Page 16 of A Billionaire for Christmas
‘I don’t know what to be more surprised at. The fact you were in a magazine dedicated entirely to sausages or that it comes out weekly.’
Cheek.
She flicked some foam at him. ‘Do you have an award for inventing a sausage?’
‘Do you always fidget with your hair when you lie?’
Like a rabbit caught in the headlights, Molly’s eyes widened. ‘Yes. Always.’
A burst of laughter escaped Levi as he shook his head slowly. ‘I am alreadysoregretting this.’ With an easiness that she felt she’d never be able to obtain, Levi lounged his arms against the sides, water dripping from his toned biceps. His eyes crinkled with amusement. ‘What else do you do, Molly, apart from win awards and tell lies to complete strangers in hot tubs?’
Good question.
Molly took her time answering. She liked what she saw. The silky foam dripped from his smooth skin, his hair was ruffled, and he had a playful tone in his voice. He was much less imposing out of the tuxedo. She shuffled closer to him, her head suddenly empty of clever things to say. Velvety foam gently lapped over her as the bubbles caressed her skin. She may as well be honest. Making up lies was too draining. ‘I read a lot. Cosy crime. Nothing gory. I just like to solve the puzzle before the main character does. I’m overbearingly fastidious in the kitchen. The product of having two full-time working parents. It’s why I learned to cook at such a young age. And when I bake, I like to sing to the ingredients.’
Too much information.
‘Anything else?’
She shuffled even closer. ‘I play Sudoku. Advanced Expert level. The result of being an only child.’
His lips twitched.
‘And I can roller skate to an almost Olympic standard. I can go from scissors straight into a grapevine.’
Levi chuckled. ‘Very impressive. I’ve always wanted to learn.’
‘Oh. And I can fix almost any machine.’
‘You’re a qualified engineer?’ He sounded genuinely impressed.
‘No. But my dad is.’
‘So, if you do break this hot tub, what you’re saying is that you’ll also be able to fix it.’
‘Yes.’
‘Good to know, Molly…?’
‘Johnson. Molly Johnson.’
Molly was now sitting so close to him they were almost touching. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Suddenly the atmosphere was turbo charged. Molly felt herself quiver against him. Every nerve ending was on fire. She stared into his eyes, whirlpools of desire reflecting her own. When he reached out to trace her cheek gently with the back of his knuckles, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven.
Levi cleared his throat. ‘I better get that.’
‘Better get what?’ she breathed huskily.
‘The door,’ he said. ‘Someone’s been banging on it for the last few minutes.’
‘Have they?’ The distant sound of knocking penetrated her lust-filled brain as she watched Levi haul himself up from the hot tub in one languid movement, foam dripping from his body as he pointed out the handrail with a cheeky grin. ‘Whoever it is, I’ll get rid of them.’ He grabbed a towel, drying himself off as he disappeared through the patio doors. ‘Try not to drown before I get back.’
Molly, putting her fingertips lightly to her lips, stared at the snowy scene before her. It was all suddenly surreal. Here she was, sitting in a hot tub with Europe’s most attractive male. Not a soul in the world knew they were here. A tingling sensation swept through her body, her brain fizzing with excitement at the adventure she was about to embark on. This was no longer about the bucket list. This was all her. That long, long, dry spell was finally at an end.
Molly didn’t just want to get naked with Levi, she wanted to wrap herself around him and feel every inch of her skin pressed against his. Lust ripped through her, emptying her mind of all else. She tugged at her bathing costume. Really, it was like something out of the 1920s it was so modest, and as she peeled down the straps, she wondered what the protocol was for having sex with a virtual stranger in his hot tub.
Without wanting to think too heavily about the logistics, she wriggled out of the swimsuit and flung it towards the patio doors. Hopefully, Levi would see it and join her. The sensation of being naked was instantly gratifying. Her breasts floated easily to the surface as dopamine flooded her brain. This was without doubt the most daring she had ever been. She tried to arrange herself in a tempting manner. She leaned back, nipples poking above the foam, legs crossed against the ledge. She lifted herself up a fraction to reveal more leg and swept up a blob of foam to cover her nether regions. This was no different to a reverse Pilates plank in some ways. She could hold the uncomfortable position until Levi had time to get a proper look at the goods. Plus, the steam rising from the tub would disguise her flushed cheeks and any embarrassment she felt about putting herself so obviously on display. For all Levi knew, she did this sort of thing every day of the week. As footsteps approached, Molly arched her back, thrusting her boobs from the water like floating jellies with cherries on top.
‘Molly, this is my brother… Oh my fucking word, what the hell are you—’ Levi stopped bellowing at around the same time Molly began screaming.
