Bring the Heat, Margot Radcliffe [best novels to read to improve english .TXT] 📗

of her shampoo, and couldn’t help his smile as he stretched an arm above his head. Last night had been the best night on record and he had a whole month to repeat it; how could he not be happy about that? The hold his parents had on his life was already melting away. The vise of anxiety that had been gripping his insides for years was finally letting up and it was euphoric. If he could be 100 percent certain that they wouldn’t use Molly as a tool to get him back in the business, that would certainly be better, but for now it was enough to be free. This was, after all, even better than what he’d anticipated it would feel like.

He felt Molly stir against his chest and ran a hand through her hair until her eyelids slowly fluttered open and he was greeted to sleepy brown eyes.

He leaned down to capture her mouth in a soft kiss, and she felt lazy and warm as she nuzzled into him, like a kitten waking up from a nap. When he pulled away, he smiled down at her. “Hello.”

A soft smile appeared on her lips as she met his eyes. “Good morning.”

“The best morning,” he amended, letting his hand drift down her bare back. At her shiver his inner self gave a responding ripple of satisfaction. She was so responsive, and they were so in tune. It felt like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

A faint blush stained her cheeks at his words and the fact that he was caressing the crest of her buttocks, even though, God knew, they’d been extremely intimate last night. He couldn’t believe that there’d be something she’d be shy about now.

“What am I going to do with you, Molly?” he asked, running a thumb back up the delicate notches on her spine. It was an idle question, but one that had a different meaning to him than the way he said it. He didn’t know yet what he was going to do with her or how he would protect her if his parents found out she meant something to him. He could always marry her—then it would be too late for them to do anything besides blow hot air—but the mere mention of that so soon would send Molly jumping overboard to get away from him. “We only have each other on this boat—how will we ever fill the time?”

She shook her head at him, dropping a kiss on the middle of his chest as her hand moved downward over his abdomen. “I’m sure we’ll be able to find something, though it might be hard.” She smiled as she gently palmed his erection.

He shook his head and laughed.

“I’m learning how to be corny from you.” She grinned, then let his hard length go as she climbed over his lap, straddling his hips as she looked down at him. He might as well have been dead and in heaven, that’s how fucking sexy she looked on top of him, her hair in delicious tangles, her eyes still drowsy with sleep and her pale skin flushed. “First question before we sail this vessel out into the clear blue sea today, did you bring enough condoms or do we need to make a special provisioning trip?”

“Good news for you that I’m always prepared. I put more on the list yesterday so there’s a jumbo pack sitting in my bathroom drawer as we speak.”

“A jumbo pack, you say?” Molly’s eyes looked skeptical. “What if we get stranded? I don’t know if it will be enough.”

Locking eyes with her, he reached out a hand to the nightstand to grab his phone and as he typed, his gaze didn’t waver from her. Setting the phone back on the stand, he braced his hands on her hips. “More are on the way.”

A corner of her mouth quirked. “You’re a boss that gets what he wants.”

His hands slid back to cup her ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. “And I’m your captain, too,” he reminded, his voice playfully stern, “so why don’t you hop off me and get that jumbo pack so we can start this voyage off right.”

When Molly just stared at him, playfully put out that he was giving her orders, he sat up so he could meet her eye to eye, nipping at her mouth. “You didn’t seem to have this much of a problem with authority last night.”

As Molly’s mouth fell open, he moved her off his lap even though he really loved her being there, and took his time walking to the bathroom himself, knowing she liked to look. Which was good because he was happy to give her all the free shows she wanted. He already wanted to give her everything she wanted.

He grabbed the entire box from the cabinet and returned to his room, stopping in his tracks as he saw Molly on the bed, still kneeling with her legs spread, wetness glistening at her center.

Fuck, he should have bought this yacht years ago.

“I’m happy to see you’ve decided to make up for defying my explicit orders,” he told her, tossing the box, minus the one condom in his hand, on the bedside table. She held his gaze before her eyes slid down to his thick, waiting cock, and she swallowed, eyes fluttering back up to his.

“You didn’t ask me nicely,” she scolded mildly, as he ripped open the condom. “If you’d said, ‘Molly, could you please grab the condoms from the bathroom so I can wake you up with an epic fuck,’ I would have gladly gotten the condoms for you.”

Then she got down on all fours, turning her head to look back at him standing dumbly by the bed, open condom in hand. “Now you’re going to have to do all the work.”

Getting himself together, ripping his eyes from the ripe ass just a foot away from him, he shook his head before heading over to the other side of