Longing For The Beach Billionaire Daddy
Chapter 42

*Shelby*

I may have second-guessed myself at first regarding this decision, but that was all down the drain when I got into the jet. The inside was decorated with black leathers, and there was a room with a hot tub in it.

Yes, a hot tub on a jet! Only two passengers could fit, but that was just right for Michael and I. There was a drink cabinet with listings of the most expensive alcohol I’d ever seen. I gawked at the extravagance, taking everything in.

My heart pounded in my chest as I locked eyes with Michael. “This is beautiful,” I breathed, giving a wonderfully bright smile. I threw my arms around him, much to his surprise I’m sure, and hugged him tightly.

I held him there for a moment, burying my face into his chest before pulling away, my cheeks flushing. “Thank you, Michael. I’m so excited,” I said, energy rushing through my veins.

We got settled, sitting together as the jet took off, conscious of safety. When we were given permission to move about the jet, I explored a little, noting every intricate, fancy detail of the place and letting out a sigh.

I felt Michael’s arms wrap around me, and we stood there for a moment, my back to his chest. My eyes closed as I relaxed in his arms, but I felt a certain surge go through my entire body. Between my legs, I felt a little wet as I recalled the first time we were in bed together.

Putting that aside, for now, I broke from his grasp and turned toward him with a smile. “This is wonderful,” I said, leaning up to give him a k**s. He reciprocated, and we stood there tasting one another for just a moment before returning to looking into one another’s eyes again.

“I am very glad you like it. Shall we indulge in drinks and the hot tub?” he asked hopefully. I nodded, and soon we were relaxing in the suite.

We lost most of our clothes to get into the hot tub, leaving me in only my bra and panties and him in boxers. Neither of us could help but look at each other’s bodies appraisingly.

Soon, we were chatting away about aspirations, dreams, and other such fun topics like that.

He was eager to know details here and there regarding my career path. Genuine interest, too, which was amazing. I knew he meant what he said when he spoke with me at the moving truck back in the city.

A few drinks in, and I was feeling a bit frisky. I licked my lips more frequently upon looking at him, eyeing him up and down. The carved muscles of his chest, the curve of his lips, the tightness of his boxers.

He wanted me, and I wanted him. Would it be appropriate in a jet? Would it matter? There were plenty of couches to make love on. I contemplated this dilemma, then looked up into his eyes to check if he was thinking the same thing.

Definitely.

There was a deep longing in his gaze as we stared one another down, our breaths quickening and a wordless agreement was reached. We slowly stood up and began making our way to one of the couches.

Still wet, he sat and I sprawled across his lap, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, taking him into a deep k**s. During this, his hands explored my body, brushing over the most sensitive of areas and causing me to m**n into his mouth.

I pulled away, panting as I felt his fingers slip lower and play with my pantyline.

His fingers slipped in, and soon I felt him caressing the sensitive flesh between my legs. I squealed aloud as he slipped one finger in, then another, getting me ready for him. I grew wetter and wetter between my legs, causing me to squeeze them together and me to blush much harder.

I cleared my throat, looking up to see Michael smirk and wink. He added another finger, sending jolts of sheer pleasure ripping through my body.

Letting out a gasp, I moved my body in time to his fingers, zaps of pleasure rushing through me as he continued. He pushed me down onto the couch, kissing me deeply and using his other hand to reach behind me and undo my bra.

From there, he had free reign on my breasts, something he took advantage of by squeezing my right one and running his finger over the tip of my n****e. During this, m***s cascaded from my mouth as I jolted beneath his touch, wanting more.

He wasn’t about to deny me that. He slipped my panties off of me and came out of his boxers, and soon we both were bare.

Once he secured a condom and lubricant, he continued to play with me, kissing all over my body until I whined out with wanting.

“More, Michael. Take me, please,” I begged. This pleased him, no doubt, as I saw a smirk play on his lips. He leaned up and nibbled on my earlobe a moment before exhaling slowly.

“I will not deny the gorgeous woman beneath me what she wants,” he purred. He angled properly before sinking in slowly. I cried out upon being penetrated, squirming beneath him as he took me into a deep k**s once more.

