My Boss, the Billionaire (The Billionaire Kings Book 2)

by Serenity Woods

  But for now, the room is beginning to fill with steam and she’s stripping off the shirt, and I rid myself of my clothes hastily, step into the shower with her, and close the door behind us.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Nix

  “There’s not a lot of room,” I tell him. My back is pressed against the tiles, and he’s still squashed up against me. He’s so big! He’s all wide shoulders and broad chest and tanned skin… Mmm…

  “We’ll have to get cozy then.” He smirks as he places some shower gel on the shelf, along with the condom.

  The warm water pours over us, and the cubicle fills with steam. Leon dips his head and kisses me, linking the fingers of both hands with mine, and then he lifts them and pins them to the tiles above my head. The water cascades between us, trickling over my breasts, and ooh… the sensation on my nipples is enticing.

  He kisses me for ages, dipping his tongue into my mouth, teasing my lips with his teeth and tongue. I drift into a dreamy world, melting inside for this gorgeous guy.

  I must keep my wits about me, though. I’ve got to make sure I do this right. Yeah, he’s hot as, sexy as, but I can’t let searingly hot sex be the driving force behind any decisions I make. Being compatible in bed isn’t the only criteria for a great relationship, and I don’t want to go all-in without thinking of the odds. Yeah, he likes me, and he obviously enjoys the fact that we can set the sheets alight, but once he’s had me like that a few times, he might lose interest.

  And yet this time it seems as if hard and fast isn’t his goal. He said he’d be gentle, and true enough, he’s still kissing me. His erection is pressed against my tummy, but he’s not thrusting, not trying to arouse himself. Instead, he releases my hands and strokes down my arms, then moves back a moment to retrieve the shower gel from the shelf. He squeezes a large amount onto his palm, replaces the bottle, then comes back to me, rubbing his hands together to make it foam.

  “You’re very dirty, Ms. Dixon,” he says, his eyes gleaming. “Let me help you get cleaned up.” He turns so his back is taking the brunt of the water, lifts my arms around his neck, and places his hands on my back.

  I sigh and raise my lips to his as he soaps my back, my shoulders, up my arms and down again, around my ribs, and over my breasts. He massages them for a while, his hands slipping easily over my soapy skin, and then he continues down, over my hips, and around to my butt.

  Mmm… this is so sensual… my body has become one huge erogenous zone, and it doesn’t matter where he touches me, every little brush of his fingers pushes me that bit closer to the edge. He moves his hand to my tummy and slides his fingers down into my folds, and I moan as he circles over my clit. Oh that feels good, and I let him kiss me while he strokes there for a while, until I’m shivery and aching for more.

  “Can I have a go?” I murmur, wanting to do the same to him. He nods and retrieves the shower gel again, and squeezes some onto my palm. I lather it up, then place my hands on his chest and smooth them across to his shoulders. His skin gleams like polished wood, his muscles hard beneath my fingers. I stroke over his impressive biceps and down his strong forearms, explore his large hands with their broad palms and wide fingers, slide around to his back, then bring my hands forward to his chest again. This time I follow the line of his hair down, and I close my hands around his erection.

  Ooh, he’s big, swelling in my hand. My fingers glide up the slippery shaft, over every thick vein bringing the hot blood that’s making him so hard. I circle the pad of my thumb over the swollen head, and he exhales in a rush, closing his eyes.

  Yes, I like this power. I stroke him, gliding my fingers up and down the iron-like bar, and watch his face while I arouse him. Strong, powerful Leon, always so strict and firm, always in control… Now he’s coming apart, unravelling slowly in front of me. He leans a forearm on the tiles above my head, his eyes still closed, and his wet chest rises and falls with each deep, ragged breath. I want him to come. I want him to fill my hand with his silky fluid; I want to feel his body jerk and watch the pleasure pass across his face as he climaxes. But even as the thought passes through my mind, he takes my hand by the wrist and carefully moves it away.

  “Minx,” he says, and he picks up the condom, tears off the wrapper, and rolls it on, giving me the exasperated look he reserves just for me.

