Southern Charmed Billionaire (28 page)

“You know, it really is a beautiful, moving melody.” I cleared my throat, my insides begging, clamoring to be filled again by him. Quivering to feel his touch between my legs, to finally feel the satiating pleasure of being filled by him again. To dance in another way, another song, the melody and rhythm of us. Chills flooded my arms as my nipples hardened beneath my shirt.
 

“You’re my song.” He spoke low and growly, with the voice of a skilled seducer.
Husky, soft, and close to my ear so I could feel the vibrations of his voice, reminding me of other vibrations he could cause in my body. Oh, some good vibrations, indeed.
 

I shook my head trying to shake up my lust. “No, I’m not, Atticus. I’m just apparently your muse and a woman who was in need of your money.”
 

“But I want you to feel more. Be more. Because I have a little secret of my own to share with you.”
 

“What’s that?” I rolled my eyes at him.
 

He reached for my hand towards his pocket.
 

I pulled it away as if I was about to touch a hot stove. I was not going to touch his cock. God, he had the nerve! Ugh!
 

He grabbed my hand again and smiled mischievously pulling me again harder towards his crotch. But he surprised me when he slipped my hand in his pocket while his hot whisper tickled my ear.
 

“Because I know it was you that night.”
 

“You knew it was me…th?”
 

Then I felt it.
 

In his pocket.
 

The skeleton key.
 

“Oh fuck.” I was breathless. My heart raced. He knew…
 

“Now you know how I feel about that word,” he drawled. “And clearly you know we do that oh so very well.”
 

“Fuck. Me.”
 

“Okay. I shall.”
 

Chapter Thirty
 

Kate
 

Hot simply wasn’t adequate enough to describe what was happening us. Our kisses were so scorching, the fire we held for one another burning us up as his hands lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me off somewhere in the jet.
 

I didn’t know where; I couldn’t care less. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I needed him in me. Now.
 

Finally, no more pretending!
 

The door shut and my eyes flashed open. We were in a suite. We could’ve been in a park bench for all I could care.
 

Searing, rip-roaring passionate, needing-to-fuck-you-now” was the only way to describe how primal our hands attacked each other’s bodies, ripping each other’s clothes of as if our survival depended on it.
 

Mile high club, here I freakin’ come. Literally.
 

“I’ve never had sex in a jet before, more or less a castle in the clouds.” I  could barely get the words out, my breath heavy between our kisses as we undressed each other. “But this doesn’t mean anything. It just means… I might as well…enjoy myself while you kidnap me,” I released in the final breath I managed to get our before my slickness welcomed his thickness.
 

“Those are the exact words I wanted to hear,” he managed to get out before he let out his own sign of relief as he filled my tightness.
 

Oh that delicious feeling of being filled by Atticus Branch the Third! Simply delicious.
 

I sighed as my fingers clawed into his back muscles. Finally!
 

Finally!
 

My legs wrapped around him as he drove into me, kissing my neck, my lips, my ears, my forehead. His hands cupped my breasts in ample, full grasps as he cupped them and twisted my nipples.
 

My body tensed around him and I held on for dear life as he thrust
into me.  Every
single push was filled with intense pleasure and I cried out into his ear, biting his earlobe with passion.
 

I loved the way he felt inside me. I loved the way we felt together.
 

This wasn’t fucking though; this was making love. Our kisses were needy, full of longing, the floodgates had opened and an entire reservoir came rushing down. Our fingers raked through each other’s scalp as we rolled over on the grand bed.
 

He finally rolled over, putting me on top of him. My knees spread wide across the bed and I felt him deeper in me, penetrating my body in a different way as he met that magical spot inside, deep within.
 

I cried out as my sensitivity trailed against his hard abs and I kissed him, breathless, once more.
 

His strong grip was on my hips as he lifted me off of him and pulled me down exploring the depths of me. I cried out as that spot was tickled deep within, that delicious G-spot that made me see stars and feel delicious sensations throughout my body. I rolled my hips deeply and slowly, reveling in every ounce of pleasure I gave and receive as I rode him.
 

I cried out as his hands cupped my breasts once more. His lips and tongue twirled across my nipples while our bodies danced another tune, another song over a thousand miles in the sky. He sucked my nipple hard as his fingers slid into my hair, tugging my locks with passion as he thrust back against that special spot designed just for pleasure. He knew just how to touch me.
 

His touch, the sucking on my nipple, the riding across his perfect cock in such a deep manner, sent an earth-shaking orgasm. I came in two places at once. My hands shot to his chest and all I could do was hold on and keep riding him as he lifted me up and down, my pleasure spot deep within receiving every ounce of sensation he had to offer until he found his own release.
 

I collapsed on top of him, my heart pounding so wildly I was convinced it may burst out of my chest any second.
 

Breathless I sighed, “Fuck…me….”
 

