The Billionaire’s Proxy – Chapter 16

Jon settled onto the bench seat and welcomed the heated water as it lapped over his skin. Every instinct in his body demanded he draw Robyn into his arms, to comfort her, to warm her. She’d scared the living daylights out of him when she’d fallen into the river, and her lethargy as they’d neared the cabin was even more frightening. That fall had made him face facts. He still loved her. Deeply. And he needed to find out if she still felt the same way about him.

“You never asked me to stay.” Her words echoed in his mind. Had the long-standing rivalry between him and his step-brother clouded his reason? Could he have fought for Robyn? The answer to both was an unrelenting “yes.” He’d allowed his family bitterness to stand in the way of reason. He had to separate what he felt for Robyn from the business

But first he had some groveling to do.

“I’m sorry I provoked you before. I didn’t mean to drive you away,” he said.

“I overreacted. It was stupid to rush off like that so unprepared.”

“You took ten years off my life when you fell in the river. How are you feeling?”

“A bit sore,” she answered, tipping her head back again and closing her eyes. “My feet and calves in particular. Next time I go hiking I’ll make sure I train first.”

A small smile tugged at his lips at her attempt at humor.

“Here,” he said, reaching for one of her feet under the water and pulling it to sit on the top of his thigh, “let me massage your feet for you. It’ll hurt at first, but you’ll feel better in the long run.”

Jon began a deep rhythmic stroke along the underside of her foot, massaging up to her ankles and then back down again to the tips of her toes before starting over again.

“God, that feels good.” Robyn groaned a deep-throated sound that hit him straight in the solar plexus and made him instantly hard.

Through the water he could see the dusky pink tips of her nipples straining against the sheer fabric of her flesh-colored bra and he recognized the stain of color that gently spread up her chest and to her throat as the mark of desire. Despite their differences, she still wanted him. Probably about as much as he wanted her. A glimmer of hope glowed to life deep in his chest.

Jon stroked higher up her leg, working into Robyn’s calf muscles. Her foot flexed in his lap, brushing against the evidence of his desire. Her eyes flew open. Instead of shock he could only see the answering echo of his need for her. He pressed his hard flesh against the softness of her instep and saw her pupils dilate even further, her lips part on a breath. He reached for her other foot, still maintaining eye contact, and mirrored the attention he’d paid to the aching muscles of her other leg.

“I meant it when I said I’m sorry,” Jon said softly. “To be honest, the past six months have been hell.”

“For me, too. I’ve missed you.”

Jon stopped massaging her leg and reached forward to pull her into his arms, hope swelling into anticipation when she made no protest. She settled astride his lap—her shielded core only centimeters from his arousal.

He lifted a hand and smoothed her damp hair from her face.

“Show me,” he whispered, “show me how much.”

“Like this?” she breathed softly into his ear before licking at his lobe then trailed a series of tiny bites down the column of his neck.

“Yes,” he groaned as he nuzzled the hollow between her neck and her shoulder, forcing himself to hold back the tide of need that threatened to swamp them both.

She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, sending it sailing through the air to land ignominiously on the deck then slid off him long enough to slip off the scrap of fabric that was her panties. Naked, she shimmied back onto his lap. Jon gripped her hips to position her at the tip of his shaft. His ears filled with the addictive sigh of satisfaction that eased from her throat as he slowly lowered her onto his length. He settled deep inside of her, relishing the sensation of her clamping against him, feeling a sense of rightness in his world that had been missing for six long months.

Robyn sighed as her lower body began to undulate as if she no longer had the strength of will to control herself.

“Oh, Jon, I’ve missed you so very much.”

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