The Auction House Deal: Bought by A Billionaire

Chapter 122: Second Honeymoon II: Hannah

It had been a blissful night. After our nap next to the sea, we went on a long walk at sunset down the coast. By the time we got back to the bungalow, we sat around and watched the stars for a while before making our way back into town for dinner. When we got back to the room, we completely crashed after a long day.

I woke the next morning with kisses trailing down my back. I peered up from my pillow to see him looming over. "Let’s go get some breakfast," he whispered.

"Sounds good to me," I smiled sleepily. Standing from the bed, I dressed myself in a swimsuit and a sundress to cover it. We hadn’t had the chance to get in the water the night before, and I had every intention of doing so that day.

Once we were dressed, Roman and I made the familiar walk to the cafes in town. There was a little coffee shop that we chose, and we enjoyed iced coffees while we ate savory croissants and fresh guava. As always, the food was perfection. That time, however, I wasted no time in leaving the restaurant, ready for us to get down to the beach and enjoy ourselves.

"You’re cute when you’re excited," Roman commented as we walked to the beach access.

"Who wouldn’t be excited about going to a beach in the Bahamas?" I snorted.

The day was absolutely perfect. It was comfortably warm, with a gentle breeze to take the edge off. It also wasn’t hot enough to make the sand unbearable. The resort supplied chairs and umbrellas, so we disrobed down to our swimsuits at one of the sets before hurrying into the ocean. By that time of morning, the water was already getting warm.

Without so much as a second thought, I hurried forward and dove into the water before bobbing back out. I slicked my hair back and looked around to see if Roman was following. Of course he was. As he neared, I threw myself around him before teetering backwards on purpose to pull him down into the water.

When we came back up, I was all smiles, and he was glaring playfully. "Are you trying to drown me?" he questioned.

"No, no. I would never," I grinned, batting my lashes at him.

He growled and lifted me up and wrapped my legs about his torso. "You better be thankful you’re cute."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Not like you would do anything anyways," I grinned.

"Need I remind you, young lady, that I’ve gone up against some the biggest and baddest guys in the country," he huffed.

"Young lady?" I repeated with stifled laughter. "How old are you? Fifty?"

"That’s it," he huffed. Then, in the next moment, he slung me deeper into the water. My head bobbed underneath the surface, but I had the reflexes to close my eyes and pinch my nose in time. When I swam to the surface and lurked near him, he met my gaze with a challenging glare.

That was when I spewed the water from my mouth at him and managed to splash him.

That was the beginning of a laughter-filled battle. We ran about the water, swam, splashed, and tackled one another for what could have been minutes or hours. It was the most fun I think I had ever had in my entire life.

It felt like what childhood should have been. Light, fun, breezy, carefree, and blissful. Only, it was definitely a battle between two adults. The sexual tension was gradually building between us as time went on.

Soon, the tackles were resulting in groping, kisses that lingered a little too long, and seductive looks. Was it even possible for us to keep our hands off one another any time we were alone? It was beginning to feel like it wasn’t.

When he tackled me for a final time and we got caught in a small undercurrent, by the time we reached shore, our lips were locked together. He laid over top of me, his hands groping my chest liberally; I had a leg hooked around his. Our breathing was hitching and little moans passed our lips between each kiss. I could feel his erection pressing into my inner thigh.

"We should probably get back," he muttered.

"Why’s that?" I asked, kissing him again, and again.

His hands clutched my hair, daring himself to grind his hips into mine. "I don’t want to get kicked off the island for indecent exposure," he whispered in my ear.

And just like that, like the newlyweds we were pretending to me, we hurried back to the bungalow while playing grab-ass the entire way. We weren’t even a foot inside the door before he was scooping me up and tossing me onto the bed. Roman kissed the length of my neck, biting each time before he moved along. I was so captured by the slight foreplay that I hadn’t noticed that he had managed to tie my hands together with my bikini top after he removed it.

"Oh, now you’re the one not being fair," I said, referencing what he had said the last time we had fooled around.

"Payback is a bitch," he chuckled huskily.

A shiver ran through my body. I couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed; I was just turned on. Roman kissed down my body as he massaged my breasts. When he reached my hips with his kisses, he moved his hands to take off my bottoms. Then, he moved right back to my chest. He carefully twisted my nipples as he sucked on my flesh, leaving hickeys all along my pale skin. After a couple of minutes, it became clear that he was trying to get me to beg for attention.

I wasn’t going to give in so easily.

He began palming my sex, but didn’t touch me in the usual ways. It was driving me crazy. Instead of begging, I began breathing in his ear and nibbling on his ear lobe. I could hear his breathing hitch, and his movements grew a little rougher. I wiggled to rub my body against his, doing anything I could to tease him back. My thigh rubbed against his erection and he shuddered.

It was so hot, and the little sensations he was providing rippled through my body, I was edging on climax just from the teasing. None of it was enough to push me over the edge, though. When a whimpering moan escaped my lips, Roman seemed to lose patience with himself and finally pulled my legs apart and pushed into me. After just a couple of pumps, he flipped me over onto my stomach. He bent me in such a way that when he thrusted into me, I could feel he was as deep as he could go. The only thing I could do to keep from screaming out in ecstasy was to bite down on the comforter. My hips instinctively pushed back and squirmed against him, begging for his attention.

I was expecting him to take me roughly and quickly, and honestly, my sex was quivering for it. However, he thrusted into me slowly, deeply, methodically. He swiveled his hips each time he hit his hilt. I was getting lightheaded from the pleasure, from the constant edge of climax, but I didn’t want it to end. It was so kinky, yet so loving. I loved the feeling of his hand on the small of my back, the sound of his soft and breathy groans.

"I love you," he moaned. "I love you so much, Hannah."

"I love you too," I panted. It was then he began pounding into me, and I breathlessly chanted my words to him. He moved one hand between my legs and rubbed my clit frantically.

We climaxed together, and it took a while of laying there for us to recover. Much to my surprise, he sprang right up after he caught his breath. "Get dressed. We have dinner reservations." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

I flipped over and stared at him in astonishment. "You are just a man full of surprises, aren’t you?" I asked, still trying to recover.

He winked at me as he pulled a linen shirt on. "Get used to it, babe."

I hurried over to the bathroom and rinsed off before putting on a little royal blue cocktail dress with matching heels. When I walked out of the bathroom, Roman looked to me with a fondness that reached his eyes and his lips.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As I’ll ever be," I chuckled.

We made our way down the boardwalk, but to my surprise, we didn’t go toward town. Instead, we headed back down the beach, which prompted me to carry my heels in hand. I didn’t bother to ask where we were going, knowing that he wouldn’t be so quick to tell me. Eventually, our destination came into view.

It was a luxury boat, docked near the shore. I grinned at him, "What ever did I do to deserve you?"