Page 14 of Billionaire Retreat

“These silly L.A. girls just don’t get me like you do,” he said playfully. He settled back and his expression grew serious. “So, how’d you sleep last night?”

I cleared my throat and said, “Fine. Why?” I could tell from the look in his eyes that the direction of the conversation was changing to a more intimate subject matter.

“I thought about you last night. If Jackson and his crew hadn’t come along when they had…”

“Nothing more would have happened,” I interrupted, blushing.

“You really believe that?”

I felt a familiar stirring between my legs and crossed one leg tightly over another. “We’re in public, let’s talk about something else.”

He reached under the table and stroked my leg lightly.

“No one’s around but us,” he said. He continued to stroke my outer thigh. His hand felt warm and I wanted to spread my legs and let his hand explore other areas. I resisted and slapped at his hand.

“Control yourself.”

He sighed and pulled his hand back. “I’ll do my best, but I’m not going to make any promises.” He leaned towards me and whispered softly, “I want you and I know you want me too. It’s going to happen between us... it’s just a matter of when and where.”

He got up then and went to talk to the rest of his brother’s crew. I needed a cold shower. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the next few hours, let alone the next few days without thinking about his words and how they rocked me to my very core.

* * *

I spent the next few days avoiding spending any time alone with Griffin. I was afraid that just a few minutes alone with him would end with me in a very compromising position. Thankfully, we didn’t have another solo activity until the massage therapists arrived on the island.

Each guest and entertainment specialist was paired up in their own little tent just off the shore. Griffin lay on a table a few feet away from me and after the masseuse left, we continued to lie there looking out at the waves.

I heard Griffin stand up and told myself not to turn around, but I peeked and saw his naked, perfect backside before he slid on his robe. I turned around quickly and pretended to be looking out over the water, but the view of Griffin’s backside rivaled the view in front of me.

“We should get going,” I said at last, not really meaning it. “I’m sure they’re waiting for us.” I sat up on the table and absent-mindedly made sure my robe was still tied.

Griffin stopped in front of me. I sat there facing him, knowing that my resolve was slowly fading away. I could see the evidence of his desire clearly pressing against his robe, and I could feel the evidence of my desire starting off as a dull ache between my legs.

“They can wait,” he said reaching towards me and unknotting the robe I had surreptitiously slipped into once the masseuse exited the tent.

He pushed it down my shoulders and I shrugged it off, not bothering to pretend anymore. He was right. It was going to happen between us eventually, no matter what. And it was happening now.

I hadn’t bothered to put my bra back on after the masseuse left. My breasts were exposed and Griffin slowly brought them into his hands, cupping them. He brushed my nipples with his thumbs and I sighed in pleasure, enjoying the feel of his warm hands against my breasts, touching my nipples, making me moan.

“Shhh...” he said, kissing me hard to silence me. “We don’t want to get caught.”

He grabbed my hand and we sneaked around the other tents. My heart was racing in anticipation. We made our way up a staircase that I didn’t even know existed. It led to what I guessed was the other wing of the resort.

“Just up these stairs,” he said.

As I went up, I could feel his hand sliding up my leg. I immediately paused and turned around.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it to the room… I want you now, Griffin,” I said, not caring if we got caught screwing like a pair of horny teenagers on the stairs.

“There’s a supply closet off the kitchen,” he said as he turned me back around and pressed against me. I could feel his erection against my butt and I shifted against it, teasing him.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll take you right here, right now on these stairs.”

I pressed my butt up against his penis again and he promptly slid a hand between my legs when we heard voices echoing in the staircase.

“Supply closet it is,” he said simply, moving his hand away from my warmth. My heart was beating and I felt an overwhelming sense of urgency as if I had to have him inside me, right there and then. I felt like waiting would make me explode.

“Right here,” he said, as I accidentally passed the closet by. I backtracked quickly and went in. He followed me inside and closed the door securely behind us. I dropped the robe and he dropped his. He backed me up against a wall and then easily picked me up and wrapped my legs around his hips. My legs were open just enough for him to enter me and he did so without hesitating. He slid into my wetness easily, filling me with one single smooth motion.