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

I didn’t want there to be any confusion over the fact that she should be treated as a queen always.”

Liam nodded his head. “I understand this, yes, but my food is my art, I would never not give anyone my best, sir.”

Molly gave Oliver a smug smile, which he loved. “Excellent,” Oliver said. “And also, if she tells you she can cook and use the oven on her own, please don’t listen to her. She is officially banned from using the kitchen as the last time she did, she set it on fire.”

Liam looked scandalized then, clutching the wooden spoon to his chest in horror. “Oh, no, no fires in my kitchen.”

Molly spent a minute talking Liam off the ledge before they went over the menu. Eventually, Oliver and Molly left the galley for the sky lounge, where they sipped mimosas and waited for Liam to bring their breakfast.

“We’re all set to sail today,” she told him, her gaze on the clear, cloudless horizon. “Liam said the latest provisions are aboard, I spoke to the bosun and everything is locked down, the chief steward has everything she needs. Basically, we’re ready when you are, Captain.”

He enjoyed the little jolt of heat that title sent to his dick when it was on her lips. “We’re going to have fun today.”

“I know,” Molly agreed, smiling as Liam came out with the omelets and fruit plate. They thanked him, and she continued. “I like watching you in command of this boat.”

“You like watching me operate heavy machinery?” he said, half-lecherously, but mostly just kidding.

She shook her head, not about to go forward with the lewd joke and instead digging into her meal.

“Molly,” he said, his tone going serious. “I do want to check in after yesterday and make sure we’re good?”

“Oh, you mean after you tied me up to your bed and ravished me? Yeah, Oliver, I think I’m good with it.”

“I just wanted to make sure because I’d like to do it again.”

She laughed. “Well, I think we agreed that the next person in charge is going to be me.”

Her eyes gleamed with mischief and heat and he couldn’t wait to put himself in her hands. It would be the sweetest kind of torture.

“If you think you can handle me,” he warned. “I don’t go down easily.”

“That’s actually not my experience with you. You seem to go down more easily than most.”

“If you’re alluding to other guys you’ve been with right now that didn’t eat that delicious pussy then I’m pissed off doubly, for you even mentioning it and that you accepted that kind of bullshit behavior for so long.”

“Because I’m a queen?” Molly asked, smiling but also searching for something, as if she didn’t quite believe that was how he thought of her.

“Yes, because you’re my queen,” he told her, dragging her into his lap and planting a kiss on her lush pink lips, tasting tangy sweet orange juice and champagne.

Her arms came around his neck and he wanted to fuck her right in this chair in broad daylight with Liam on his way up from the galley with more sausage, but he resisted. Maybe they’d do that later—he’d spread her out on the dining table after dinner like his own personal feast.

They ended the kiss, pressing short pecks as they drew back from each other reluctantly. Another stoke and the fire would be well on its way to raging out of control. They both knew there was work to be done today if they were going to make it to Nassau by lunch, which would give them the better part of the day to screw their brains out all over the rest of the yacht, which had basically been his running fantasy since he’d bought it.

Molly met his eyes, her brows drawn in concern, and he had an inkling he wasn’t going to like her next words.

“Are we going to talk seriously about your parents?” she asked, her voice hesitant. And he knew why, too, because he’d been avoiding it for so long.

“I’m not going back to the firm, Molly, and I’m not marrying who they want. I don’t know what else there is to say.”

“So you’re just going to cut them out of your life forever?”

He sighed, his shoulders tensing. “I don’t know.”

Her eyes, deep brown pools of worry, shifted away from his as she bit her lip. “Is not speaking to your family really sustainable, Oliver?”

“I don’t really care, Molly. This is my life,” he told her, the idea of not seeing his family gnawing at him. But it wasn’t that he couldn’t see his family anymore; he could. He was sure they’d be perfectly civilized, but the idea that what he did would affect how they felt about him gave him the strength to go on. The last weeks with Molly had shown him what it felt like for someone to just like him and made him realize just how nice it was to have that. So if being with her meant that his family ostracized him, so be it. He wasn’t the sort of person to ever settle for second best, and that meant in love as well. “They’re not kicking me out of the family,” he clarified.

“They’ve threatened to take your trust and kick you off the company’s board, Oliver,” Molly reminded him. “That seems like a pretty big rift to overcome.”

He knew how messed up this shit sounded to a person with a normal, loving family, that the money was just business and was separate from how his family functioned in private, but it wasn’t going to fly with her. Hell, it was starting not to with him, but maybe the time for protecting her was over and he needed to be completely honest so she knew just what they might be up against if she decided to be in a serious relationship with him. But showing her his real life was running the risk that she wouldn’t want to be a part of