His strokes were dazzling, slow at first, but he gradually increased the pace, causing dizzying pleasure to rock over me. My entire world, right then and there was him. The scent of him, the ripple of his muscles, the soft sighs that escaped his lips as he took me.

His strokes were becoming too much in the best way. After a minute, I felt my body rock with an intense wave of pleasure and gave in to my climax. I couldn’t resist while I felt him rub his finger against my clit, after all.

He released as well, letting out a gasp as all of his muscles tensed, showing his immense strength. I wasn’t about to forget just how fit he was, that was for sure.

After a moment, he got off of me, disposing of the condom before laying down beside me again. I was tucked there in his arms on that couch, completely lost in my thoughts of him.

Once again, he blew me away with his moves and just how amazing s*x felt with him. I drifted off to sleep in his arms, comfortable as he ran his fingers through my hair.

A few hours later, we got up and got dressed just in time as the jet landed, and we arrived at the luxury hotel. Michael led me inside.

I looked around at the perfect artistic sculptures decorating the area, the pristine white tiling and walls, and the gourmet foods placed on the table.

My stomach rumbled, causing my cheeks to darken a bit. Michael chuckled, grabbing my chin gently and turning my head toward him. “Hungry?” he asked, no doubt following my eyes. “We can arrange for whatever you’d like, Shelby. But first, I want to show you something.”

A short elevator ride later, we arrived at the room we’d be staying in. My eyes swept over the area; sandy browns, ocean blues, and misty whites greeted my gaze as I took in the place.

It was decorated to look like the beach, expansive with cushy chairs and a thick, cozy blanket on the bed. A door that no doubt led to the luxury bathroom had charming little dolphin decorations on it, causing me to smile as I thought about our time in the cover together.

Michael led me to a huge closet, and when he opened it, I gasped.

Within it was the biggest selection of clothing I’d seen since being on the yacht with him. We may as well be at a clothing store! My eyes swept over various dresses, excitement dripping from my tone as I asked, “What is this for?”

“You,” Michael said in a voice dripping with happiness at my reaction. “Pick out your favorite, then we can have dinner together.”

I felt tears crawl down my cheeks as I turned and gave him a hug, thanking him before hurrying to pick out my absolute favorite. This took me an hour or two, because there were just so many to choose from!

Eventually, I settled on a light blue gown that looked as though it had sea foam at the bottom of it and showed plenty of my cleavage. Putting it on made me feel like a princess.

Michael ran his tongue over his lips as he eyed me up and down. He softly smiled and said, “Shelby, you look absolutely beautiful in that dress. You can keep it.”

“But it’s so expensive…” I muttered, widening my eyes.

“My treat,” Michael said. His smile widened. “You look far too gorgeous in it to ever return it.”

Well, I really wasn’t about to argue further, because the dress did look perfect on me. We went downstairs to have dinner together, which was a dream come true.

Three courses of gourmet food, perfect cuts of meat dripping with the exact right combination of spices and sauces were what graced me. By the time dessert came around, I was full.

My wildest dreams could not ever compare to this. And it kept getting better.

At the end of the meal, Michael looked at me with longing. “Can you stay the night?”

“Of course,” I said quickly, leaving him was too hard. I didn’t want to face that yet.

His smile grew, taking up his entire face and lighting up his eyes. I could see how much he cared for me at that moment, and felt my resolved weaken. I wanted this man more and more and it wasn’t just for s*x. I knew then, I couldn’t deny my feelings for him anymore.

We had another night of making love, swimming in the sheets until giving in to sleep. My dreams were pleasant, of us on the beach, of what I now wished could be the future. Everything was so perfect here. Did I really want to leave?

I lay there on his chest, listening to his breathing as the sun crept in through the window. Michael said he was taking care of Blaine, if he did why couldn’t we be together? I had to trust that he could make this all go away. I didn’t want to give him up.

But my dreams ended in nightmares, because the next morning, everything wonderful shattered like glass. Michael was in the shower when it happened. I walked, a bit wobbly, to the door upon hearing a knock, confused. I wasn’t entirely awake until I saw the meaning of the intrusion.

There was no person there. No, just a picture of Michael and me getting on the jet. And, this time, I could clearly see my face in the shot.