Longing For The Beach Billionaire Daddy
Chapter 47

*Shelby*

I gladly took the glass of champagne from Michael as he guided me up the steps of his private jet, his hand gently resting on the small of my back.

The cabin was decorated in cool tones accented by black leather seats and couches. The shades were halfway drawn on each of the windows, and the lights slightly dimmed, giving a romantic glow to the space.

I stood in the center of the cabin, unsure of where to sit or how to behave on a private flight.

“Make yourself comfortable, and I will let the pilot know that we are ready to take off,” Micheal said.

Before walking away, he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for another slow k**s. The smell of his sandalwood cologne enveloped me, and I instantly felt at ease.

I took a seat on one of the couches, embellished with a caramel-colored fur blanket over the armrest. I took a sip of the champagne, and Michael returned, taking the seat next to me.

“We are about ready to go. We will be in the air in just a few minutes.”

I smiled as I looked into his deep green eyes. I loved the way they softened every time he caught me staring at him.

“I still can’t believe you are here. I was fully prepared to spend the entire flight distracting myself with true crime podcasts,” I said with a small laugh. I wasn’t scared of flying, but I also didn’t like to leave my mind unoccupied to imagine the worst happening.

“Well, I hope you’re not too disappointed,” Michael said teasingly.

“This is so much better,” I said and slipped my hand into his.

“If you need to be distracted, I do have a few suggestions,” he said with a wink.

The jet started moving slowly as it pulled away from the private hangar. I squeezed his hand slightly as I felt us up speed. I was grateful for the distraction of Michael’s flirting. I had a suspicion that he was doing it on purpose for my benefit.

“I have heard of some kind of special club that some people get to join while flying,” I said, matching Micheal’s flirtatious energy.

The jet leveled out after taking off and I took the opportunity to set down my glass of champagne. Micheal did the same and reached out to pull me to him.

“This jet has a small bedroom in the back, but I honestly don’t know if I can wait.”

Michael’s lips met mine with an urgency that sent heat coursing through every part of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself against him, as close as I could. Our mingled breath came in gasps as we melted into the moment.

Finally, we had no well-meaning, but nosey roommate or pushy business partner to ruin the moment.

Michael’s strong arms shifted until he was supporting my weight. He carried me to the back of the jet, where he’d mentioned there was a bedroom waiting for us. He used his back to push open the door; I was too busy to take in the room around us.

Micheal tossed me on the bed and crawled over the top of me.

“I have missed you, missed this,” he purred, claiming my lips as his own again.

I felt his hand slide under my thick sweater and slide it over the top of my head. The fast change of temperature only made me want Michael closer. His k****s traveled from my ear and down my neck, tantalizingly slow.

He kissed along the lining of my bra, a small gasp escaped my lips, and I writhed beneath him as I longed for him to take my hardened peak between his lips.

I reached for his belt and busied myself undoing it. My shaky fingers fumbled with the clasp, excited and nervous to be with him again. Michael chuckled softly at me, but eventually, it gave way, allowing me to access his top button and zipper.

I wanted to rip the fabric from his body and feel his soft lips on my breasts.

I was impatient to feel his body against mine again, but Michael insisted on slowing everything down; he always liked to take his time, as though he was savoring every moment. The slowness of his k****s only made my body physically ache with desire for him.

I pulled at the buttons of his shirt and pulled him closer to me with the open ends of his collar.

He unclipped the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the bed. His soft k****s trailed every part of my chest as he made his way down to my belly button.

My arousal burned inside of me even as the cold temperature of the cabin nipped at my naked body. Michael pulled me closer to him.

“Are you cold?” he whispered against my neck, his breath fanning out and warming my flesh.

“A little,” I m****d softly.

“Well, just imagine us lying on the hot sand of a private beach instead, which is exactly where I plan to spend my entire week with you.”

Shivers continued to move down my naked body in response to him. I did my best to give him a verbal response, but my ability to speak evaporated when his lips met my bare skin. He paused only long enough to slip on a condom.

“Are you ready to join the mile-high club?” Michael asked as he slowly kissed below my belly button.

“Yes,” I panted as I lifted my h**s to meet his k****s.

Michael grinned before pushing his tongue against my cl*t suddenly. I took in a quick breath and m****d with satisfaction as he moved his tongue rhythmically.

Using his fingers he teased around my entrance, coaxing more and more wetness with every stroke. I ran my hands through his hair gripping it tightly in my hands as I writhed with pleasure.

“Michael, I’m about to..”

Before I could finish that sentence, an o****m wracked my body, and I m****d loudly as my legs began to shake.

He sat up and smiled at me then kissed his way up my body. I felt his readiness between my legs and moved my h**s toward it with eagerness.

