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

this water.” Staring at the turquoise ocean, it’s the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.

“Wait till you get to the island. It’s even clearer,” Rhys whispers to me as he helps me onto the boat.

“Whatever you do… do not break up with Rhys,” Camila states as she takes a seat beside me on the boat. “Especially if we get to travel like this.” I shake my head at my sister’s remarks.

“I wish Mom and Dad were here.” I link my arm with my sister.

“Me, too.” She lays her head against my arm. “They would be so proud of you. Of all of us.”

I nod my head in agreement.

Before long, we’re leaving the marina, and the captain is putting the pedal to the metal, and we are speeding across the glass-like ocean heading toward our private island. The wind is whipping my hair while my hand hangs on to my hat, not wanting it to fly off into the ocean.

Little Jagger is squealing with excitement as tiny droplets of saltwater hit him in the face before he’s distracted by the whistle on his life vest and starts blowing it constantly, which makes us all laugh.

It’s a quick trip over to the island, where we see white sandy beaches with lush tropical palm trees swaying in the breeze. This place looks like heaven, and I never want to leave.

Surely, we can work from here full time. Can’t we? We don’t need to go back to snowy, freezing cold Manhattan. Do we?

Rhys helps me out of the boat, and we’re met by the staff who have cold drinks waiting.

“Welcome home, sir,” one of the managers greets Rhys, and they shake hands. There’s a fleet of golf carts waiting, and we all get in.

“It’s nice to be back on the island,” Rhys tells the manager as we zoom along the path toward the accommodations.

Eventually, we pull up to a gorgeous, whitewashed villa on the beach. When we step out of the golf cart, you can see the turquoise water in front of us.

This is spectacular.

Then to your right, through the lush, tropical gardens, I can see the giant pool. Our villa is hidden away from the pool area because of the thick vegetation.

The manager hops out of the golf cart, grabs our suitcases, and heads toward the large glass door of our private villa.

“Thank you, Carl. I’ve got it from here,” Rhys tells the manager, who gives me a welcoming smile and jumps back in his golf cart, disappearing into the gardens.

“Oh my goodness, this place is paradise, Rhys.” The excitement of our holiday is taking over.

Rhys pushes open the glass doors to our villa, and my jaw drops.

Oh, wow.

In the middle of the room is a gorgeous king-size carved wooden bed with white drapes hanging from the posts. There’s a kitchenette set up with fresh cocktails, a fruit basket, and a cheese platter.

Hunger hits me at that moment, so I waltz over and cut off some cheese and place it on my cracker and pop it into my mouth.

Then I notice the en-suite behind the bedroom, which has floor-to-ceiling stone tiles, the largest shower I’ve ever seen, so big you could fit a couple of people in there easily. Then there’s the oversized egg-shaped tub that looks out through the floor-to-ceiling glass window to a private garden, where there’s what looks like a hot tub.

“Is that a hot tub?” I turn and look at Rhys.

“Sure is.” He grins.

“Okay, I need to get into that, stat.” I start to undress, which makes Rhys chuckle.

“It’s private enough that you won’t need swimwear,” he adds. I turn and look over my shoulder, to which he wiggles his brows and starts to undress.

“Are you sure it’s private?”

“I created it so it would be.” He grins.

Okay, that’s good enough for me.

Quickly undressing, I then make my way toward the hot tub, leaving tempting breadcrumbs of clothing behind me until I’m entirely naked.

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Rhys

Ariana looks like an absolute goddess standing before me naked with the tropical gardens behind her. Her awe over this entire holiday, from the private jet to me flying out her sisters and catering for her friends to my gorgeous holiday home, gets me hard. I want to spoil her. Treat her like the queen she is.

I know she doesn’t need me to provide for her, but I want to.

I like to.

No, love to.

I want to give her everything she could ever desire in this world, just like she has by loving me. She has no idea what I have planned for her tonight. I really hope she likes my surprise because it took a little bit of magic to make it happen.

“You coming in?” Ariana calls from the edge of the tub. “Or you just going to stand there all day staring?”

I watch as she slowly steps into the round tub, and her nakedness disappears beneath the surface. I also watch in utter delight as she closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip as the warm water starts to relax her.

I kick off my underwear and stride toward the tub, unable to keep myself from Ariana any longer. Seconds later, I’m sinking into the warm water and can instantly feel my muscles relax from the day of traveling.

Ariana swims over and wraps herself around me. “Thank you for all this.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” Pulling her closer to me, I hold her in my arms.

“Oh, but I want to.” She gives me a mischievous look, her chocolate eyes twinkling with desire. Her hand slips between us and wraps around my length, which makes me hiss.

“I think I’m okay with his kind of gratitude.”

She continues to make me harder with each heavenly stroke.

“I’m sure you are.” She grins when she grips me tighter, making me groan as my eyes roll back.

“You know that I believe in equality. So, it’s only fair that I give you an equal amount of gratitude.” My hand moves between her thighs, which are now wrapped around my waist,