  When he’s done, he squeezes some more gel onto his fingers and smooths it over my belly, dipping his fingers even lower, making sure I’m slippery everywhere before he finally guides the tip of his erection down. I keep my gaze on his face, studying him as he watches the point where our bodies meet. He slides his erection through my folds, tipping his head to the side to observe it. I go to open my legs, to give him better access, but he says, “Don’t move,” so I stay standing still, back pressed against the tiles, and just let him tease me for a while.

  “Ahhh…” He exhales, obviously enjoying the sensation, his dark gaze lifting to mine for a moment. “Not too sore, baby?”

  I give a little shake of my head, touched that he’s concerned, and awed by his slow, sure seduction. I thought he might be one dimensional, that fast and furious might be his only setting, but this is different… I’m like the hot water in this room that’s turning slowly to steam; I’m evaporating into hormones and pheromones, all physiological and chemical. My brain’s slowing down like a merry-go-round after the children have hopped off, and it’s as if the whole world outside this shower cabinet has vanished, and there’s only Leon, his warm, hard body, his firm, sure hands.

  Now he’s sliding his erection up to stroke over my clit, then pushing it down to slip through my swollen folds, all the way underneath me. I’m throbbing now, so aroused by this and by the concentration on his face, the soft groan he gives each time he thrusts forward.

  This time, he doesn’t move back but instead releases his erection. The natural angle makes it press up through my folds, and as he pushes gently forward, I feel it ease inside me. Wow, how is he doing that? That’s new.

  He lifts his gaze to mine and moves closer to me, pinning me against the tiles. “Okay?” he murmurs. “I’m not hurting you?”

  I shake my head again, lifting my head for his kiss. His lips move across mine with gentle presses, as he pushes his hips forward and slides deeper, oh, so slowly. Gradually, he fills me, the sensation amazing in this position, and he feels huge inside me. I try to relax and welcome him in, and with a few thrusts, he’s up to the hilt.

  He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. “You’re so tight,” he whispers. “Ah, jeez, that’s amazing.” He withdraws a little, pushes forward, and we both moan.

  I wait for him to lift one of my legs around his hips and start thrusting with intention, but instead he continues like this, kissing me, skating his hands over my body, teasing my nipples, while inside he fills me, withdraws, fills me, withdraws, in a slow, steady, inexorable movement.

  Once again, he takes ages, until the cubicle is so filled with steam I can barely see him, and I feel as if I’m breathing underwater. I’m so turned on at this point that everywhere he touches my body, it burns. Oh God, I ache, and long for release; I’m close to begging again, demanding he let me come. I’d have said that would be humiliating, but I know he’s trying to eke out our pleasure without hurting me, and make it last as long as he can. This isn’t punishment; it’s worship. He knows it’s not still my birthday, right?

  “Leon…” I whisper eventually, “oh… I can’t… take much… more…”

  He presses his body against mine. He’s deep inside me now, and as he rocks his hips, withdrawing only a little before pushing forward again, he grinds against my clit, and I moan.

  “Yeah,” he says, kissing me, delving his tongue into my mouth. “Come on, baby. This is going to be amazing.” He continues rocking his hips, and I feel the first flickers of a climax, tremors foretelling an earthquake. He’s wider at the root, and oh, I feel as if I’m impaled on him.

  He’s losing control now, too, thrusting harder
, deeper, despite his obvious intention to be gentle, but I don’t care, I welcome it. Fuck yeah, this is so hot, the water pouring over us, his dark eyes, his mouth claiming mine, and as his chest hairs scrape on my nipples and he grinds against me, my orgasm hits. He gives a couple of hard thrusts, and then he’s coming too, and we lock together, our cries mingling with the steam, clamped around each other. I’m conscious of so many sensations, the hot water, the cool tiles on my back, his hard muscles beneath my fingers, the slick slide of his tongue in my mouth. Wow… that feels so good… I wish it never had to stop…

  I give a long, heartfelt sigh as the pulses fade, and hope my legs don’t give way. Opening my eyes, I look straight into Leon’s blue ones.

  He smiles. “Hey, beautiful.”

