Chapter 6
Holland
The private jet is another peek into the lifestyle of a billionaire.
There’s a master suite with a bathroom, an office and an entertainment room. Next to that is a small kitchen and a dining area.
Classical music plays softly throughout the aircraft. Employees in crisp uniforms hover, waiting to handle Theo’s every need.
I’m served expensive champagne in a flute with a cost I’m guessing could probably pay my yearly bills.
I run my hands over the soft leather armrests. The perks in Theo’s life are amazing but don’t think I could ever get used to any of them.
I glance over at Theo. He’s seated with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His head is turned toward the window.
After finding out the jet had a bedroom suite, the thought crossed my mind he might invite me to be part of the mile high club, but he’s barely said two words to me all morning.
I haven’t even been able to look into his eyes. They’ve been covered with dark sunglasses. Maybe he’s unhappy he’s here rather than at the company.
“We’ll be landing in a few minutes,” Theo says suddenly, finally removing his sunglasses and glancing at me.
“Good, then maybe you can get some rest. You look weary. Didn’t you sleep?”
“Not much,” he says dismissively as if his well-being is none of my concern.
Still, he needs to relax. “With your grandmother at the helm, the company will be fine without you,” I say firmly.
He grunts in response.
I sigh. “Where are we staying?”
“At a hotel.”
His attitude is starting to annoy me. “We didn’t have to take this trip. You could have gone somewhere alone and pretended we went somewhere together.”
“Sorry,” he says, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Like I said, I didn’t get much sleep. I had something on my mind.”
“Why not share what troubled you? Maybe I can help.”
His lips quirk into a smile. “I tossed and turned all night because I kept thinking about tasting your pussy.”
I blink. “Oh. Why didn’t you say so before now? I brought it with me if you’re hungry.”
Theo laughs. “I don’t know what to make of you, Holland.”
“Make of me? That’s easy. The answer is a satisfied woman.”
“It’s at the top of my to-do list.” He uncrosses his legs. “The first item I’ll check off once we’re in our room.”
“I do so love a well-organized man.”
He laughs again.
And then the plane starts the descent. Through the window, I spot islands dotted closely together in the ocean. “Where are we?”
“We’re over the Indian Ocean.”
“We flew all this way to stay in a hotel?”
“Trust me. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen,” he says mysteriously. “It’s almost fifteen feet below the ocean’s surface.”
“Below the…” My mouth drops open. “You expect me to sleep there?”
The plane taxis to a stop.
Theo unbuckles his seatbelt and stands. “You won’t get much sleep.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I unbuckle mine.
“You’ll choose to forego sleep.” He turns and leans in, putting his lips near my ear. “Because you’ll crave the things I’m going to do to you.”
“You think so?” I already know I’m all in but I’m enjoying the flirty banter with Theo.
“Look me in the eye and deny it,” he challenges.
“You want me, too,” I fire back.
“I never said I didn’t.”
“Then, fine,” I say. “We’re on the same page.” My stomach growls. I didn’t eat much before the trip.
Theo notices. “Let’s go feast on each other. Then we’ll eat.”
I glance at the attendant to see if she overheard our conversation, but her expression is stoic.
A man in a golf cart greets us as we step off the plane then loads our luggage into the back of a golf cart.
I’m not afraid of water because I’m an excellent swimmer, but sitting in an open golf cart while it navigates a long, concrete bridge without railings is unnerving. The bridge rises up from the ocean and there’s nothing to stop us from going over either side.
The wind whips my hair all around my face and my eyes sting from the sun’s brightness.
As if he senses my nervousness, Theo puts his hand on my thigh. If that’s meant to calm me, it’s backfiring because his hand is too close to my very eager core.
I squint at him and he slides his hand up. His pinky finger rests against my pussy. I breathe faster. Maybe he doesn’t realize how close he is.
Then he presses it in, moving it up and down slowly. “I’ll bet you forgot about being nervous,” he says softly.
“No,” I lie, “except now I’m nervous and horny.”
He laughs.
I like that he laughs.
The driver pulls the golf cart up by the massive double front doors of the hotel. The way it’s designed, you can’t even tell it’s a hotel. It looks like a white stone villa peeking up from the aquamarine water.
The doors swing open and two employees exit to welcome us enthusiastically.
He acknowledges them with a nod as we stride inside. I blink at the difference between the brightness and heat outdoors and the soft coolness of the interior.
I barely have time to look around as Theo strides to an elevator. I know that once I enter that elevator and go down with him, our relationship will no longer be a platonic contract one. This man I barely know will know my body intimately.
I want that. I walk in beside him and the doors whisper shut.
“Good girl,” he says.
“I can be,” I say. “But will you be a good boy?”
His lips quirk. “I will.”
The elevator stops and the doors open.
Then we enter our suite and I’m awed. The entire bedroom is glass. Glass walls, curved glass ceiling. The ocean is all around us giving the room a blue tint.
Hundreds of fish swim from all directions. I can’t speak. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Slowly, I walk to one of the walls and put my hand against it.
“I’ll shower first.”
“I’ll wait here,” I tell him.
“No.”
I turn and raise my eyebrows.
Theo takes a small bag from his luggage. “Follow me.”
I follow him into the bathroom. Dual sinks rest on the black marble countertop and every bath product under the sun is available. It’s weird to stand before the sinks while fish of every color swim by them.
