TheBillionairesPilot by Suzanne Graham Page A

opportunity
of her slightly parted lips to swipe his tongue between them. She tasted of
coconut and pineapple juice, sweet and tangy.
    Her initial surprise was replaced with
eagerness as her hands went into his hair, tugging him closer until he was
practically lying on top of her on the chaise. With his free hand, he skimmed
lightly over her waist down to the curve of her hip. Her skin was hot from the
sun and slick from the lotion.
    He groaned into her open mouth. He didn’t
know how he was going to wait until tonight to get her hot and naked underneath
him. She was so close to being there already.
    “Well, ma chérie, I don’t think the
lovebirds have lunch on their minds.” Esmé’s voice pierced Evan’s lust-clouded
consciousness.
    He reluctantly pulled his lips away from
Cassie’s. Turning his head, he addressed his hosts with mock solemnity, “I
apologize for our unseemly behavior. My fiancée was very enthusiastic about my
return.”
    Out of sight of Esmé and Xavier, Cassie
knuckle-punched Evan in the stomach. He ground his teeth against the yelp that
nearly shot from his mouth, and pressed his body harder against her to pin her
arm down.
    With a forced smile to cover the ache in
his side, he said, “We’d be delighted to join you for lunch.”
    And later tonight, he would find a way to
make Cassie pay for her little rebellion. His grin turned genuine as he thought
of a dozen naughty ways to pleasure her once she submitted to him.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Impatiently,
Evan knocked on the bathroom door of their suite. “Cassie? Are you ready?” He
pulled at the cuff of his dinner jacket to check his watch.
    “A few more minutes,” she called out.
    She’d been locked in there for nearly an
hour. What could be taking her so long? One of the things he liked about her
was that she seemed low maintenance. He’d certainly dated plenty of women who
needed an hour or more in the bathroom to prep for an evening out, but Cassie
hadn’t seemed like that type. So, what was she doing?
    As he paced the bedroom, his mind played
around with the images of all the things they could have been doing this past
hour before they were due downstairs for the big celebratory dinner with the
executives of Estrella. Though, sixty minutes wasn’t nearly enough time for him
to thoroughly explore all her erogenous zones, it would have at least given him
time to explore whether or not she had any submissive bones in her tight little
body.
    He loved the way she ignited with his
kisses, and he knew when they finally had sex, it was going to be explosive.
But since the kiss at the pool, he hadn’t had a chance to get close to her
again. Tonight, he had plans to rectify that. As soon as they finished the
requisite dining and schmoozing, he was bringing Cassie back to their suite for
an all-nighter.
    On his next lap around the suite, he
stopped at the bathroom door and knocked again. “I’m giving you three minutes
before I come in and drag you out,” he warned. They only had five minutes left,
and he refused to be late.
    With twenty seconds to spare, Cassie
unlocked the bathroom door.
    He looked up from his watch, and his jaw
dropped. He wiped a hand over his chin, sure that he must have drooled on
himself, while he stared at the stunning woman before him.
    The androgynous pilot turned sexy
girl-next-door had transformed this time into a sophisticated siren. Her brown
hair was swept up at the back of her head in a loose set of curls, but several
strands hung free, framing her face. Her red lips looked plump, and he already
knew how kissable they were. The shade of her lipstick perfectly matched her
scarlet dress, which displayed an impressive cleavage, considering he’d once
thought she was too flat to look good in an evening gown. The material hugged
her figure before flaring out at the skirt, ending at her ankles. Sliver
strappy heels raised her height by several inches, which