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

She loved how well she fit there, too. She liked it when things fit perfectly in a space, the lines and curves joining just right as her body did with his, their lips at the ideal height for her to lift an inch and for him to drop an inch and meet.

She sighed against his mouth, falling right back into the whirlwind of sex that had had them in its thrall for days now. For a person who hadn’t even been on a vacation in years, this new freedom was heady and unreal. Not for a moment could she imagine waking up tomorrow and driving back to her job even though she did love it.

“If I remember correctly,” she said, “I believe that it’s actually your turn to be on top. So get your act together, Kent.”

He made a humming sound against her lips. “I’ll think of an offer you can’t refuse, Molly, so I wouldn’t get so comfortable.”

“I have no doubt that you’ll try,” she told him, shivering against him as his hands gripped her bottom, pulling her into his waiting erection.

“Trying is half the fun.” He grinned as his head lowered. His tongue played at her lips, asking for entrance. She let him in and leaned into the kiss, her leg coming around his calf as they clung to each other.

Finally, he pulled back and met her eyes, his green ones dark and hooded. “We have to stop. There are people on this boat.” He brushed a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear, a move that made her shiver and him grin.

“We’ll tour the rest of the boat and then have dinner in town?” he asked.

She nodded and they left the engine room to return to the chief steward, who was a no-nonsense blonde woman who’d worked aboard the yacht Windswept for years and knew everything there was to know about the renovations to the interior and the inner workings of the boat. “So is your engineer on board now?” Molly asked her as they stood in a master suite that didn’t hold a candle to Oliver’s. Instead of looking contemporary, it somehow looked dated even though it had just been updated.

“No,” Jane said, “it’s his day off so he’s on the island somewhere.”

Molly nodded. It wasn’t super important to speak with him, especially since she wasn’t taking the job Oliver kept offering, but the engine on this particular boat was built by the only company whose engines she’d hadn’t run into over the years so she was curious about his thoughts on it. Not that it meant anything; she was a curious person in general.

“I can let him know you have some questions for him, though,” Jane added. “I’m sure he’d love to talk engines with someone. The other guys on this crew aren’t exactly valedictorians if you know what I mean.”

Molly laughed and rattled off her email address, which Jane jotted down in the small notebook she kept in the back pocket of her black pencil skirt.

Oliver’s arm fell across Molly’s back, lightly squeezing her shoulder, and she knew he thought he was making headway in getting her on his new venture. He could think anything he wanted; it wasn’t happening, and she sent him an overly sweet smile meant to convey this, but he only shrugged. He was incorrigible.

“Do you two own a yacht?” Jane asked.

Molly shook her head. “He does.”

Oliver pulled her closer into his side. “Molly is a brilliant aerospace engineer who I am trying to lure with money and favors into my company. So you’ve truly helped us out today on this tour, Jane,” Oliver told her, that charming smile bright and playful. “She’s a genius who will not be swayed but I think through your exemplary tour, I got a little closer to the negotiating table.”

Then he pulled out a hefty white envelope full of money and handed it to Jane. “Thanks again for all your help.”

Jane looked down at the envelope, not surprised that she’d gotten it but at the weight of what was inside. Molly nearly rolled her eyes. Oliver literally could not help himself from being lovely. He’d tipped the driver who brought them to the boat a hundred dollars for a five-minute ride in a golf cart. Molly made a hell of a good living, but the last time she hadn’t been concerned about dropping a hundred dollars like it was as disposable as a piece of toilet paper was never.

“It was absolutely my pleasure to assist you both,” Jane said, her eyes focusing on Molly’s, the expression in them as if to say, are you a fucking idiot for not working with this kind of man?

And hell, maybe Jane had a point. Oliver was a unicorn.

But that was also kind of the thing. Molly didn’t believe in magic. She made it out of nuts and bolts and tangible things and certainly couldn’t trust something she didn’t truly understand.

“Enjoy your time in the Bahamas!” Jane called to them as they disembarked from the boat, Oliver’s hand still on Molly’s back, strangely possessive in a way he hadn’t been before. On his boat, there were casual touches, flirting, but never this, him making sure everyone they met knew she was with him.

The same golf cart they’d used earlier was still waiting at the end of the dock for them and she realized that had been the reason for the big cash exchange. Oliver handed him another hundred upon their arrival in the cart and rested his arm on the back of the seat as she climbed in.

As they started off, he began playing with the end of her ponytail and Molly made a concerted effort not to shiver, but she was already becoming addicted to his touch.

“I made us reservations at a local Caribbean place if that’s okay with you.”

“That sounds amazing,” she said. “Colorado is pretty low on seafood, high on heavy game meats.”

Oliver laughed. “Not a huge fan of