  “Hey.” I give a shy smile back.

  “Not too sore?” He raises his eyebrows. I shake my head. “I tried to be gentle,” he says, “but you’re incredibly sexy, and sometimes my body doesn’t do what I’m telling it to do.” Keeping hold of the condom, he withdraws carefully, leans out of the cubicle to dispose of it, then returns. “Come here.”

  He pulls me into his arms, and I curl up against his chest, warmed by the water flowing over us. We’ve probably emptied the tank. They get a lot of rain here so hopefully it’ll top up soon.

  He switches off the tap, steps out and grabs a towel, and then brings me out and dries me. I let him, touched by his tender care, and then finish toweling my hair as I watch him dry. He fingers the day’s growth on his chin, checking out his reflection, then meets my gaze in the mirror. “Do you mind if I keep this for a day or two?”

  “Of course not.”

  “I’ll try not to get stubble burn on your thighs.” His eyes gleam.

  I poke my tongue out at him, and he laughs. “I’ll get dressed and make us both another coffee, shall I?”

  He strides from the room, unbothered by his nakedness, and I let my gaze linger on him in the mirror until he vanishes around the corner. Then I look back at my reflection and sigh. Wow. Am I really here, with Leon King, alone? Have I really just had incredible sex in the shower with the most gorgeous guy in the southern hemisphere? Actually, in the whole world?

  I take my wide-toothed comb out of my bag and start combing through the tangles. It’s been an amazing couple of days, and I’m looking forward to the day ahead too. I’ve always wanted to go whale watching in Kaikoura. I wonder how Leon will be with me while we’re out. We’re not a couple, and so far we’ve only been together privately, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he keeps his distance in public, even if we’re amongst strangers.

  Before we slept together, I’d often wondered what he’d be like as a partner. I’ve sometimes glimpsed a sensitive side to him—he does have four dogs, after all, and he’s as soppy as any guy when he’s with them. But even with friends and family he’s somewhat distant; he’s not as touchy-feely as Hal, for example; he doesn’t just go up to everyone and sling his arm around them, and he’s obviously much more conscious of the implications of physical contact in the workplace. I wondered whether he’d be the same with a partner, always keeping a little piece of himself reserved.

  But just now, in the shower, he was so warm and passionate, and I don’t just mean physically, I mean in every way—what he said, the look in his eyes, and the way he was so gentle and concerned I might be tender after our exuberant lovemaking last night. He cares for me, I feel it in my heart.

  But of course that doesn’t mean there’s a future for us. It’s still unclear what’s going to happen when we return to the Ark. I’m not sure, but I suspect he might leave it up to me—if I want to pursue a relationship, I think I’m going to have to get another job. Oh, that makes me sad, and I pause in the act of combing my hair, studying my sorrowful reflection. I love my job. I love being with the animals, seeing Izzy and the others, and also being with Leon all day. I’d miss him so much if I left. Of course, if that happened I’d be seeing him in the evenings instead, but he often works late, and although it would be wonderful to have him in that way, it would be a big loss too.

  I want my cake, and I’d really like to eat it too, please. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.

  I sigh and finish combing my hair, then get out the hairdryer and start drying it. I’m going to worry about it later. I’m not going to spoil the rest of the gorgeous day ahead.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Leon

  At ten a.m., we drop the key to the Pod to the owner at the restaurant and head to the airport for the flight to Kaikoura, a tiny, uncontrolled aerodrome on the east coast of the South Island. I’ve rung a small hotel and booked a room. I checked with Nicola first, and she seemed happy to share.

  When we land at Kaikoura, there’s a car waiting for us, and it takes us to the hotel on the waterfront. We drop our bags, as it’s too early to take over the room, and decide to walk to the small town and have some brunch in a café before we catch the boat that’ll take us out to see the whales.

