Undercover Billionaire

by Andrews, Amy

  “Neither am I.”

  Ari stood on the terrace squinting against the vicious sparkle of morning sun on the calm blue of what was now the Aegean. It was blindingly blue. As blindingly blue as the building behind was blindingly white and the bougainvillea creeping over the facade was blindingly purple.

  It was all blindingly fucking perfect.

  Not even the large white monolith of their cruise ship at anchor, blindingly modern in this ancient vista, spoiled the beauty.

  It had been too long since he’d been here and he’d forgotten how it called to him. How the island and the water spoke to him. How it had soothed his soul and nurtured him through his darkest hours.

  It was actually Theo’s house but Ari had holed up here after Talia’s death. Choosing here, choosing Mykonos, had been easy. Talia had never been to the island, to the house, so he’d been able to exist here without memories confronting him at every turn.

  He’d done that for a year. A year until Theo’s patience with Ari’s isolation had worn thin and he’d dragged his brother back to Athens, back to the bosom of the family and put him to work.

  And now he was bringing a woman here. A woman other than his wife. He wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do at all. He and Talia had talked about coming to Mykonos so many times but things had always cropped up and it had never eventuated. So did that make bringing Kelsey here wrong?

  It didn’t feel wrong which was confusing because surely it should? Surely this feeling that it was right wasn’t rational? God...Ari didn’t know. All he knew was that he wanted to share Mykonos with Kelsey and this constant push-pull he felt over whatever the hell it was they were doing, was exhausting.

  The faint tinkle of the doorbell broke into Ari’s reverie and he hurried inside determined to put all his doubt and angst away and just enjoy himself. It had been three long years since he’d enjoyed himself surely he was allowed one day?

  The cool mosaic tiles were a relief to his bare feet as he strode past whitewashed walls to the front door, anticipation quickening his step. He felt stupidly breathless as he pulled it open to find Kelsey beaming at him in a halter neck sundress, her bikini straps on display, her face almost obscured by a big floppy hat and dark sunglasses.

  “Kalimera,” she said, in a light musical tone, offering him a paper umbrella and Ari’s lungs felt too big for his chest.

  He took the umbrella with one hand and grabbed her around the waist with the other, tugging her close. Sweeping the hat off her head, her hair tumbled loose around her shoulders and Ari kissed her deep and hungry as he kicked the door shut.

  “C’mon,” he whispered, pulling himself away with difficulty but if he didn’t let her go he was going to drag her down to the tiles and they had all day to be uncivilised. “Come see the terrace.”

  Ari was not disappointed by Kelsey’s reaction. “Oh. My. God.”

  Her head swept from side to side to take in the full one eighty degree view. Dumping her hat and bright orange tote bag on the mosaic-topped table, Kelsey made her way around the elegant curves of the swimming pool to the railing.

  Wrapping her fingers around it, she sighed. “This is... stunning.”

  Ari came to a halt behind her, the front of his thighs aligning with the back of hers, his hands sliding onto her shoulders. Her head tucked in perfectly under his chin. She fit against him just right. They fit just right.

  “You like?”

  “It’s...beautiful.” She relaxed into his frame. “How amazing would it be to actually live here?”

  “You’d like that?”

  Her hair tickled his throat as she nodded. “Hell yeah. Who wouldn’t? This is my dream.”

  “To live here?” he teased.

  “No. Well...yes,” she said with a self deprecating laugh. “I’m a realist though, so, I’ll settle for this cottage in a little seaside town a few hours north of where I live. It’s not much more than a shack really and the roof leaks but Mum and I go there every holiday and we love it. Waking up to the sound of waves on the beach, seeing the ocean through the windows...”

  She sighed and the wistful note in her voice wrapped fingers around Ari’s heart.

  “That’s my dream. A sea change. That’s why I’ve been cruising for seven years, saving all my money.”

  “It’s sounds nice.”

  “It is.” She gave another deprecating laugh. “My mother says I must have been a mermaid in a previous life. I think she might be right.”

