The Billionaire's Prize: Taken & Tempted: (Book 3 Billionaire Bodyguard Series) by Kristi Avalon Page A
Authors: Kristi Avalon
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Slone’s consent sealed the deal.
Back in the guestroom she located the bathing suit Mindy had mentioned purchasing for her. When she put on the bikini, the strings were a little hard to fasten. She wondered if she’d tied it wrong, because she swore she was falling out of the skimpy two-piece.
On the way to grab a towel from the linen closet in the bathroom, she passed a mirror and gasped. She immediately hunted for a t-shirt, or something to wear over the bathing suit.
No way would she traipse around Cade’s penthouse with her ample chest on display. She didn’t have the worst body. She was okay with being more voluptuous than the average girl. But that glimpse in the mirror reminded her should’ve stopped at one slice of pizza. If she did that every time, she might not need to put anything on over swimwear. She found a gauzy sleeveless shell in the same drawer as the swimsuit, beside the intimate apparel, and dragged it on over her head.
Good enough. She wrapped the towel around her waist to cover her lower half, slid into her yellow flip flops, and scurried through the living room past Slone. She heard the magazine shift and crinkle before she slipped out the doors, glass of wine in hand.
Beside the pool she dropped her towel and eased into the hot tub, taking her time, letting her skin adjust to the scalding temperature. Her glasses fogged so she removed them and set them near the towel. When she slid in up to her shoulders, she released a deep sigh. The contrast of the cool night air on her face and the hot bubbling water made the world melt away.
Exactly what she needed. Enveloped in heat and comfort, her eyelids grew heavy. She accidentally dozed off, for how long she wasn’t sure. When she reached for her wine glass, her fingertips grazed a pair of long bare feet.
Opening her eyes, her gaze followed the hair-dusted muscular shapes of his calves up to navy swim trunks. She paused at his waist, gaping at the mounds of muscle that made up his six-pack abs. Her lips parted. Oh, my God, those abs. The most perfect she’d ever seen, on an underwear model or in real life. Every tan slope and sharp crease invited her tongue to trace the sexy ridges. A towel draped around his neck, over his muscular shoulders and down the broad plane of his smooth chest. Her gaze leaped up to his chiseled lips poised in a half grin. Finally, she met his vibrant blue eyes.
Embarrassment burned in her cheeks. “Hi.”
“Don’t mind me.” His gaze flicking lazily over her, he didn’t move. “Just admiring the view.”
“It’s beautiful up here.” She’d lost her conversational skills somewhere between his abs and his mouth. Could he be any more gorgeous?
His smile spread to flash white teeth. “Even more so now.”
Gorgeous and complimentary. She had zero experience with a man like him. She was in way over her head. And drowning fast. She grabbed her wine and gulped it down, the alcohol rushing to her head making her dizzy.
“Easy, honey.” Eyes heavy-lidded, he gestured to her with the uncorked wine bottle in his hand. “Some things are meant to be tasted slowly, savored.”
His potent sex appeal matched by his witty charm made her slippery inside and short of breath. Her pulse hammered in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, no matter how hard she tried. And she really was trying.
“Join me for a drink?” he asked.
Actually, it seemed more like he was joining her, but she wasn’t about to correct him. Or complain.
When she nodded, he poured himself a glass, refilled hers, and levered into the hot tub beside her. Close beside her. The slippery sensation intensified, her abdomen filling with uninvited desire.
He slid a wet thumb across the label on the bottle and she practically felt the touch on her own skin. A luxurious shiver drifted down her spine. “You have good taste in wine,” he said. “I’ve had this bottle for a while, waiting for a good reason to open it. Cheers.”
She
Back in the guestroom she located the bathing suit Mindy had mentioned purchasing for her. When she put on the bikini, the strings were a little hard to fasten. She wondered if she’d tied it wrong, because she swore she was falling out of the skimpy two-piece.
On the way to grab a towel from the linen closet in the bathroom, she passed a mirror and gasped. She immediately hunted for a t-shirt, or something to wear over the bathing suit.
No way would she traipse around Cade’s penthouse with her ample chest on display. She didn’t have the worst body. She was okay with being more voluptuous than the average girl. But that glimpse in the mirror reminded her should’ve stopped at one slice of pizza. If she did that every time, she might not need to put anything on over swimwear. She found a gauzy sleeveless shell in the same drawer as the swimsuit, beside the intimate apparel, and dragged it on over her head.
Good enough. She wrapped the towel around her waist to cover her lower half, slid into her yellow flip flops, and scurried through the living room past Slone. She heard the magazine shift and crinkle before she slipped out the doors, glass of wine in hand.
Beside the pool she dropped her towel and eased into the hot tub, taking her time, letting her skin adjust to the scalding temperature. Her glasses fogged so she removed them and set them near the towel. When she slid in up to her shoulders, she released a deep sigh. The contrast of the cool night air on her face and the hot bubbling water made the world melt away.
Exactly what she needed. Enveloped in heat and comfort, her eyelids grew heavy. She accidentally dozed off, for how long she wasn’t sure. When she reached for her wine glass, her fingertips grazed a pair of long bare feet.
Opening her eyes, her gaze followed the hair-dusted muscular shapes of his calves up to navy swim trunks. She paused at his waist, gaping at the mounds of muscle that made up his six-pack abs. Her lips parted. Oh, my God, those abs. The most perfect she’d ever seen, on an underwear model or in real life. Every tan slope and sharp crease invited her tongue to trace the sexy ridges. A towel draped around his neck, over his muscular shoulders and down the broad plane of his smooth chest. Her gaze leaped up to his chiseled lips poised in a half grin. Finally, she met his vibrant blue eyes.
Embarrassment burned in her cheeks. “Hi.”
“Don’t mind me.” His gaze flicking lazily over her, he didn’t move. “Just admiring the view.”
“It’s beautiful up here.” She’d lost her conversational skills somewhere between his abs and his mouth. Could he be any more gorgeous?
His smile spread to flash white teeth. “Even more so now.”
Gorgeous and complimentary. She had zero experience with a man like him. She was in way over her head. And drowning fast. She grabbed her wine and gulped it down, the alcohol rushing to her head making her dizzy.
“Easy, honey.” Eyes heavy-lidded, he gestured to her with the uncorked wine bottle in his hand. “Some things are meant to be tasted slowly, savored.”
His potent sex appeal matched by his witty charm made her slippery inside and short of breath. Her pulse hammered in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, no matter how hard she tried. And she really was trying.
“Join me for a drink?” he asked.
Actually, it seemed more like he was joining her, but she wasn’t about to correct him. Or complain.
When she nodded, he poured himself a glass, refilled hers, and levered into the hot tub beside her. Close beside her. The slippery sensation intensified, her abdomen filling with uninvited desire.
He slid a wet thumb across the label on the bottle and she practically felt the touch on her own skin. A luxurious shiver drifted down her spine. “You have good taste in wine,” he said. “I’ve had this bottle for a while, waiting for a good reason to open it. Cheers.”
She
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