.” The cell hit the floor with a soft thud. Hopefully, the rug broke its fall. Honestly, I couldn’t seem to care at the moment. I was too busy watching the sexy-a-sin man stalking my way. His T-shirt was gone, falling to the floor as he stepped out of his shorts. His long, thick cock bobbed with each step like it was waving at me.

I grinned, sat up, and flopped down on my belly. My hand went out to take him in my hand. Slowly, I worked my hand up and down his shaft. My mouth soon joined in the fun. Fisting him, I bobbed my head, swallowing, taking him as far as I could before pulling up.

“Fuck…” His groan had me smiling around his length. The taste of him. The feel of his silky smooth, hard shaft filling my mouth. It was a sensory overload.

The smack of his hand on my bare ass cheek; the sting had my sex clenching. The moan that followed caused him to jerk. The vibration doing the same to him as that smack on my ass had done to me.

“Baby…fuck. If you do that again, I’m coming.”

Challenge accepted.

I used my free hand to cup his balls. My thumb rubbed as I caressed the heavy weight of them. I felt his hand tighten in the messy bun at the back of my head. He was always gentle, never tugging, but he knew just what that touch, that hold, did to me. My head bobbed faster, my teeth lightly scraping along the veins in his shaft. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make his knees weak. I loved this man so damn much.

It took mere minutes before his breath hitched, and just as he’d done many times, he exploded in my mouth.

“Fuck!” The grip on my hair tightened slightly sending a chill down my spine.

Let me just say, I loved that I could make him lose all control. It was a superpower, but having to either spit or swallow, not so much. But swallow it, I did. I swirled my tongue along his shaft, cleaning every drop of him.

Looking up through my lashes, I watched him. His eyes were closed, but the second I pulled free of him, he straightened, his eyes boring into mine.

“Seems I need a little recovery time.”

Smirking, I rolled over, trying to get off the bed. I had plans for him. I didn’t make it though. Oh no, he gripped my arm and leg to pull me back to him. There was no way to get free, not that I really wanted to.

I’d wanted to spend every waking hour seducing him. Making him lose his mind in lust and desire.

So far, I was batting a thousand.

The last few hours I’d spent curled into the warmth of James’ sleeping form. We’d both needed a good night’s sleep after, well, indulging in our lust-filled need for one another for hours. My body was deliciously sore in all the right places, but I needed a warm soak in the tub or I’d be walking funny soon.

Slipping out of the bed, I made my way into the bathroom. The large carpet around the tub helped keep the coolness of the tile under it off my feet. I turned the tap to start filling the tub; the lavender bubbles I’d poured in soon permeated the room with a sweet, soft, relaxing aroma. Slowly, I slid down into the water. I wasn’t sure where they’d found this tub, but it was huge. I sank down into the water to my chin.

Sighing, I closed my eyes.

“Lee, you okay?”

I looked up to see James coming in, his brows pinched together.

“Yeah, just a little achy.” I smiled up at him. “Not that I am complaining. A hot soak will help, don’t worry.”

His features relaxed, that sexy smirk of his pulled at his lips. The man really was sex on legs. He had no idea—maybe he did. It could be that I was an easy book to read when it came to him. Either way, that smirk did things to me.

I locked my lips for a second. “You want to join me? It’s nice and warm in here.”

He watched me, not needing a second invitation. His clothes hit the floor so fast, he probably broke some speed records. Grinning, he motioned for me to slide down so he could get in behind me.

I shook my head. “No, you get in and let me take care of you for once.” He hesitated but did as I asked. I used my toes to turn the hot water back on. I hadn’t needed a lot of water to cover just me, but adding him to the mix, a little more wouldn’t hurt.

I pulled at his shoulders, and he finally gave in and laid back against me. His warmth soaked into me. When the water was just right, I used my toes to turn the facet back off.

His chuckle had me tapping his cheek with my nail. My eyes narrowing slightly.

“Don’t you dare say it.”

His chuckle filled the room before he said, “Your little monkey toes, they come in handy more and more it seems.” He’d said it! I couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up inside of me. Jerk!

“You leave my toes out of this.”

“You brought them into it. Not me.” He laughed even more.

I reached for the washcloth and the lavender body wash I loved so much.

“Yuck it up, sucker.” He was going to smell pretty now, as punishment. If it could be a punishment. I mean, I’d be the only one here smelling him for the next couple days.

Shaking off those thoughts, I let the cloth get sudsy in my hand then slowly started to run it along his chest, shoulders, then down his abdomen. His taut muscles made me sigh. He really was perfect.

“I love you,” I said, softly kissing his neck.

“I love you, too, baby.”

I smiled as I washed his arms, watching the small bubbles popping against his skin. With a little pressure on him, he sat up so I could wash his back. I’d take any and all excuses to have my hands all over him.

“Who would have thought a few shots of tequila in a crowded bar would lead us to this place? Here, now.”

He leaned back; I used the movement to run the cloth across one shoulder then back across his chest again.

“I knew the moment I saw you that you were special.”

“Pfft.”

“It sounds?—”

“Like you’re ready to make grits with all that corn,” I remarked, holding back laughter. My big, sometimes goofy, work-a-holic man was a teddy bear under the rough exterior. Too bad the only one who got to see that was me—and of course, Lola. I was sure his mom and grandma knew how he was too. He was just like his dad. Hard on the outside with a gooey marshmallow center.

His bark of laughter made me grin. “Yeah, okay. I’ll give you that one.”

I responded, “It was all up to the fates, or God, or whoever/whatever guides us through life. They made us meet and then be separate. That time apart, for me at least, looking back on it, was just what I needed. It gave me a unique perspective. If I could redo it, I wouldn’t. Everything has turned out just as it should be.”

“I’ll forever be grateful for our second chance. Never doubt that.”

“I don’t.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw as I let the washcloth slide further into the water, my hand moving to wash every part of him. He jerked slightly when it slid over his semi hard cock. I made sure to move along his thigh, as far as I could reach, then I released the cloth to gently take him in my hand, letting the water help me move it up and down his shaft smoothly.

No matter what anyone said, I would never get enough of this man. And thankfully, he felt the same about me.

My lips pressed against his neck as I worked his length, his body relishing in the sensations coursing through him.

“Fuuck…” his words trailed off into a long groan when my grip tightened slightly. My hand folded up and down the silky skin of his cock, my thumb teasing the tip each time.

“I’ve got you.” I nipped at his ear.

This side of him, the man who let me take charge so that I could show him some of the same attention he gave me—it was sexy as hell.

With each day that we got to be together, to love one another, to love our daughter—I could never imagine my life being any different now. This was a new normal. A new life that, even if I were a little hesitant in the beginning, I wouldn’t change for anything.

James’ body started to tense, his orgasm imminent. Smiling, I worked him faster, squeezing his shaft harder on the upstroke.

His entire body went taut when he came with a sudden jerk. His bucking hips sloshed water onto the floor. I couldn’t help but be proud of this moment. I’d been the one to bring him to release. To give him pure pleasure.

And we had two more days before everyone else would get here. I couldn’t wait.