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But I lay awake for half the fucking night, turning it over in my head. And concluded that it really wouldn’t be a good idea. Who knows how long she’s going to be staying here with me. Sex with someone living in my home for the foreseeable future screams “messy”. I don’tdomessy. I don’t even really do relationships.
My last “girlfriend” would have been Robyn Vernon. And that was mainly for the sex. She was vapid, a little bit gold-digging, and snobby as all hell. If I’m being honest with myself, the best thing Uncle Bill ever did was run her off in the UK over Christmas.
But Anica isn’t like Robyn. She’s not like any of the women that I date. She’s… I don’t know, innocent? If that makes sense. Wholesome is probably the word that I’m looking for.
Antonio pulls up out the front of my building, opening the door as I climb out. “I’ll review that contract, sir.”
“Let me know.”
Striding inside, I impatiently take the elevator up to the penthouse, taking a deep breath and striding into the silent, empty space. Well, that’s a fucking anti-climactic moment. I follow the enticing smell of coffee to the kitchen, noting that there’s hot coffee in the machine.
I think I know where she will be. Upstairs. She really likes it up there, savoring the views. I’ve spent some time up there, but not like she does. Not one to waste an opportunity, I pour myself a coffee and make my way up. As I step out onto the terrace, my eyes zero in on her, and my mouth is suddenly dry.
There’s nothing wholesome about the sight in front of me. Anica is in the hot tub. In a red bikini. It’s not super skimpy or anything like that. That wouldn’t be her style. But it doesn’t need to be either of those things to be perfect.
She’s kneeling on the seat with her arms folded along the top of the tub, looking out at the view. The smooth expanse of soft skin at her back is exposed to me, since her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy topknot. The jets aren’t currently going, so I can see her ass, clad in red bikini bottoms beneath the water.
Suddenly, all my reasons that it would be a bad idea to sleep with Anica flee my head. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I make my way over to the hot tub, leaving my coffee mug on the wet bar and stripping to my boxer briefs as I go. I climb in and drop onto the seat beside her, and Anica finally notices my presence. She jumps slightly, blushing deeply, almost deep enough to match her bright red bikini. Huh, the same color as my new Ferrari. Anica twists, seating herself next to me and sinking down into the water until it laps at the tops of her breasts. I could watch it there for hours.
My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I observe the water moving against her skin. She slides away from me. That’s not part of my plan. As soon as she moves, my hand shoots out and grabs her thigh. Anica immediately stills as my hand grips the smooth, soft skin, and her breathing hitches. Now is the moment of truth. She let me kiss her last night. Will she let me do this?
Neither of us moves, and Anica’s eyes are glued on my hand beneath the water. They slowly slide up to my face, and she swallows roughly. Keeping my hand gripping her thigh, I reach over with the other, cupping her cheek. Her breath catches at my gentle touch, and a blush creeps over her cheeks. She doesn’t pull away, though, which I take as encouragement, and I lean in, pressing my lips against hers. Just like last night, at first, Anica doesn’t move. I keep still, my hands on her thigh and cheek, my lips resting against hers. After a moment, she sighs softly, her arms snaking around my neck.
That’s what I’m talking about. She tastes faintly of coffee. Anica’s lips part and it’s all the signal I need to deepen the kiss. Licking into her mouth, I kiss the hell out of her. It’s the right move, Anica’s fingers gripping at my shoulders, her body moving closer to mine on the hot tub bench seat.
Still kissing her, I slide my hand slowly up her thigh until it’s cupping her between her legs. Anica makes a small noise in the back of her throat, but she doesn’t break the kiss, and her legs spread slightly. Fuck, yeah. Emboldened, my fingers stroke her through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Anica’s legs widen even further, and her arms tighten around my neck. I don’t need any further encouragement.
Moving my fingers around the fabric barrier, they slide through her folds, finding her clit and teasing it as she moans into my mouth. My grip on her cheek and jaw tightens as I plunge two fingers into her pussy, which immediately clenches, drawing a groan from me. She feels hot and tight around my fingers. This is heaven. I have been misusing my hot tub for everything that isn’t this moment. Surely, this is what it was placed here for.
I finger fuck Anica until she’s struggling to keep kissing me through her gasps and mewls. I love how responsive she is to me. I’m also enjoying that she’s not even remotely thinking about putting on a show. Every part of her is focused on kissing me, and the tempo of my fingers, moving in and out of her. From the way she’s moving her hips, she’s close. I pick up the pace to match hers, and am rewarded when her pussy flutters, and she comes apart on my fingers as I swallow the sounds of her orgasm. That was so damn beautiful.
Anica finally breaks our kiss, sitting back while I stroke her cheek gently. We stare at each other as Anica’s chest heaves, and she attempts to catch her breath.
“I still don’t think that this is a good idea,” Anica whispers. She’s saying that, but her eyes are telling me she liked it, and wants more. I flex my fingers that are still inside her, and she whimpers, her hips bucking against my hand.
“I think that it’s a pretty brilliant idea,” I murmur back. Before she can mount her arguments for why we shouldn’t do this, I lean over and kiss her again. Anica tentatively starts kissing me back. I knew she wanted more. I slip my fingers out of her bikini bottoms, making sure they’re covering everything they should be.
“Come to bed with me,” I whisper against her lips. Anica sighs but doesn’t move her head away.
“I really don’t think it would be smart of us to go to bed together.”
I lean away from her, noting the change in her argument. Who wants to be smart all the time? Sounds boring. I grin down at her.
“Fine. Come and shower with me.”
Anica flushes bright red, and I can see all the reasons not to forming on her lips as she opens them. I kiss her again, cutting them off.
“It’s one shower.”
I can pinpoint the exact moment she caves. Her hands slide up my arms to grip at my shoulders as she moves to deepen the kiss. It’s what I was waiting for. Breaking the kiss, I help her out of the hot tub, wrapping her towel around her as I snag my clothes, tangling our fingers together and leading her down to my bedroom.
Chapter Twelve
Anica
It’s probably not the smartest decision that I have ever made in my life. But then again, my legs are still shaking from the orgasm that I had, courtesy of David’s fingers back in the hot tub. Plus, I would be an idiot to turn down this offer. It’s a once in a lifetime thing. To say you slept with a billionaire, and not just any billionaire, a Westerhaven nephew? Yes, please.
David grips my hand, and leads me through his bedroom, his walk-in closet, and into an ensuite bathroom that I’m struggling not to gape at. It’s bigger than my entire bedroom back in Chicago. I mean, the shower is so huge it has a bench seatinsideit.
