A Tropical Rendezvous: A BWWM Interracial Bad Boy Billionaire Multicultural Romance (African American Romance) by Ella Celestine
Authors: Ella Celestine
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them, and they proved that fact many times as they experimented inside the private jet’s bedroom. She’d tied him up and pleasured him until he passed out. Then, he’d taken her every which way possible before she’d begged him to enter her sweet ass. That brought a smile to his face and even now, just thinking about it, he was hard and ready for another round.
What surprised him, though, was that the woman herself was not only incredibly hot but was also an intriguing change from his usual woman. Instead of looking for him to support her, which he would if she wanted him to, Briana was determined to become totally independent. Her only reason for being with him was that she actually liked being with him, which was nice for a change. How would he return to his life when the week — or rather four days since he’d skipped out on the first few days of activities — ended was something he didn’t know.
“It’s too early to be thinking so hard,” she moaned as her body contorted into a stretch. Her smile dimmed when she caught his dark look. “Something wrong?”
He turned to her and blew out a long breath. “I’m not ready.”
For a moment, he thought she might tell him to buck up or man up or some other tough talking cliché, but she didn’t. Instead, Briana lifted the blankets, revealing her luscious naked body and pink tipped breasts and sent him a heated stare. “You have until the rehearsal and dinner to get ready, and I’m willing to help.” She smiled, and his entire body relaxed as he rolled atop of her.
“Are you going to be my little helper.” He growled the question in her ear, pressing his body between her legs.
She nodded with a sultry smile. “Yes, Mr. Davidson. Whatever you like,” she said in a husky whisper that drove him mad.
He spent the rest of the morning buried inside Briana, bringing them both unspeakable pleasure until all they could do was sleep.
~
“Food and clothes. That’s what I need today,” Briana told Maddox hours later when they woke up, her body was still wrapped around his like a finger monkey. “What do you need?”
Maddox pulled her close and pressed his erection into her. “This.”
She laughed and pressed back, not bothering to quiet the moan that escaped. “Okay . . . well, let’s get me fed and you can help me buy a dress for the wedding. When that’s done, I am but your willing slave.” After the past two and a half days, she meant it. The man had her body on a constant buzz, always ready for him no matter where she was or what she was doing.
Blue eyes grew wide, darkened with desire. “Seriously?”
“Totally serious,” she said.
He hopped from the bed with a big, sexy smile. “Then what are we waiting for, we have a dress to buy.”
Ninety minutes later they were walking, hand in hand, at the mall. It was all very small town couple, which should have worried her. She should have pulled her hand away and shoved in her pocket, but she didn’t. She couldn’t because it felt too damn good wrapped in his.
“I just want something simple that I can wear again if I need to.”
Maddox laughed and gave her arm a placating pat. “Sure thing, Bri.”
He didn’t believe her, and she couldn’t blame him. A man with his wealth was probably used to women who were professional shoppers. She, however, wasn’t like that. Although she sometimes bought pretty things, it wasn’t often. She didn’t like having many things anyway, they made packing hard and if there was one thing that foster care drilled into a person was the need to pack up fast and get gone even faster.
“I’m not like your women, Maddox, I shop for necessity.” There was a mixture of pride and embarrassment in her words.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
She glared and marched into a large department store where she headed straight for the dresses. Black was good, but something soft and multi-purpose would be better. Wrinkle-resistant too. She grabbed four and made her
What surprised him, though, was that the woman herself was not only incredibly hot but was also an intriguing change from his usual woman. Instead of looking for him to support her, which he would if she wanted him to, Briana was determined to become totally independent. Her only reason for being with him was that she actually liked being with him, which was nice for a change. How would he return to his life when the week — or rather four days since he’d skipped out on the first few days of activities — ended was something he didn’t know.
“It’s too early to be thinking so hard,” she moaned as her body contorted into a stretch. Her smile dimmed when she caught his dark look. “Something wrong?”
He turned to her and blew out a long breath. “I’m not ready.”
For a moment, he thought she might tell him to buck up or man up or some other tough talking cliché, but she didn’t. Instead, Briana lifted the blankets, revealing her luscious naked body and pink tipped breasts and sent him a heated stare. “You have until the rehearsal and dinner to get ready, and I’m willing to help.” She smiled, and his entire body relaxed as he rolled atop of her.
“Are you going to be my little helper.” He growled the question in her ear, pressing his body between her legs.
She nodded with a sultry smile. “Yes, Mr. Davidson. Whatever you like,” she said in a husky whisper that drove him mad.
He spent the rest of the morning buried inside Briana, bringing them both unspeakable pleasure until all they could do was sleep.
~
“Food and clothes. That’s what I need today,” Briana told Maddox hours later when they woke up, her body was still wrapped around his like a finger monkey. “What do you need?”
Maddox pulled her close and pressed his erection into her. “This.”
She laughed and pressed back, not bothering to quiet the moan that escaped. “Okay . . . well, let’s get me fed and you can help me buy a dress for the wedding. When that’s done, I am but your willing slave.” After the past two and a half days, she meant it. The man had her body on a constant buzz, always ready for him no matter where she was or what she was doing.
Blue eyes grew wide, darkened with desire. “Seriously?”
“Totally serious,” she said.
He hopped from the bed with a big, sexy smile. “Then what are we waiting for, we have a dress to buy.”
Ninety minutes later they were walking, hand in hand, at the mall. It was all very small town couple, which should have worried her. She should have pulled her hand away and shoved in her pocket, but she didn’t. She couldn’t because it felt too damn good wrapped in his.
“I just want something simple that I can wear again if I need to.”
Maddox laughed and gave her arm a placating pat. “Sure thing, Bri.”
He didn’t believe her, and she couldn’t blame him. A man with his wealth was probably used to women who were professional shoppers. She, however, wasn’t like that. Although she sometimes bought pretty things, it wasn’t often. She didn’t like having many things anyway, they made packing hard and if there was one thing that foster care drilled into a person was the need to pack up fast and get gone even faster.
“I’m not like your women, Maddox, I shop for necessity.” There was a mixture of pride and embarrassment in her words.
“Then what are we waiting for?”
She glared and marched into a large department store where she headed straight for the dresses. Black was good, but something soft and multi-purpose would be better. Wrinkle-resistant too. She grabbed four and made her
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