Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,175

waist. “Jim, it’s still me. Stop being so damn nervous.”

“What do you think about a change of scenery? I have a room to myself,” I said, holding her. “Perhaps you’d like to join me in the spa on the balcony in my suite?”

“There’s a fucking spa on your balcony?” she asked with wide eyes. “I would have to see this to believe it.” She stood up on her toes, and her lips met my chin, sending an electric charge through me.

“Not kidding. Jake went all out on this goddamn boat,” I said.

I texted Jake, letting him know that Avery and I were going to call it a night, and I had a request sent to the galley to deliver food to my quarters—it was still my Avery, right? She was probably starving.

“All the food you could possibly want will be delivered shortly,” I said, looking back at her, trailing me down the spiral staircase. “Better than flowers, right?”

“Damn right,” she said with a laugh.

When we got into my room, Avery and I laughed when we spotted her duffle on my bed.

“Jake thinks of it all, doesn’t he?” I said.

“I would’ve never guessed, but I am also willing to bet that after all these months, Ash and Jake have had some good pillow talk about us. They probably knew this was inevitable,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” She was so sincere that it stopped my thought process—again.

“Let’s make the most of this three-day boating experience, shall we?” I said. “Through those doors, you can change into your swimsuit, and meet me out in the spa.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, then took her bag back in the large bathroom area.

Once we were out in the spa that overlooked the bay, Avery sat in front of me, leaning her head against my chest and rubbing her hands along my legs.

“This is the most beautiful scene, sitting in a Jacuzzi on a massive yacht, gazing at the lights on the shoreline. Fuck, this is the most amazing experience of my life.”

“And here I thought taking you to a castle was,” I teased, finally loosening the fuck up. I’d been acting as though it was the first time we’d ever met.

“Well.” She turned her face up to bring her lips to where I could kiss them. “We didn’t have the buffet there like we have here.”

I ran my hand over her belly. “I never believed I’d hold you again. I fantasized more than once about finding you and bringing you back into my life.”

“We’re meeting again at the perfect time, I think,” she said.

Then she was the one who fulfilled my aching need to touch her again. Her hand came over mine, guiding it down into her bikini. “Are you sure you want—”

“I want what I’ve been fantasizing about since losing you,” she said, her voice low as she slipped off her bikini bottoms. “That night you first made me come. Remember it?” she asked while her head rested further under my neck. “You think you can match that?”

“I can do much more than match that, gorgeous,” I said, taking the strings of her top, untying them, and kissing the back of her neck and over her shoulders. Damn, her moans—I fucking missed her moans more than I knew. “You’re mine, Avery.”

“Prove it,” she said while I covered her hardened nipple with my hand and used my other to gently massage her clit.

I loved every part of this, Avery’s ass pushing against my hard cock while I dipped my fingers into the warm pussy I longed to bury myself inside of again.

“Fuck, Jim, right there,” she said. Avery loved it slow when I massaged this area, putting pressure at a certain point. I knew that once I brought my thumb into play and ran it in circles over her clit, I would have the woman coming in my hand. That was the only thing I wanted.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she groaned, her fingers digging into my legs like they did the first time we’d done this. “God, it’s been too long.”

“I need to see your eyes, gorgeous. I need to see you come.” She turned her head, and those glossy blue eyes were mine again. “Fuck, yes,” I said, caught up in this with her. “Let it go, Av.” My voice was low and breathless as I watched her ride out the orgasm. She dug her nails into my legs, and her lips reached to mine, our tongues and mouths fighting aggressively for the reunion