Tasty Mango: A Billionaire and Single Mom Romantic Comedy
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“Hell yeah, we’re going in. Sex under a waterfall. That’s a bucket list item.”
He laughs. “Me too. Let’s get ’er done.”
We shuck our clothes and tiptoe across the rocks into the stream. It’s only up to our knees until we start to approach the actual waterfall, where it quickly deepens.
“I think we can go around and behind it on that ledge,” he says.
I take his hand, and we carefully approach the falls.
He’s right, and we walk around it, all sound drowned out but the roar of the water over our heads. The ledge is a few feet wide, enough to walk along.
“Shall we see how deep it is?” I ask.
“Let’s do it.”
We lower ourselves down and find we can’t touch the bottom. I dive below the surface, realizing at the last second I should’ve tied my hair back. It billows out behind me like a cloud.
We break through the surface of the water at the same time. “It’s cold!” I shout. But I feel exhilarated, as if every cell in my body is electrically alive.
We find a lower section of rock farther down, water spilling across it before feeding into the pool beneath the falls. Donovan lifts me to sit on it and pulls himself up as well.
An occasional break in the falls allows sunlight to sparkle down and then is closed again. The roar is tremendous. The rock we sit on is cool, the flowing water a constant trickle over its surface.
“It’s magical,” I say.
“It’s yours,” he says.
I turn my head to him. “What do you mean?
“It’s part of an eighty-acre parcel I purchased three weeks ago.”
I clutch his arm. “Really?”
“You’ve been looking at properties. We saw a ton of them.”
“Nothing like this.”
“When I found it, I had to act fast. There were six other bidders. The owner died and the family wanted to dump the acres.”
“Donovan. Is this where…” I can’t find the words to say it.
“It’s your vision, baby. If you want your fairytale castle here, you have plenty of space and this beautiful waterfall to attract people to come.”
I look up into the water flowing off the rock. “God. Donovan.”
“You like it?”
“I love it. But the money. The funding.”
He runs his hand down my arm. “We can worry about all that later.”
“Okay. Right now, we need to break in this waterfall properly.”
He leans down to kiss me, water flowing around our legs as if we are the force of nature that must be worked around. His hands are everywhere, following the curves he knows so well.
His skin is cool and wet from the water, and I follow the trails along the muscles of his chest, the indentions of his abs, and down to the part of him that is primed and absolutely ready for me.
We could be the only two people in the world, castaways in this wild, untamed land, finding a moment of respite, coolness, and ease in the water.
We lean back into the cool trickle of water along this hidden bit of rock, and I kiss down his body, following where my hands have led me, and take him in my mouth.
He lets out a sigh that disappears into the roar of the water, gathering my hair in his hands to get it out of my way.
He knows I like that. I still like to run the movie in my mind of what we’re doing, that exhibitionist streak alive and well. He always meets me where I’m at.
And this. This is next-level.
I work him with my hand and mouth until I feel the veins bulging, and the twitch that tells me I can finish here or move on.
I look up at him, his eyes closed, one hand thrown over his face.
The world is gray and green and wet and cool, the occasional dance of light creating dots on the walls of our hidden spot.
Donovan is part of it, all muscular man.
And he’s mine. Neither of us has had a relationship last as long as this.
I crawl up his body, nipping bits of his flesh along the way up to his jaw.
“My biter,” he says, drawing my face to his.
We kiss, his hands on my body, which has more or less recovered from pregnancy and childbirth, still a little softer in places, the pale streaks of stretch marks permanently etched here and there on my skin.
But my boobs are almost normal, Rebel only nursing occasionally, preferring his finger foods at this point. I feel alive, and in control of myself, ready for the next thing.
I ease back down his body until I straddle his hips. Then I lower myself on him, feeling my flesh give way, until he is buried inside me.
My knee shifts on a slippery bit of the rock, and he moves his hand to hold me steady.
“You got this?” he asks.
“Totally got this.” I move up and down, easing him in and out. He clutches me, controlling our bodies and rhythm. I feel no hurry, despite the urgency I had before. Just like in that first fairytale, so long ago, in France, I don’t want the fantasy to end.
I let the sounds penetrate, rushing water and cool air. My hair sticks to my back. I feel at one with everything around me, as if this is the most natural thing of all.
