Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(64)

“Wouldn’t avoiding you sort of defeat the purpose of my staying?” Her grin was infectious.

“True. I’m hoping you’ll want to come and spend time with me so we can keep getting to know each other. But only if you want to and your vacation allows you the time.”

“Well, I am the boss, and I can stay gone as long as I need.” She fell silent for a moment, thinking about his invitation. “But I don’t know …”


“I promise not to press you for anything more than you’re ready to give. I just want the continued pleasure of your company. We’ll swim, ride horses, go shopping, dine out. I can take you into the city and show you my hotel and casino there. It’s the first one I ever opened, and it’s my lifeblood.”

“Lifeblood? That’s quite a statement.”

“My work is what keeps me alive.” Pausing, he regarded her, wondering whether she could ever understand him. But he wanted to try. “From the moment we met, I felt something very special between us. I find myself wanting to share with you what I’m all about, and I don’t want to let that go when I leave here.”

“It sounds like a lovely time, and I would like the chance to get to know you better,” she said.

“You’ll come to know more about me than almost anyone else.”

“And we’ll make love every day?” she whispered, for his ears only.

His cock rose to half-mast at the suggestion. “On every surface, darling. I won’t have it said that I can’t keep my woman happy.”

“Woman? Not women? Because I don’t do the sharing thing, ever.”

Happiness swelled in his chest. “There’s no one else in the equation. There’s only you and me.”

She studied him for so long, he started to squirm. Then she asked, “When do we leave?”

After kissing her hard, he answered. “First thing tomorrow morning.”

***

Anna sat next to Joaquin in the big, comfy leather seat on his private jet and wondered if she’d lost her mind. How did she truly know whether he was telling the truth about not being involved with other women? And even if he was on the up and up about that, what on earth had possessed her to get involved with this man and his dangerous world?

Yet she had, and the reason was simple: Joaquin was the most intriguing, magnetic man she’d met in a very long time. He was someone worth getting to know, and the rewards in happiness could far outweigh the risk.

Coming back to the present, Anna goggled at the setup. She had to play with every button and touch all the shiny surfaces.

“I’ve only seen something like this on television,” she said. “It even has a bed and a minibar.”

“We can try out both, if you would like.” The heat in his gaze was clearly meant to melt her panties.

She squirmed in her seat. “Tempting, but no—everyone would know what we’re doing.”

“There’s only the pilot, Henry and T-Bone, and the steward,” he murmured, nuzzling her earlobe and jaw. “So what if they do?”

“Wouldn’t they be able to hear?” she whispered.

“No. The bedroom is soundproof, darling.”

“Oh.”

“Out of arguments?”

“That was pretty much it.”

He chuckled. Rising from his seat, he took her hand and pulled her up. “Then I’m afraid I must insist you come with me and take a nap. They’re so healthy, you know.”

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Joaquin,” she hissed.

“Come on.”

Henry and T-Bone exchanged a knowing look as Joaquin dragged her to the back, and Henry snorted. She felt like her face was going to catch fire as her lover pulled her into the bedroom and closed the door. Briefly, she glanced around the richly appointed cabin, then returned her attention to him. He looked damned manly in his jean shorts and red tank that showed off his biceps and muscular chest smattered with just the right amount of ebony hair.

“See something you like?”

“Definitely.” Working a hand under his shirt, she smoothed a palm over his tight abs. “I was just thinking how surreal this is—me, jetting over the ocean with a sexy man. With you. I never would’ve thought my vacation would turn out like this.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Very.” Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close. He felt so good pressed against her. So strong and warm. Unable to resist, she nibbled his neck, grazed his skin with her teeth.

“Keep doing that, beautiful, and you’re going to find yourself a member of the Billionaire Mile-High Club in about five seconds flat.”

“Mmm.” She breathed in his scent as she snaked a hand down the front of his shorts, which were blessedly loose. “Sounds like an exclusive group. Can just anyone join?”

“Only you,” he said, moaning when her hand found its prize.

Cupping his balls, she manipulated them for a few moments, loving the weight of them in her hand. Her lover was hung, no doubt about that, and the memory of his balls slapping against her ass, Joaquin driving his cock into her, made her grow hot all over.


Next she grasped his cock, pleased to find him already fully hard. Closing her fingers around his length, she stroked him from base to tip, hoping to drive him out of his mind.