I turn when I hear the water start in the huge shower. Like the bedroom, it’s surrounded by fish.
“Sit there,” Theo directs, gesturing toward a chair.
I sit and Theo drops to his haunches, looking deeply into my eyes. “Though we don’t have feelings for each other, I won’t make you feel like I’m using you. Every kiss and every touch is still important to me.”
Those are dangerous words to my heart. I want to both lean into them and yet pull back. I don’t know what to say that won’t open a door, that won’t make me vulnerable, so I remain silent.
Theo slowly unbuttons my shirt, letting his knuckles graze my skin with each move. He flicks it open once the final button is undone.
His head dips and his lips caress the valley between my breasts. “The scent of your perfume is intoxicating,” he whispers against my skin. His tongue traces a circle around my nipple through my bra.
“Theo,” I groan out.
He rises and strips off his shirt. I’m treated to a front row viewing of his magnificent abs and the V leading below his belt. I reach my hand up.
“That’s right,” he says, “touch me.”
I run my fingers across the ridged plane of muscle down to his belly button, then rest my hand on his belt. I look up at him.
He smiles at me. So beautifully handsome.
“Do you want me to—”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want my cock between your lips yet, but take me out. See what you’re going to be dealing with.”
I open his belt and unfasten his pants, pushing them down his thighs. His cock is big, the bulge straining against his underwear.
“Hold me,” he says.
I lift his swollen cock in my hand. The head is already slick. I swipe my thumb across it, and he sucks in a breath.
“Stand up.”
I obey without releasing him.
“Look at me, Holland.”
His eyes are dark with desire. “I spent last night wanting you. Imagining your hands on me and my hands on you. Don’t stroke me or I’ll come all over you.”
“It’s okay if you do,” I say.
“No, I want to be inside you.” He removes my jean shorts.
I’m wearing a decent bra and panty set, nothing to brag about, but his gaze devours me anyway. “I own some of the rarest art in the world, but I have never seen anything as beautiful as you.”
I blush. “You don’t have to flatter me.”
“It’s the truth. Now, my gorgeous thief, take your hands off my cock before I lose control.”
I let go and he nudges me back down in the chair, then hands me the bag he took from the luggage. “Open it.”
“A vibrator?”
“I ordered it last night thinking of you.” He grasps my chin, tipping my head up to face him. “While I shower, I’m going to watch pleasure yourself.” He runs his thumb over my lips.
If my panties weren’t soaked before, they are now. “You want a show?”
“Yes. I want to watch you slide it in and out of your tight little pussy, but you can’t let yourself come. That’s my job.”
My muscles are heavy, my body coiled in anticipation. “And if I do?” I ask, barely able to speak coherently. “Will you spank me?”
“I would never strike you without your consent, not even in play.”
“But what if I like to be spanked?”
Theo studies me. “You enjoy that?”
“I enjoy the thought of being wildly free with you. Not having rules or being bound by polite society.”
“You’re giving me permission to do as I please?”
“Yes, because I know you’ll please me.”
“What if I say I’m going to take you outside to the infinity pool and fuck you in the open?”
My eyes widen. “In front of other people?”
“Why? Does that turn you on?”
“People watching us?”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “It’s a private pool. I would never want anyone to look at you naked.”
“Why? Does thinking you alone own my body turn you on?”
“Do I? Own your body?”
“While we’re here,” I say boldly, ready for him to do the things he told me I’d crave.
“Then perhaps we’ll never leave.”
A need, full of emotions I can’t sort or define hums between us, connecting him to me.
I look away and he swoops in to kiss me. Tender. Hard. Asking. Demanding.
When he raises his head, he moves away to finish undressing then steps into the shower. “Get started,” he says, “and let me hear you.”
I slide my panties to my ankles, kick them off and spread my legs, then switch the vibrator on. It hums against my palm.
“I know you’re already wet. Is your clit swollen? Let me see.”
I bite my lip.
“Show me that clit, Holland and make some noise.”
I part myself and he groans.
“Yes…gorgeous woman. So perfect.”
I lightly touch the vibrator against myself and gasp. “Ah, that feels good.”
He pours shampoo and lathers it into his hair.
I follow a trail of suds running down his abdomen to his jutting cock. Then I ease the tip of the vibrator into my heated core. I moan and push it a little deeper in.
“You like my gift?” he asks as he soaps his body.
“More than a diamond, a vibrator is a girl’s best friend.”
His smiles as his hands cup his cock. He strokes it. “I love watching that tool disappear inside you.”
I breathe faster. Pump into myself harder and the sensations build.
“That’s enough,” he says hoarsely.
“No, no it isn’t.” I buck my hips. “I have to…have to finish. I want to come.”
The shower door flings opens and he strides across the floor. Putting his hand over mine, he stills my hand. “Your orgasms belong to me while we’re here.”
I squirm. “But I’m so close.”
He pulls the vibrator from me and tosses it into the sink.
“Theo…”
He picks me up and carries me into the shower.
“Wash. Quickly.”
I take the fastest shower of my life. Then Theo wraps me in a towel and carries me to the bed. He drops me down onto it and his gaze sears my body.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. Ruin you for even a vibrator. You will always see my face when you come. You’ll wish it were me on you and in you.”
I spread my legs wider. “Then ruin me.”