บททั้งหมดของ Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Amaya had been a fool to consider letting him share the bed. With the longing look he cast at the bed, she wouldn’t have much choice."Amaya, as attractive as you look in the contraception-on-legs robe, this bed is big enough to fit four people. I’m sure we can share without getting into too much trouble.""Ok. But where is my son?""Don't worry about him; Mary and Tyler took him with their twin, and the nanny was with them.""Okay."She almost would have believed him if the last few tension-filled minutes hadn’t happened. They might’ve agreed to a sex-free wedding night, but, with her belly tumbling with nerves, her skin prickling with heat, and the rest of her buzzing from repressed need, she knew trouble was only a tumble in the sack away.But what choice did she have? She couldn’t subject him to a sleepless night; it just wouldn’t be fair. Or mature.She could do this. Sharing a bed with Chase would be like having a friend over for a slumber party. And guaranteed she’d be the one

The next day.Chase entered the marquee, his gaze immediately drawn to the stunning woman in a white dress chatting with the richest guy in the state.Amaya looked incredible in a soft, clingy Grecian-style dress fastened on one shoulder with a silver clip, leaving her other deliciously bare, her hair piled up with soft golden streaks falling softly around her face, and just enough makeup to enhance her beauty.Hell. Just looking at her from a distance was making him crazy; what hope did he have up close?Sure, she looked like a supermodel tonight, but he still couldn’t erase the image of her clad in that supersized robe on their wedding night.He’d lied about the robe being contraception on the legs. The minute he’d caught his first glimpse of her, framed in the bathroom doorway with vulnerability written all over her face, he’d wanted to cross the room, haul her into his arms, and never let go.That had been one hell of a night.Not for the reason he might’ve anticipated, considerin

Amaya hadn’t had this much fun in ages.Sure, she attended swank parties before and rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous thanks to her brilliant friend Mary, but those events were filled with pretentious flakes who spoke to you depending on which designer dressed you or how many millions you made a year.She hated the way money talked, hated the way it divided people into classes, and, while she understood Chase’s drive to gain acceptance into the privileged world she’d been born into for the sake of his business, she couldn’t help but ask if he’d wanted to marry her for her all those years ago if she told him about Tommy.They’d both changed so much, yet when he touched her, when he kissed her, the last days and what he said in Greece vanished with a wistful sigh.Amaya longed, and she wished so much. She’d romanticised what they had and mistaken the throes of love for something to build a lifetime commitment on.But Chase hadn’t been ready, and while his deliberate sabotaging o

“How about we start with a little appetiser?” Chase brought his mouth down to the side of her mouth, the tip of his tongue circling her beauty spot, evoking a tiny whimper from her and a sway of her body towards his. He traced his tongue over her plump lower lip, following the delicate ridge of her vermillion border like an artist drawing a fine line. Amaya made another soft mewling sound, her hands going to his chest, the press of her palms inciting a rush of red-hot desire, making his legs tremble at the knees and his groin bulge and burn.Chase moved his tongue to her top lip, sweeping it across the soft surface before taking it lightly between his teeth, a soft little ‘come play with me’ tug that made her press even closer, her hands fisting into his shirt. He cupped her bottom, drawing her hard against him, torturing himself with the feel of her soft curves against the pulsing hardness of his body. “I want you.” Those were the only three little words he wanted to say. The only wo

“Good to know.” There was a little silence broken only by the slap of the water hitting the sides and hull of the yacht. “Do you want to take the wheel for a while?" Chase asked.“I don’t know. I might run into another boat or something.”“There’s no one else out here. Come on. Stand in front of me, and I’ll steer with you.”Amaya moved to stand in front of the wheel, and he came in behind her, his arms on either side of her body, his hands resting on top of hers where she was gripping the steering wheel. Who knew steering a yacht could be such a turn-on? The warm, hard presence of his body behind her made every nerve in her core jump up, ready for duty.His broad hands almost completely covered hers; his fingers were long, strong, and so very capable. Deliciously, dangerously capable. Amaya could feel him against her bottom cheeks; the rise of his flesh was an erotic reminder of what was to come. She shivered when he moved closer, his stubbly jaw grazing her cheek when he leaned down