  “Oh, really?” Ari reached for the knot of her halter neck and pulled it loose. “Care to get in the pool and prove it?”

  Her dress slid down to her waist to reveal two plain black triangles straining to hold her breasts in place. Ari’s breath hitched. Póso panémorfa. She had gorgeous tits. He reached for the knot of her bikini top next.

  “I need to be topless to prove I’m a mermaid?”

  She was obviously amused but just as obviously turned on, a fact he could hardly miss from his vantage point as the two tight points of her nipples tented the triangles of fabric.

  “Mermaids don’t wear bikinis.”

  “Ariel does.”

  He smiled. “Ariel wears shells.”

  Pulling on the bow at her nape, the straps slipped from his fingers and the triangles peeled away from the ripe mounds of her breasts. Her nipples stood taut and proud and Ari groaned at the sight.

  “Eísai san theá,” he muttered, trekking his lips down her neck as his hands slid around and cupped her breasts.

  She moaned and arched as his fingers brushed her nipples and Ari’s cock went as hard as the white washed stone of the house.

  “Anyone can see us,” she said on a half gasp.

  It was true, there were houses all around both beside and behind, jutting out to make the most of the views. And the people in those houses could, if they were so inclined, see him fondling her breasts. But Ari was in thrall.

  He wasn’t generally an exhibitionist but he couldn’t stop touching her, looking at her, stripped to the waist, her head thrown back, her nipples tipped golden beneath the glorious Greek sunshine.

  “Nobody knows us,” he whispered. Which wasn’t strictly true. Ari did know people on Mykonos. Or he had, anyway. And they’d all be working in the bars by now.

  Still, she pulled away, slipping out from where his body had caged her against the railing, scooting behind him leaving him a mass of jangling nerve endings. It was worth it, though, to find her naked but for her bikini bottoms when he turned. Smiling at him, she pulled the hip ties simultaneously and the fabric fell away.

  His breath left his lungs on a hot hiss of air. She was gorgeous. Everything round and soft and perfect. He’d spent a lot of the last few years convinced he was cursed by bad luck. But, right at this moment, he felt like his stars were changing.

  “Well?” She shoved a hand on her hip and cocked an eyebrow. “Are you joining me or not?”

  Then she turned and dived into the pool.

  A wet spray to his face revived him and it took Ari no time at all to shuck his clothes and dive into the clear, cool water. She was just about at the end as Ari struck out after her, the water cool as silk on his skin.

  She was staring at the view, her forearms resting flat on the infinity edge when he caught her up. Despite being the deep end, he could still stand flat footed and she sighed as he pressed all his hardness against her softness and licked at water droplets on her neck.

  “God...” she whispered, “this view,”

  The view was incredible. The sapphire of the Aegean, the majestic lines of the Hellenic Spirit, the random, higgledy-piggledy placement of the white washed houses around them, the famous Mykonos windmills in the distance.

  But nothing beat the sight of her. The ends of her wet hair dripping a trail of droplets down the slope of her breasts to the tips of her nipples. The line of her neck. The ridge of her collar bone.

  Nothing beat the feel of her either. Her body was smooth and soft against his an
d the cool press of her ass cheeks against the rampant heat of his cock was seriously addictive.

  “You like it.”

  “Yes.”

  Ari slid his hands to her breasts, kneading and squeezing. “What about this?”

  “Mmm,” she said on a low, breathy moan as she arched into his hands.

  “And this.” One hand headed south, his fingers sliding between her legs. She wasn’t cool there. She was hot. Hot and a different kind of wet. Slick and slippery.

  Wet for him.

  She gasped as he found her clitoris. “God yes.” Reaching behind her as she had this morning, she anchored her fingers in his hair. “I like that a lot.”

  Ari’s heart pounded in his chest, the water almost vibrating around him in time to the beat. “Spread your legs.”

  He’d expected her to part them out sideways but she curled her legs up behind her - behind him - her heels grounding in the backs of his thighs, splaying herself wide and locking them together tight.

