Her Billionaire Boss by Gena Snow

Chapter 9

Harper

 

 

 

 

 

Nicholas Alton, topless on a surfing board riding waves, is a priceless, breathtaking sight. There’s little doubt he enjoys the sport even though he seemed reluctant to accept his cousin’s invitation earlier. The two of them undoubtedly did not like each other on land, but out in the water, they race and chase like two beautiful fish, showing off their maneuvers and speeds. Nick’s laughing like a kid, utterly different from the intense, grumpy boss I’ve known.

My eyes are glued to him. God he’s beautiful. I like the boyish side of the man much more than the grumpy boss. And I like him in his red swim trunks more than he is in a blue dress shirt. Hell, I might like him even more if he hasn’t got a thread on his gorgeous body. Yum-yum.

Stop it. I admonish myself as a hot stream of something rush down my core.

I shouldn’t be having such indecent thoughts about my boss. He may be a sexy surfer, but he’s still a jerk.

I tear my eyes away from him and focus on the ocean for a minute. Yes, I certainly don’t mind the respite. I lie on the sand and enjoy the kiss of the sun on my legs and arms. Gosh. It’s been months since I’m enjoying outdoors like this.

A moment later, a shout breaks my meditation and I sit up, gazing in the direction of the surfers. I see a surfer doing a 360 spin on the crest of a breaking wave, looking as magnificent as a sea god. I know it’s Nick in his red shorts. My mouth opens at the spectacular sight—and then I gasp as he scoots down and the wave crashes over him. He glides ahead as the wave chases him, swallowing over him over and over. He emerges each time until he doesn’t. My heart plunges, and I panic for a moment, recalling what he said about Tristan’s accident right away. What if he hasn’t gotten a chance to breathe?

“Nick!” I shout, although he can’t possibly hear me given the distance and the sound of the waves.

I don’t know for how long my heart stops beating, but when I see him rushing out of the white blanket of waves, looking unperturbed on his board, tears gush down my cheeks.

Thank God. My arrogant boss is still alive.

When he gets out of the water, I can’t help going to him. As soon as he puts down the surfboard, I hug him, letting the water beads on his body soak my dress.

“Oh God,” I whisper. “Boss, you were awesome!”

He chuckles as he hugs me back, his hand roaming over my back. And then, to my surprise, he cups my face and kisses me.

That’s unexpected. I stiffen for a just second before yielding to his demanding lips. His heart pounds against his chest and the vibration echoes through my body. I love the taste of his lips, salty and sweet. A small noise escapes from my throat and is matched by a grunt from him.

When he deepens our kiss and teases my tongue with his, my head spins at the sensation. My God. I’ve missed his kisses since last night. What are his lips made of? They’re burning hot and the heat travels straight down my belly. I haven’t forgotten we’re outside at the beach and there are swimmers and surfers around, but I don’t care. I’m unable to think because the delicious kiss consumes me. His tongue feels like some kind of candy that I can’t have enough.

I’m melting into a puddle when I hear a clear of throat followed by Rob’s voice. “Nick, I hate to interrupt but would you like to join me for dinner at the French restaurant later?”

What’s he doing? All I want is to devour Nick right here on the beach. Shit. What’s happened to me and who’s this horny girl?

Nick looks annoyed as he pulls away from me. From the look on his face, I know dinner it’s the last thing on his mind. But he takes a deep breath and nods. “Sure.”

I nearly groan. Why did he agree? He doesn’t even like his cousin.

Nick towels off and puts on his shirt. When we’re on our way back to our suite, he offers an explanation, “It used to be my favorite restaurant. I’m sure you’ll like it. We’ll get to find out more about the resort from Rob at dinner.”

I shrug. “Whatever you say, sir. You’re my boss.”

His eyes darken for a moment before he smirks. “Really? Let’s see what else you’ll do for me, then.”

I gasp at the meaning of his words. The sight of the suite makes me tremble with excitement. What will he want me to do?

I find out the answer soon enough.

“We still got time before dinner,” he says as soon as he stops the engine of the car. “Would you like to join me in the spa?”

My legs wobble at the suggestion. It’s what’s been on my mind all afternoon. I nearly blurt out a yes, but I wait for a second before I nod. “Sure.”

He has a hungry look on his face when he puts his arm around my shoulder and walks me back into the suite.

We go straight to the second floor. I change into my bikini and put my hair into a bun before stepping out to the balcony. Nick is already inside the tub, his lower body submerged in water while his biceps rests on the edge. Oh Lord. I have trouble breathing. I have to look away because the way he gazes at me makes me feel extremely self-conscious. I feel naked although I’m not. Avery always says I have a great body, so I’m confident of myself, but at the moment, I’m not sure anymore and I pray Nick likes what he sees.

Not until he whistles do I let out a sigh of relief. “You’re gorgeous,” he says as I he straightens.

