Page 28 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

“I don’t know, it seems like something’s bothering you.”

I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was the owner of Acme Bread. I knew that the longer I put it off, the harder it would be to finally come clean, but I just couldn’t do it.

“I’ll tell you what’s bothering me,” I said, lowering my voice. My eyes swept up and down her body, appreciating each of her fine curves, her shapely stocking-clad legs, and her sweet lips which I burned to feel pressed against my own. “I haven’t told you how much I’m enjoying myself tonight.”

She smiled, and patted me on the forearm. “That’s sweet. I’m enjoying myself too.”

We looked at each other for a long time. Then, without really deciding to do it on a conscious level, I was leaning in to kiss her.

She lifted her chin and met my lips with her own. Just a tentative, exploratory smack of the lips. But one light kiss became two, became three. Soon the kiss deepened as I exulted in Amy’s taste.

Sweeter than April wine… where is this going, Tiger? What will happen when she finally sees your stripes?

Chapter Fifteen

Amelia

Ba-zing!

That’s the sound that goes through my mind when a guy turns out to be a really, really good kisser. Ba-zing! Everything had just felt right all night long, and then he kissed me at just the right time.

He’d been cautious at first, if not exactly tentative. First he just smacked his lips against mine. His lips were soft and fit perfectly against mine. I felt a rush of thunder through me just from a little lip smack.

I decided another sampling was in order, and then the next thing I know his tongue was sliding in. We stood up from the rail, clutching at each other. His hand slid down to the small of my back, while his opposite palm caressed my cheek. Jonathon continued to test the waters, kissing me fuller, more deeply with each passing moment.

Now, I’m not one of those jerks who goes around putting down other people’s PDAs, but let me tell you, I was keenly aware at that moment that we were probably putting on quite the show.

Not being an exhibitionist, this sort of slowed my motor somewhat—but only somewhat. Jonathon’s hand slid down my spine just a tad more, enough that his pinky was on the slope of my ass, teasing a journey between the cheeks.

His touch sent fires through my nervous system, as if I’d been plugged into a wall outlet. He crushed me to him, our bodies pressed together. I could feel the hard lump of his arousal growing harder against me.

The sound of another couple’s muffled laughter caused us to break apart slightly a split second before the door opened. We looked up at each other and both smiled in a kind of breezy, yet self-conscious way.

“Well,” I said, because I felt like somebody had to say something. “That just happened.”

“Yeah—and I’d really like it to happen again.”

He went to kiss me, but I was already on the verge of exploding. I wasn’t about to put on a moaning, gasping display for the other couple, or anyone else for that matter.

“Wait,” I said, stopping him with my fingers on his lips.

“What’s wrong?”

“With what we were just doing? Nothing,” I said, my voice breathless. I don’t think I’ve ever trembled so bad in my life. “With the setting, well, I prefer a less public venue.”

His eyebrows arched. “We could head back to my place for coffee.”

Coffee. The universal euphemism for ‘hey, do you want to come up to my place and have sex?’

My answer? A most emphatic yes.

“Oh, I love coffee,” I said, feeling as if it were the most banal thing that ever came out of my mouth. Fortunately, Jonathon didn’t seem to notice, or care if he did. His hand slipped into mine and he led me out to the waiting limo.

As soon as we got into the expansive back seat, Jonathon moved across to the opposite side.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He grinned and picked up an egg-shaped chrome remote. One push of the button sent a privacy screen separating us from the driver.

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