He kissed me then, with gentleness and passion mixing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled away, looking into his eyes.

Reaching down with one hand, I stroked his e******n slowly, feeling the condom already in place. He was always prepared.

His eyes fluttered closed as he released a sound of pure enjoyment.

I pulled my hand back and ran it up his back. “Please, Michael. I want you inside me now.”

He needed no further urging as he slowly pushed himself inside me. I arched my h**s to meet him and dug my nails into his back.

He moved in and out, slowly despite my attempts to speed him up with my h**s. He grinned down at me and thrust into me with force, a m**n escaping my lips as he did.

Without warning, his pace and ferocity increased, and I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. My body shook with another o****m as my voice rang out in pleasure.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear as he continued, “I’m going for at least three, so I hope you’re ready.”

He bit my ear gently, not changing his pace at all.

“Oh God,” I said loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into me.

I called out again, as another o****m flooded my senses, and then another right after that.

I heard him let out a satisfied m**n before I felt him finally shudder and c*m. He collapsed onto me, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissing his neck and cheeks until finally I found his lips.

Breaking the k**s he rolled over, pulling me on top of him.

I watched Michael’s chest rise and fall as he caught his breath. I pulled the sheet up around my bare breasts and rested my head on his chest.

“You are really good at that,” I say with an exaggerated sigh.

“I’m glad you think that,” Michael responded as he ran his fingers gently through my hair.

“Do we have enough time to join the mile-high club again?” I asked, trailing my fingers lower down his torso.

“You have no idea how badly I would like to say yes, but I think our dinner is probably waiting for us in the dining room.”

“Dining room? How big is this jet?” I asked.

After getting dressed, we made our way toward the cockpit, where there really was a dining room with a round table just big enough for two. The windows were fully open to show off the beauty of the soft pinks and purples of the setting sun.

“This is amazing,” I said, taking the seat Michael pulled out for me. A waiter poured me a generous glass of wine.

“I wanted everything to be perfect for you. You deserve it after working so hard this semester. I don’t want you to worry about a thing this entire week,” Micheal said, taking the seat across from me.

“Thank you, Michael; I can’t tell you how much I need this. How much I need time for just me and you.”

The waiter returned with plates of dainty-looking appetizers.

“Speaking of this past semester, have you found out your final grades yet? I know you have been anxious to find out the scores on all your finals.” Michael took a bite while he stared intently at me.

“I actually found out just before the car arrived. I passed everything…. Actually, I more than passed. I got top marks in every class. I’m still surprised by it, to be honest.”

Michael smiled, “Well, I’m not. With how hard you studied, it is no surprise at all. Even more, reason to celebrate this week.”

He reached across the table and grabbed my hand. With a small squeeze, he said, “I am so proud of you, Shelby.”

I smiled and squeezed his hand back.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

We continued eating as Michael told me about a few of the business deals he was currently working on. The waiter followed the appetizers with perfectly cooked pork chops in a crystalized orange sauce.

“I really hope this deal works out, but honestly, I have a bad feeling about the CEO of their company. I am having Bruce look into him before I sign anything,” Michael explained.

“That sounds like a good idea. Speaking of Bruce, has your security team had any luck recovering any of the pictures of us in the cove?” I asked as I pushed the last bit of my meal around my plate with my fork.

“Shelby, I have told you it is being handled. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know. I just haven’t heard anything about Blaine’s trial or the pictures since the police caught him.”

“I am handling everything. Like I said before, this week is for me to pamper you and for you to relax. I don’t want you worrying about anything, especially anything about my deranged half-brother,” Michael said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

I nodded and tried to swallow my worry but the pictures of us swimming naked in that cove were still out there. Sure Blaine was behind bars now, but he wouldn’t be forever, and who else had access to those pictures?

I planned on telling Michael about a huge opportunity for an internship at the renowned Brunnings and Hawthorn Law firm. They only accepted one freshman intern each year, and if those pictures leaked, I knew I could k**s my opportunity goodbye.

The waiter returned with dessert, four chocolate-covered strawberries, for Michael and me to share. I took a bite, and the chocolate melted instantly as it hit my tongue. I closed my eyes and took the moment to enjoy the sweetness.

Michael was right. I did deserve this time to relax and enjoy myself and enjoy time with my sexy boyfriend. I fully intended to do just that.

“I am sorry to interrupt your meal, but we are preparing to land. If I may ask you to return to your seats in the main cabin,” the waiter said as he collected the remaining dishes.

“Of course. Thank you again, Derek,” Michael said to the waiter, and then turned to me and offered me his arm.

“Are you ready?” he asked me.

I took his arm and gave his bicep a small squeeze.

“Yes, I am.”