  She gasped and he groaned as his finger slid into her tight, wet heat. “Christe,” he muttered, his voice as rough and heavy as the air chugging in an out of his lungs, his cock heavy, straining for action. He sunk another finger inside her feeling her clamp tight around him.

  “Aaarrriii.”

  The way she moaned his name like that, all low and sonorous like he’d connected to something deep, something beyond physical, kicked him hard in the chest.

  “What?” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You. Inside me.”

  His cock voted for that too but...“No condom.” His thumb slid to the hard pearl of her clitoris, her body bucking against his as he teased lightly over the top. “And I’m not getting out to get one.”

  He wasn’t leaving this position until she’d screamed his name so damn loud the gods heard her on Mt Olympus.

  “I don’t care,” she said, panting and bucking against him as he continued to tease her nipple, her clit and her g-spot.

  Ari frowned. “Don’t care?” His fingers stilled.

  This elicited a frustrated little growl at the back of her throat but, undeterred, she took over, seeking her own pleasure, riding his fingers as she fisted her hand in his hair.

  “Don’t care...about a condom.” Her breathing was laboured as she flexed her hips back and forth. “I just need you in me. Now.”

  Her guttural admission hit Ari right between the legs. His cock, jammed tight between the cleft of her buttocks, bucked, his ass contracted and his pulse pounded through his chest in anticipation.

  Christe, he wanted that.

  Wanted to feel her tight, wet heat surrounding him, wanted to feel every nuance of her orgasm as she came on him, milking his dick from root to tip.

  “Ari!” She gasped his name with such frustrated impatience it was almost his undoing. “I have an IUD, no diseases and I’m your first sexual partner in three years.”

  A strangled little whimper gurgled out her mouth as she ground against his hand and her fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair. “I think we’re covered.”

  Her voice was all high and breathy like she was almost there, like all he’d need to do was brush his thumb over her clit. Or slide his cock deep inside her – his taut, aching, bare cock.

  “Please...”

  Ari’s heart slammed in his chest. He wanted inside her as badly as she needed him to be there and nothing, not even Zeus himself, could have stopped Ari from giving Kelsey what she wanted. What he wanted.

  What they needed.

  With her legs locking him in tight there wasn’t much room to manoeuvre so he released her breast and slid his hand between their bodies. Grasping his cock, he angled it, ploughing it through the seam of her sex and notching himself at her entrance.

  She bucked violently at the stimulus and moaned, “Yessssss,” long and low.

  And it was like a siren song in his blood, clamping a fist around his balls and shooting a flaming arrow right up the furrow of his spine as he anchored his hands on her hips, pushed through the balls of his feet and thrust. She cried out - a noise somehow sated and feral - and he grunted as she swallowed him up.

  Gamoto.

  She was tight and hot and wet and already quivering around him and he felt in-fucking-vincible. Like Poseidon rising from the sea.

  And also like he was...home.

  Locked together as they were didn’t allow for a lot of thrusting but she didn’t need it, just the slightest flex of his pelvis pushed her over the edge. “Yes.” Kelsey’s moans and pants filled his head. “God, Ari...I’m coming.”

  Yes, she was. Coming on his dick in long, urgent squeezes that plucked at the piano-wire tension of muscles buried deep at the root of his dick, her heels grinding like a drill bit into the backs of his thighs. He had to mentally recite the Greek tax laws to hold on to his load.

  Finally she was spent, her heels unlocking, her legs returning to their natural position, her body heavy as her forehead slumped onto her arms still resting against the infinity edge of the pool. Her arms and his cock inside her were the only things stopping her from sliding boneless into the water.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, lifting her head, “I couldn’t wait.”

  Her head wobbled precariously like her neck was made out of marshmallow and Ari slid his hand onto her throat, his thumb notching under the angle of her jaw for support. She swallowed and he felt the muscles undulate beneath his palm as surely as he felt the thick beat of her carotid against his fingers.

