How Not to Be Seduced by Billionaires by Marian Tee Page B

in askance and his lips immediately caught mine. Ah . My Dutch billionaire had gotten the better of me again. I gasped against his lips, but that only made Constantijin chuckle before deepening his kiss. The kiss was hot and wet, a carnal encounter between our mouths that had me silently moaning and wishing we weren’t in such a very public place.
    I could only stare at him by the time he lifted his head, shocked at how my body still ached for his touch even though I could feel the pointed glares of other women around us. I couldn’t blame them. If I were in their shoes, I would have been envious after such our extreme bout of PDA.
    But Constantijin didn’t seem to be aware of how every woman within five meters was stared at him hungrily. He only had eyes for me, and that, too, was effective in eroding my inhibitions by a few more inches. If I didn’t put a stop to this, I could find myself raping him in the end.
    His eyes blazing with need and desire, he said, “Let’s swim, Yanna.”
    Oh, let’s, especially when he said the words like he was saying “let’s fuck” instead.
                Only a few couples were in the water with us, and all of them occupied the shallower end of the pool. Constantijin started to laugh when he saw me clutching the sides of the pool the moment we reached the five-foot mark.
                “Don’t you know how to swim?”
                “I do,” I said haughtily. At his knowing look, I grumbled, “But I don’t know how to float.”
                He laughed harder. “You are too adorable for words, schat .”
                I rolled my eyes. “Adorably pathetic, you mean?”
                He grinned but said nothing. I watched him shake his head a bit, fascinated at how several locks of his hair showered droplets of water on his broad shoulders. It made me want to lick every drop until he was dry and dripping for another reason.
                I closed my eyes . You are such a bad girl, Yanna.
                When I opened my eyes, he was smiling at me, “Yanna, hang on to me so we can go further?”
                Blinking rapidly at what he was suggesting, I stammered, “I…I…”
                “Come on, it will be fun.” And then he was slowly pulling me away from the edges. I thought he meant I should ride piggyback style while he floated for us both, but apparently he had something else in mind – something that had me aroused again in seconds.
                Constantijin took me in his arms, arranging my legs around his waist.
                In my mind, I heard my imaginary version of George chortling. What happens in Vegas – stays in Vegas.
                This time, I totally agreed with him.
                Constantijin gazed at me challengingly, as if waiting for me to protest. When I put my arms around him instead, moving close so that my breasts brushed against his chest, he sucked his breath in shock.
                The look in his eyes was pure heat, and I wrapped my legs around him more tightly. It made me shift against him, and his cock rose against me, demanding entrance past the tiny blue triangle that served as my bikini bottom.
                “You’re so close to being fucked,” he whispered.
                “Am I?” I whispered back, drunk in the heady sensations that his body, his touch – his very presence evoked. My voice actually sounded a bit slurred when I spoke. Oh, yes, I was so drunk – intoxicated with the passion that never failed to erupt between us.
                I wriggled my hips under the water, biting my lip when I got what I wanted, his cock practically pushing against my core.
                His eyes widened, and his warning came out unsteady when he spoke, his fingers digging hard in the softness of my butt. “ Yanna . Stop playing with