Page 545 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Fine. But I can’t make any promises. Sometimes orgies just happen. Especially in a place like that. I bet there’s a bathhouse inside with all sorts of naughty frescos on the walls.”
We all got up off our lounge chairs and headed to the side of the yacht where Teddybear had just lowered five jet skis into the water.
I jumped onto the gold-plated one that Daddy had given me for my twelfth half birthday.
Once we were all mounted, Ghostie did a quick comm check and then we started our engines.
“Whoa,” yelled Teddybear. “I think I might need to offload some of these Odegaard boxes onto one of your jet skis. Mine seems to be struggling.”
“It’s fine,” I said.
“Are you sure? My seat is vibrating so much. It really feels like it’s about to explode.”
“It won’t. But Slavanka might.” I pointed to her. Her face was flushed and she was clutching the handlebars so tight. “You like these custom vibrating seats I had installed?”
“Yes yes,” she moaned.
“The faster you go, the more it vibrates.”
Esme sat down and tapped the throttle. Her jaw dropped. “You’re a genius.”
“I know, right?” Not to honk my own boobs, but this was one of my best inventions ever. Without the vibrating seats, jet skiing was okay. But with them? It was freaking orgasmic. Literally. I couldn’t go over 50 miles per hour on these things without having a full-blown orgasm. Except that one time when Chad thought it would be fun to fuck me while we were jet skiing. #SadPenisFacts.
“Everyone ready?” I asked.
My girls all nodded super enthusiastically.
“Three…two…one…go!” I slammed the throttle and took off. “Last one to the island has to blow a stranger!” I yelled into the comms.
I got a bit of a head start, but everyone else was hot on my tail.
Well…almost everyone. Teddybear didn’t seem to be able to go over 10 miles per hour.Does he not know how to ride a jet ski?
There was no time to worry about that, though, because Slavanka had just blown by me.
“Die in gulag, losers!” she yelled into the wind. But then she made a sharp left turn and started heading around the wrong side of the island.
Huh…Apparently something had gotten lost in translation earlier when Ghostie had given us directions to the hidden cove.
That left me, Esme, and Zoraida in the race. We were all neck and neck.
I wanted to sit back and enjoy the vibrations, but I also hated losing. So I stood up and hit the throttle.
Esme and Zoraida did the same.
“I dare you girls to sit down,” I said in the comms.
“Not until we reach the cove,” replied Esme.
“Aw, come on! We’ll all sit down together. It’ll still be a fair race. Just more fun.”
“I’ll do it,” said Zoraida.
“Gah, fine,” agreed Esme.
“Three, two, one…sit!” We all sat down. And God the vibrations felt good.
I squeezed my thighs around the seat and tried to keep from losing control. And it was possible, because we weren’tquiteat fifty miles per hour yet. The second we hit that, I knew I’d be a goner. And I was still really wound up from Ghostie’s growling.