Despite these gentle, patient thoughts, the tension builds where we’re joined. I tune back into it, listening to my body, feeling his inside me. We’re in sync, taking our time, but letting the act find its way.
I suck in a breath. The tightness has begun to wind deep inside me. Donovan must recognize the change in my breath and moves his hand between us to find the nub that responds so well to him.
Then the cadence increases. I brace my hands on his chest and move with speed and power, crashing into him like the water on the surface below. My body tightens until I’m sure I will scream, I will never get there, I will simply collapse in on myself until I die.
But then it all releases, flashing out like a ripple on a lake when the surface tension is broken.
I collapse on Donovan’s chest, our muscles pulsing, both of us gasping for air.
The warmth of him spreads in me, and his hand holds the back of my neck to press me tight. I lie flush on top of him, breathing hard, our hearts hammering against each other.
Nature takes no notice. The water continues its crash from high to low. The sun peeps through at the whim of the flow.
“I love you,” Donovan says.
I rest my head on his chest. “I love you too.”
“I’m glad you love this place.”
“How could I not? The hardest part will be having to share it with others.”
He laughs. “There might be a line to get back here.”
“Maybe we can keep it a secret.”
He laughs. “In the age of the Internet?”
“True.”
I shift to the side, and we sit up.
“Want to take a swim?” he asks.
“Totally.”
We slide off the ledge into the deep water. We push off the rock to pass through the waterfall, the power of it battering our backs as we cut through.
We surface on the other side, crystal droplets of water dancing on the surface.
“This is wild!” I call. “It’s so perfect!”
We swim out for a bit and soon find our footing in the river.
“We need to monitor it during heavy rainfall and when it’s dry,” Donovan says.
I nod. “We can take our time. Visit in every weather extreme. Understand the land.”
“And you can choose to never develop it. We can just own it.”
I can’t imagine doing that. It’s too perfect.
We move slowly back toward our clothes. “We? I believe this is another great investment for you. I’m glad to be a part of it.”
He shakes his head. “This property is in your name. Only yours.”
I glance back at the waterfall. It’s majestic.
Should I accept this? I remember the jewels my sister chided me for taking on that first trip to Paris. “Donovan, I’m not sure.�
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He searches through his clothes and extracts something from a pocket. It’s too small for me to see at first, then he gets down on one knee, naked, cushioned by a clump of grass.
He holds up it. A diamond winks in the sunlight. “I’m hoping it will be our adventure,” he says.
I look at the ring in his hands. It’s a princess cut, and on each side is a deep purple stone, the birthstone for June. Both for Rebel’s birthday and our first date. It’s breathtaking.
“So what do you think?” he says. “Will you marry me? Can we make this merger official?”
I nod. I’m not sure if the wetness on my face is coming from my hair or my eyes, but I find it hard to speak.
He lifts my hand and slides the ring on my finger. I step closer.
He draws me to him, still on one knee, his beard tickling my belly.
“We’re going to build a castle,” I say. “People will get married here. Get engaged here. We will be the first.”
He looks up at me. “I have to wait for the castle to be built to marry you?”
I laugh. “Well, maybe not completely built. Perhaps a nice gazebo.”
“Good. Because a castle is going to take years, you know. We don’t even have an architect. Or a plan.”
It’s true. “We won’t wait that long.” I run my fingers through his wet hair and lean down to plant a kiss on top of his head. “I’m so happy,” I whisper.
His fingers tighten on my waist. “Me too.”
I can barely breathe. For so long, I thought I would never be more than the circumstances of my mistakes.
But now I know that everything in life is what you put into it. And forgiving yourself is the first step. The next one is opening your heart to accept all the goodness that comes your way. To believe you deserve it.
My fairytale didn’t end when I went a little crazy, or when I got pregnant.
And it didn’t stop last year when I abruptly had to leave Milan.
This bold, brilliant life of mine has only just begun.
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BOOKS BY JJ KNIGHT
Romantic Comedies
Big Pickle
Hot Pickle
Spicy Pickle
Tasty Mango
Single Dad on Top
Single Dad Plus One
The Accidental Harem
MMA Fighters
Uncaged Love Series
Fight for Her Series
Reckless Attraction
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JJ Knight is one of the pen names of six-time USA Today bestselling author Deanna Roy. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her family.
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