  “It’s okay,” he crooned quietly near her ear. “Watch.” He nuzzled her earlobe. “Watch the world while I fuck you.”

  It was what it felt like right now, that they had the world at their feet. And he was a God.

  Ari withdrew almost all the way out before thrusting all the way in again and it felt so damn good, her tight flesh massaging his length, it sucked his breath away. He did it again and Kelsey moaned and her head rocked and Ari’s fingers firmed around her throat for more support.

  “Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”

  Ari withdrew and thrust again and she said, “Beautiful. It’s so beautiful, Ari.”

  “No.” Ari shook his head as he picked up the rhythm, squashing her breasts against the side of the pool, the water swirling around them like a whirlpool. “You’re beautiful,” he muttered. “You’re a goddess.”

  He thrust deeper - harder - as his orgasm rippled up from the root of his cock hotter than the Mykonos sun. His fingers found her clit, flying over the top making her buck, making her moan and cry out, “Ari, Ari, Ari,” her throat moving convulsively as the tight, hot sheath of her gloved him, milking his climax straight out of his balls.

  Diamonds of sunshine spilled around him. Diamonds in the sea and the air and the pool. Diamonds in her hair.

  A kaleidoscope of pleasure as he joined her in the rapture.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kelsey smiled as Ari swam up behind her, joining her at the infinity edge again. He fit around her perfectly and she revelled in all his solid, naked flesh.

  She’d had the most divine few hours of her life. Swimming with Ari, chatting about Mykonos and laughing over his funny Greek stories. Eating olives and Dolmades and the most divine Spanakopita. Sipping a cool locally grown white wine as they lazed in the sunshine and made out in the pool.

  She sighed already sad that today was going to end. Ari dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “She’s magnificent, isn’t she?”

  Kelsey’s gaze came back into focus and she realised she’d been staring at the Hellenic Spirit. “Why are ships always chick names?”

  “Ah, the age old question.” Amusement laced his voice as his lips nuzzled back and forth between her neck and shoulder, his breath warm as it fanned over her skin, spreading prickles of awareness down to the hardening tips of her nipples. “Some say it’s because a ship is a vessel like a woman is a vessel for a child.”

  She shuddered. “That’s some kind of patriarchal bul
lshit.”

  “Yes.” He laughed. “I prefer the more poetic explanation.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “The whimsy of men. Personifying objects of beauty with feminine characteristics.”

  “Hmmm.” Kelsey wasn’t sure that sounded much better but her eyes hurt from the beauty all around her and she didn’t want to ruin the mood. She wanted to soak up every nuance of this glorious day.

  “Your boss must be rich,” she said as her eyes lazily followed the wake of a small boat, foaming white against the brilliant blue.

  His lips lifted from where they’d been teasing. “He’s...not short of a quid.”

  She sighed remembering how comforting it had been when she’d thought she had money to burn. “That must be nice.”

  “To be rich?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You want to be rich?”

  “No. Not really. I was rich, once...for a while, anyway. It didn’t bring me much joy. I’d settle for comfortably off.”

  “You were?”

  “Well...” She gestured to the view before them. “Not filthy rich, no. But my grandmother died and left me and my mother a sizeable inheritance.”

  “Which you...don’t have now?”

  “Nope.”

  He rested his chin on her shoulder. “What happened?”

  “My ex happened.”

  “Oh.”

  Oh, indeed. Kelsey cringed whenever she thought about it.

  “He...stole it?”

  If only. Kelsey wouldn’t have felt like such an idiot then. “No...I gave it to him willingly.” And that’s why it really hurt. Sure, he ran off with it, but she’d handed it over to him without hesitation.

  Gullibly, naively, trustingly.

  Ari didn’t say anything. But his arms tightened around her a little more as if encouraging her to tell her whole sorry tale. Kelsey hated rehashing it, but wrapped up with him like this, far away on the other side of the world, Australia and all that happened seemed a very distant memory.

  And he’d confided in her about his wife.