“Darling, that I just did.”
 

Chapter Thirty-One
 

Kate
 

The jet stopped in Maui to refuel. Maui would have been perfectly fine to land! I had never even been there before. And as if I were under a spell, I had forgotten everything. I was lost in this moment of whatever it was, being whisked away by a hot billionaire in a jet.
 

And it was pretty magical.
 

The fresh nectar of fragrant jasmine blooms, coupled with sweet lilacs, welcomed my arrival as I took light, eager steps down the private jet
’s ladder.
 

We had
finally
landed
in Bali
Just from peeking outside the window,
the destination’s
lush tropical
jungle and
glimmering
turquoise waters sparkle
d
with
an
air
of majesty
. Pictures couldn
’t do this place justice; you’d need to be there in person to
fully appreciate its allure.
 
 

I squealed at my surroundings, like a little girl surrounded by Christmas presents.
“
Oh, my god. We’re in
Bali.”
 

A white Rolls Royce
waited
jet side
. Private staff
took our bags, bags that had been
expertly
packed for me, and
we
were
whisked away to a
private
multimillion
dollar
resort
.
 

I mean, of course
, what else could I expect?
This was the billionaire life.
 

While in the car, we held hands like a couple.
The act
was
just
as intimate as making love, because it
held meaning: we were a couple.
 

P
rivate staff welcomed us
with fresh coconut water
straight from their shells with tropical straws
and beautiful flower leis. The
intoxication
fragrance was something
I’d never forget in this lifetime
.
 

Our sleeping quarters
were like its
own private resort.
F
loor to ceiling windows
opened before a
a winding pathway lined with Tiki torches, lanterns,
and
lit
candles
that led
down
a winding
path to the
shimmering
sea.
 

My eyes grew to the size of basketballs when I caught a glimpse of the outside
pristine
bathtub. I had never seen a bathtub outside like that before.
It looked so regal and inviting
; I couldn’t wait to soak in it.
 

Atticus wrapped his
hand around my wrists and pulled me to the bed.
 

“
We’ll
have plenty of time for
sightseeing,” he promised, kissing me on the cheek.
“
But first, there’s something else I want you to see. And that’s those stars
when
I make you come again.”
 

Half an hour later,
he’d delivered on his promise.
W
e
basked in the earthiness of the open environment as we
shared
the outside
shower. At first I was shy about being naked outside, but that transformed into a feeling of
daring
sensuality
.
C
leansing myself in the elements
underneath a stone waterfall shower became liberating once he assured me we were alone.
 

“I own this resort
.” He winked. “Nobody’s here but us.”
 

Upon hearing those words,
I felt free.
We
were
no longer average citizens. We were
Adam and Eve alone in
the Garden of
Eden with the animals, nature, and the clearest of blue skies.
 

Kate
 

I had never had so much sex in my life! And to top it off damn good sex!
 

Lobster tail and filet mignon served to be the best surf
and turf combination for the evening. We dined on the delicious selectio
n, paired with the most delicious chardonnay.
 

Dressed
for the occasion, I sat across from Atticu
s
wearing
a nude satin teddy trimmed in gold lace
.
Atticus
leaned forward and
raked his hands through my
hair, staring
at me with the look of
pure
love in his eyes.
 

“You really think I’m your muse?”
 

“Of course you are. You are the definition defined. In ancient Greek mythology,
muses
were the goddesses of inspiration found in literature, science and the arts. There were nine muses in Boeotia, thought to be the daughters of Zeus. Calliope was the goddess and muse of epic poetry. But Erato,
she was the muse
of love.” His fingers slid down my sternum
,
and ran
slowly over my skin.
“
Sometimes, they are referred to as water nymphs.”
 

“
As in,
nymphomaniac?”
 

“Well, I’m sure their inspiration led to lots of lovemaking.” His hands slid down and laced my fingers in his, holding
them
tight. Chills
flushed over
my body and I simply drank in his touch,
savoring his affection like the finest glass of wine
.
 

“It is said that the winged horse Pegasus touched his hooves to the ground on Helicon and four sacred springs burst forth from which the nine muses were born.”
 

“That sound
s
so magical.”
 

“That’s how you feel to me, Kate. That’s who you are to me.”
 

I gulped. That was a tall ord
er. His feelings had developed so quickly and it scared me. I didn
’t understand it.
 

“Tell me more,” I
insisted
, shaking off my fears.
 

“Supposedly, according to Hesiod’s Theogony, a
n ancient text from
7
th
century BC, they were
daughters
of Zeu
s—
which
,
as you know
—
is second generation king of the gods and the daughters of Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory
. This
also explains
why muses embody so much knowledge and creativity
: they
know and remember
everything.
They
hold the wisdom and keys to the unknown worlds of creativity, magic, love, and beauty.”