Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5), JA Low [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

Right. I don’t think my idea of fucking her in the garden is going to work. It’s too damn cold.

“It’s freezing,” I grumble as we walk along the carpet set up over the snow, so guests don’t get their feet wet. “Not sure a quickie in the woods is going to work. I don’t want us getting hypothermia.”

She smiles even though her teeth are chattering.

“Don’t worry, I know a place.” She takes a right off the carpeted path and we stroll through the wooded area for what feels like an eternity in the cold until we reach the ocean.

“It’s empty.” Ariana grins. “Chloe and Noah wanted me to work on their boathouse after seeing the plans I put together for Emma and Anderson.” Ariana wriggles the door handle until it opens, and we walk inside. It’s still cold but not as bad as it is outside.

“I think we’re going to have to be quick. It’s freezing in here,” I tell her.

Ariana turns around and begins to lift the hem of her bridesmaid’s dress. “Then you better get to work.” She bites her bottom lip as her eyes look over me hungrily. She doesn’t have to tell me twice as I fall to my knees and disappear underneath her dress. Thankfully, the skirt of her dress isn’t tight, so I can fit underneath easily.

I love that Ariana wears skimpy underwear. It makes life so much easier as I push the tiny bit of fabric to the side and swipe my tongue through her folds.

Ariana falls back against the wall of the boathouse as I continue to ravish her. Neither one of us are up for making this last long, so I use everything that I have to bring her to orgasm as quickly as possible. My thick fingers sink into her, stretching her, and I curl them across the sensitive nerves inside of her. I know every inch of her body as if I’ve studied her for a lifetime—the way her back arches as I hit the bundle of nerves and her tiny mews as I take her higher and higher.

I know I’m getting closer when her fingers disappear into my hair, and she anchors herself to me as I continuously lap at her essence.

Come for me, Ariana, I command telepathically as my mouth is busy delivering her pleasure.

She’s so close. So very close, and I can’t wait until she is tumbling over that edge all over my tongue.

“Yes. Yes. Oh, yes,” she screams as she finally pushes herself over that precipice and comes all over my tongue. I continue to lap at her until she pushes me away from her pussy.

“Please, I need you,” she pleads as I come out from under her dress. Her face is flushed from her orgasm.

“Bend over, sweetheart,” I tell her, eyeing the chair in the corner. On unsteady legs, Ariana stumbles over to the chair and hoists up her dress around her hips, exposing her peachy ass to me. The sight makes me smile at how eager she is for my dick, and that makes him even harder. There will be no finesse in the way that I’m going to take her because I’m more worried about her getting cold than my dick getting wet.

I release myself from my tuxedo pants and line myself up against her slick entrance, then slowly push my way in—both of us hissing at the connection. Ariana stands up against me, pushing me further into her as my hand cups her breast through the velvety material of her dress. The boathouse is filled with the sounds of our coupling, my grunts and her pleading whispers, as each of us searches for our joint release.

In this moment, I forget about everything and imagine what it might be like to finally be free of my past and begin to plan a future with Ariana. My dick thickens at the thought of her being mine forever and always.

“I fucking love you,” I growl into her ear as I find my release.

A kaleidoscope of a future spent with Ariana flashes across my subconscious, and it’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of and more.

36

Rhys

What an amazing weekend Ariana and I had at Chloe and Noah’s wedding. It brought us so much closer together, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Babe, your phone’s ringing.” Ariana nudges me in the darkness.

Trying to wake, I roll over and reach out to where there’s a glowing orb in the darkness and pick it up.

“Hello,” I answer groggily.

“Is this Rhys Davenport?” the gruff voice asks down the phone. It has my full attention as I sit up in bed. I swallow the morning dryness away as I try and work out who the hell could be calling.

“Yes. It is.”

Ariana is now sitting up, giving me a concerned look.

“This is Detective Smith Johnson from the NYPD,” the voice announces himself.

“I know him. Put him on speaker,” Ariana states loudly, pulling my attention from the phone. How the hell does she know him? So, I do as she asks.

“Smith, it’s Ariana here, too.”

There’s silence on the other end of the line.

“Ariana Blanco?” the detective asks.

“Yes. Rhys is my partner. How can we help you?” she explains to him.

“I’m going to assume you’ve spoken to Jackson?” I’m not sure if that question is directed to Ariana or me.

“Yes. I know what’s going on if it’s in regard to Rhys’ ex,” Ariana explains.

There’s another long pause.

“Right. Well then, before I continue, I have to ask Mr. Davenport if it’s okay for me to talk in front of you,” he asks.

“Yes, it’s fine. Ariana is aware of the situation.” Ariana gives me a small smile as she wraps herself around me, giving me her complete support.

“Right. There’s been a breakthrough in the case,” the detective explains. Ariana frowns as I didn’t tell her everything regarding Madison. “Your ex got herself into a little bit of an altercation at a bar on Sunday night. A glass was thrown, and the person who was