“Thank you,” I say as I tear my eyes away from his enticing body and descend into the water. “You aren’t bad yourself.”

Am I kidding? The man is the definition of hot! But then, I don’t want to inflate his ego more. He’s already cocky enough.

Nick chuckles softly. “Really? Then why aren’t you looking at me?”

Shit. What am I supposed to say? Because I would dissolve in water if I did?

I laugh nervously and meet his blue eyes, pretending I’m not struggling to stay sane. “It’s just that I…err. It’s the first time I’m in a spa with a guy.”

“Oh,” he says. “Is it the first time you stay in a hotel with a guy, too?”

“Y-yeah if you don’t count my dad and my brother.”

He looks satisfied with my answer. “That’s a lot of firsts for you, then.”

His voice sounds gruff.

First. The word makes me squirm. Will he give me my first time, too? Right here at the spa? I bite my lip at the possibility.

“Fuck. What the hell are you thinking?” Nick mutters, scooting so close to me his lips are inches away.

“N-nothing,” I say, looking away again.

His trunks are making a huge tent, which means he’s as turned on as I am.

“I’m not going to pop your cherry,” he says. “If that’s what you have in mind.”

Shit. My cheeks are burning with desire and shame.

“No it isn’t,” I say, lifting my chin. “I’m saving my cherry for someone who deserves it.”

He chuckles again. “I like that. But what kind of a guy does he have to be? Rich? Good looking? Like me?”

I roll my eyes. Unbelievable.  I rack my brain quickly for a cleave retort. “He has to be a professor,” I say, not knowing where it comes from.

His eyes narrow right away.  “Did you have a crush on Jared, too?”

I realize my blunder and laugh. “No, I didn’t. But there’re many other professors around.”

“What the hell is so good about those nerds?”

I shrug. “Knowledge?”

He huffs. “You mean useless knowledge?”

I gasp dramatically. “I’ll tell Jared you said that.”

“I’ve already told him that,” he says with a laugh. “And Hailey agrees with me. As far as I know, she didn’t marry him for his knowledge.”

I roll my eyes.  “Oh yeah? What did she marry him for, then? His money?”

He smirks at me. “Stop pretending. You know the answer.”

Shit. Of course I know. Avery and Hailey aren’t subtle when they brag about their bedroom experiences and I’ve gotten a pretty good idea of their husbands’ sexual prowess.

“I don’t.” I lie but make a mistake glancing at his tent which has become even larger than earlier.

As my thighs tingle, I can’t help but squeeze them together to ease an ache in my center.

Fuck. Nick mutters and grabs my shoulders. Before I know it, his lips are on mine again, and his hardness is nudging against my belly. Firework flashes in my eyes and I whimper. My bare skin rubs against his, sending heat waves all over me. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he demands after letting go of my mouth.

I want you inside me. Oh Lord. I nearly blurt it out but stop myself. He’s said he doesn’t want to pop my cherry and I’m not going to beg.

Instead, I slide down slowly and crouch in front of him. I gaze at him as I tug at the waistband of his bathing trunks, and he shudders. My eyes not leaving his, I peel down the fabric slowly, unwrapping the gift hidden inside. I’m excited and nervous—I’ve been a bad girl because I’ve dreamed of it often in the past two weeks.

“Look at it, baby, please,” Nick says in a hoarse voice.

“Okay,” I say as I look at the gorgeous sight in front of me. Long, thick, and hard.

I enclose it with both hands and squeeze it, watching the pleasure painted on Nick’s face.

“Keep moving,” he says with a groan.

I arch an eyebrow. “Beg me!”

He curses. “Little minx. Do as I say…please.”

I smirk and stroke him, not as adeptly as I would like, but not too clumsy either because Nick enjoys it. His hands grip my shoulders tightly as if holding back some enormous force. I increase my speed until my hands feel tired, and then I wrap my lips around him.

“Fuck!” He cups my face with his hands as if I’m his toy and he has to control my movement.

He is so big I gag before the tip even reaches my throat. He stops my attempt to go down further, and instead, rubs against the roof of my mouth. “This little hot mouth is mine,” he mutters possessively.

For the first time, I don’t mind his cockiness. Hell, every part of me wants to be his.

“I can’t imagine how good the rest of you would feel, sweetheart,” he groans again.

Oh God. My mouth opens wider because of that, and the tip of his hardness runs into my throat.

He throbs right away and his grip on me tightens with such force I let out a muffled yelp. He makes no effort to free me from his grasp, though. Instead, he trembles and grunts as a volcano erupts in my mouth.

I swallow down his hot male juice and, with his help, stand up. My legs warble as I lean against the wall of the tub. Nick takes me into his arms and kisses my head. “It was amazing, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say with a giggle. I’m exhausted. I might have trouble eating or swallowing for the next few days, but I don’t complain.

“Now, it’s time we shower and get ready for dinner,” he says and carries me out of the tub.