Free The Skipper & the Billionaire Playboy by Mia Caldwell

contact, and hers turned to a keening cry as he hooked his fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot until she came.
    The first wave of orgasm had barely even faded before he lifted her against the wall, wrapping one of her legs around his hips, and surged inside her. She eyed him uncertainly, realizing neither one of them had protection.
    “It’s okay. I won’t come. I just want to feel your sweet pussy around me for a few moments.” He thrust shallowly into her a few times before pulling away with an obvious groan.
    Looking tortured, he paused to give her a deep kiss before reaching past her to turn off the water. She didn’t argue as he took her hand and pulled her from the bathroom, not even taking time for a towel. A moment later, he pushed her down on his bed, her face in the pillow, as his bedside drawer slid open with an audible squeal.
    The welcome sound of the condom wrapper tearing came next, and then he was pushing himself inside her, taking her from behind as he cupped her breasts. It was a position she had never really enjoyed in the past, finding it slightly degrading. However, she was so lost in her need, and the pleasure he gave her, that she not only endured having him take her from behind, she welcomed it.
    It was amazing how much deeper he could get, and as he thrust hard into her, she reached between her legs to stroke her clit so she could come with him. It wouldn’t be long for either of them, despite the orgasms they had already shared. With a small cry that was somewhere between a grunt and his name, her climax swept over her. Her sheath contracted around him, urging Sawyer to find his own release, and his erection twitched inside her as he came.
    Afterward, they returned to the shower, this time with the intention of getting washed and dressed to meet his family waiting for them downstairs. As she looked in the mirror afterward, styling her freshly straightened hair before applying a light layer of makeup, she didn’t miss the bruised look of her lips, or the satisfied gleam in her eye. For the first time, she wondered if she would survive this week. The sex was so good, it might kill her. Her lips twitched, and she decided that was an okay way to go.
    Slowly, the grin faded as she realized just how addictive Sawyer was. She could easily come to crave the intense passion he inspired, and she had a new appreciation for the women who fell for him despite his clear lack of desiring anything more than sex.
    Tightening her mouth, she swiped on some lip-gloss as she vowed to herself she wouldn’t be just another notch on his bedpost. She wouldn’t be stupid and fall for him. Knowing him as she did, it should be a cinch to separate her heart from her body when it came to interacting with Sawyer.
    After breakfast, Caitlin and Kiersten spirited Sawyer away somewhere. Nadia had gently declined the invitation to accompany them, knowing he needed to spend time with his family alone. She could use a breather from him as well. She was feeling everything too intensely around him after they had become intimate. It was difficult to keep her hands off him, even in a casual fashion, such as brushing her hand against his when they sat down to eat. It would do her equanimity some good to have distance and time for reflection.
    That’s what she told herself anyway, as she went to the gardens and began exploring in more depth than yesterday. She had been searching for him then, but today she just wanted to clear her mind, so focusing on the plants seemed like a good way to do so in lieu of chartering a boat to pursue calm reflection on the water.
    She spent thirty minutes walking among the blooms, smelling and admiring those for which she had no name. As someone who had lived every moment possible on the sea, she had never taken time to grow plants. Her father hadn’t bothered either, and she didn’t recall her mother ever doing so.
    Nadia had a few hazy memories of Carla, but none involved gardening. She