  Kaikoura is a typical New Zealand small town, with the beautiful Seaward Kaikoura Mountains, a branch of the Southern Alps, curving around it to the sea. Its livelihood revolves around the ocean, from whale, dolphin, and seal watching, to the restaurants serving crayfish and other seafood. It’s suffered a little from the earthquakes that have plagued the area, but it’s maintained its friendly atmosphere, and the views out to the Pacific are stunning. In my opinion it’s not as beautiful as the Bay of Islands—the climate is a lot cooler, the countryside sparser, the mountains a completely different outlook—but it’s nice to be somewhere different for a change.

  We’re both wearing our thick coats and walking boots, and I take Nicola’s hand in mine as we walk, hoping to keep it warm as we haven’t brought any gloves. Plus I like touching her. She smiles when I take her hand as if she hadn’t expected me to.

  “Where do you fancy eating?” I ask as shops and cafés start to line the opposite side of the road.

  “I’m quite hungry,” she replies, “must have been the appetite I worked up.”

  I grin and open my mouth reply, but just as I’m about to speak, her eyes widen, she stops walking, and inhales sharply, bringing her hand up over her heart. I follow her gaze and see nothing amiss, just people going about their day, a woman walking a poodle, two kids cycling on the waterfront, a guy on a bench in a black jacket, smoking a cigarette.

  “What?” I ask her, conscious her face has turned ashen.

  “Nothing.” She shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and blows it out slowly. “I thought I saw someone I recognized. I’m okay.”

  I frown—her reaction was more than just recognition. Whoever she thought it was, she wasn’t pleased to see them.

  She removes her hand from mine and shoves it in the pocket of her coat, shivering. I put my arm around her, relieved when she doesn’t pull away.

  “Come on,” I say briskly. “It’s cold out here—we need a strong coffee and a hearty breakfast to warm us up.” I take her into the nearest café, and although I would normally find a seat near the window, this time I choose a table tucked in the corner. We take off our coats and hang them over the backs of our chairs. She slides into the seat, and I can see her struggling to regain her composure. That really shook her up.

  A waitress comes over, and we order two full breakfasts and two coffees. It’s a small, cozy café, very traditional, with wooden tables, chairs with blue-and-white cushions, a handwritten chalkboard displaying the menu, and bright, colorful pictures on the walls. The smell of coffee mingles with the aroma of sizzling sausages, a homely smell, comforting, and I can see Nicola starting to calm down.

  I lay a hand on the table, palm up, and she slides her hand into it. “Do you want to tell me?” I ask her. “You don’t have to, but I’d like to know.”

  Her fingers curl around mine. “It’s a long story.”

  “I’ve got all day.”

  She doesn’t say anything for a while, her gaze fixed on the table. She brai
ded some of her hair again this morning, and the braids are now twirled in a bun on the back of her head, with long tresses curling down beneath them over her shoulders. Having seen the evidence, I know blonde isn’t her natural hair color, and she admitted as much. At the time, I suspected she lied as to the reason for dyeing it, and I’m now convinced of that fact.

  She’s not particularly small or thin, but sitting there lost in thought she looks suddenly vulnerable, even a little sad. I know she’s a year younger than me, so she’s twenty-eight, and she’s only been in the Bay of Islands for a couple of years. I know very little about her life before that, and I feel a sudden twinge of uneasiness at the secrets she might be hiding.

  She’s not married, surely? I couldn’t be that unlucky?

  She clears her throat. “You know when you said you didn’t want to tell me what had happened with Angela because you were ashamed, and you didn’t want me to think badly of you?”

  I nod and frown. “You’re ashamed of something you’ve done?”

  “No, not really. But… well… I’m hesitant to tell you… because of the way you are…”

  Now I’m puzzled. “You mean because of the thing about us working together?”

  “No, not that.” She leans back as the waitress arrives with our coffees. I add a sugar to mine and stir it, conscious of Nicola’s gaze on me as she sips hers. “I know you told me you were a little wild in your youth,” she says softly. “But in the two years I’ve known you, you haven’t been that way. You’re very… respectable and upstanding.”

  “Somewhere Albie’s laughing his head off right now,” I say with amusement.

  But she doesn’t smile. “You are, Leon, you know you are. You’re the epitome of an honorable, principled, moralistic man. It might be a mask you’ve cultivated over the years, but that’s certainly how you appear.”