A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance by Heidi Hunter Page B

but I've forgotten it. One of my 99 billion problems.
    “I want to relax here a bit,” she says.
    “Okay, but you're missing out. This is magic water.”
    “It is not,” she says, but I can tell she's taken the bait. She's on the hook.
    “Oh yes it is. You know how rich I am. I have it specially made in a mountain cave according to a recipe from an Alchemist in the Dark Ages.”
    She sits up, enthralled by my story. Soon she slips into the water and swims over to me. I don't think I can perform again, but we bob in the water next to each other, our limbs occasionally touching. I tell her more of the story of the magic water, making it all up as I go.
    The acid keeps us up all night playing in the pool. In the morning, clouds roll in as the sun comes up. We struggle to see the individual rays or beams as the dark gray masses continue to block our view. She kisses me and I kiss her back. Soon I'm on my back looking up at that sky. Then the globes of her ass hover and appear. I look up and see her pussy so close. I reach out with my tongue to make sure it's real. Maybe I hit my head and fell asleep. She moans and I know to continue lapping and licking, occasionally sticking my tongue inside her.
    I feel her breasts on my chest, her nipples pressed against my flesh. My cock is next to her cheek. She licks, teases, tempts me to go further. I keep pleasing her with my mouth as she finally stops teasing and tastes me. The morning sounds of the ocean in the distance sound natural and strange at the same time. I hear her breathing. I hear me breathing.
    Our moans mix together into a chorus. We both forget the rest of the world and concentrate on task at hand. She uses her fingers too, holding me at the base as the blood flows and stays. I'm so hard every slightest brush of her lips or hair sends electricity through me. She's grinding her pussy against my face, using me for more than just my money.
    Somehow we cum at the same time. Maybe she's lying. I know I'm not as I shoot into her mouth again and again then slowly the release subsides and I'm back inside my body. She gets up and runs into the house. I don't follow, enjoying the feelings still reaching the furthest reaches of my mind. Soon she's back with a pitcher of orange juice and some fresh fruit.
    I don't remember what to call what she places in my mouth, but the texture and juices feel so good on my tongue then going down. I drink a tall glass and then another. I feel myself coming down slightly, but I know we have at least the morning. Maybe some of the afternoon. At some point I'll have to ask her to leave and return to my 99 billion problems, but for this one moment we are all that exists in the entire cosmos.
    “That was a freaky night,” she says.
    “I call it a normal Thursday.”
    She laughs then goes back to eating. I concentrate on enjoying the tastes as I look at the beauty of her body. She is fit and lean, but she has curves. Her breasts hang down. Her nipples stand up and out as if pouting. I want another taste. I start rubbing a piece of mango across her chest, making sure to test each nipple for sensitivity.
    “Already again?”
    “Our trip will be ending soon.”
    “We can go again.”
    “I need to work soon.”
    “No you don't!” she insists.
    I don't listen as I move in to taste the juice of the fruit on her tits. As I imagined, the tastes merge making both somehow better. Not bitter but not sweet.
    “You work too much,” she says, running her fingers through my hair again as I taste her chest.
    I lean back. “I don't work enough!” Standing up, I reach down my hand. “I want to go to the woods,” I say suddenly wanting to be enveloped by the forest. She is my nymph.
    I help her to her feet and we leave the morning tripper feast and, still naked, walk across the lawn toward the woods in the distance. At the bubbling brook as if from a fairy tale, she sits on a large boulder and begins twirling her hair.
    The air here is different. I can