Free In The Arms of a Donovan: A Sexy BBW Billionaire Family Series Romance (The Donovans Book 13) by A.C. Arthur

for her number so he could send them to her phone and she’d readily obliged. He was fun to be with, she thought begrudgingly.
    “Whatever,” was her response. “You’ll do, I guess.”
    “You guess?” he asked stopping.
    He was standing right in front of her now, so she stopped walking as well.
    “I can prove that I’m the best guy to be with on this cruise,” Brandon told her.
    She propped one hand on her hip. “How do you propose to prove that?”
    When he stepped to her, dropped his shoes to the sand, and cupped her face in his hands, Amber’s breath caught.
    “Like this,” he said before lowering his head to hers, taking her lips in a hotter than the temperature outside kiss.
    Amber loved every second of it. She moved closer to him, touching her hands to his arms and tilting her head. His tongue moved hungrily over hers and she moaned against his mouth. He felt so good up against her, strong and steady, intoxicating. She kept her eyes closed to this pleasure, refusing to second guess or deny it. She wanted this and so much more with him, no matter how strange it seemed.
    “I want you,” he whispered when he finally broke the kiss, but still held her face in his hands.
    “I know,” was her breathy response.
    “This is definitely going to happen,” Brandon said, his hands slipping down her waist to cup her ample bottom.
    Amber trembled at his touch, her center already pulsating with ready desire. All she could say, all she could think was, “I know,” she sighed, resting her forehead against his. “I know.”
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    There were three personal email messages when Brandon returned from his day on the island with Amber. They were meeting at Today’s Italiano, one of the many restaurants the ship offered in lieu of eating in the main dining room each night, at seven thirty.
    Brandon had walked Amber to her cabin and then traveled down a floor to where his sleeping quarters were located. They both had suites with private oceanfront balconies, courtesy of their employers. It had been a long but enjoyable day and they were both ready for a shower and a few moments to rest before heading out again. So it was with a slight pep in his step that Brandon returned to his room. The first thing he did was strip off the shirt that had, in the last hour, begun to stick uncomfortably to his skin as the humidity and heat on the island had begun to get to him. He’d headed straight for the shower at that point, standing under the spray of water until it had run cool.
    Now, he sat on his balcony wearing only shorts, tablet on and a list of emails on the screen staring back at him expectantly. He’d tackled the work messages first. This morning before he’d left the ship, Brandon sent an email to Ty discussing his concerns about Margaret Whithers. Ty had responded, saying that Brandon should first speak with Courtney about both Margaret and Tim and then they would have another meeting when they all returned from the cruise. They needed to review their termination policy once more and possibly interview some of the previous employees that had complained about Margaret to see if there had been any more issues with her. Coming from an African American family that had scraped their way to the top, in a world that in general did nothing to help black people succeed, Ty was not about to employ a racist. Still, Brandon recognized that they all needed to make sure that when they did fire her, it would be a legally sound act.
    As for Tim, there was no official policy against being intoxicated while on a cruise, even if that cruise was fully funded by the employer. Still, there was definitely a moral breach and Ty suggested that Courtney may need to have a discussion with him about his conduct when he was representing the TJB name. Brandon quickly typed his reply, agreeing with Ty’s suggestion on those two matters and addressing a few compliance issues that had also come up in the last month. With that message handled, there were