Semua Bab The Billionaire Heiress's Lover (The Van Dyke Sisters 3): Bab 1 - Bab 10

Caitlin Van Dyke had reserved a room at the Ritz-Carlton. Tonight, was the night she was finally going to sleep with her boyfriend. In a way, it was silly to call someone so much older than her her boyfriend, but in essence that’s who he was. They had been dating for six months. Caitlin had thought he was being a gentleman. They had only kissed and he had never tried to push it any further than that. Caitlin thought he was waiting on her to give a signal. Nothing could be more of a signal than wearing a sexy piece of red lingerie on Christmas Day night. Because of family holiday obligations, they couldn’t have any time alone together until this evening. Her bedroom-wear had straps that tied behind her neck, smashing her bosom together in the front. She was showing quite a bit of cleavage. The satin ensemble was a one piece. It fitted almost like a bathing suit. Caitlin had called Hector to let him know she had a surprise for him and to meet her at the hotel. Th

Two weeks later . . .Caitlin had just arrived in Key West, Florida. She rented a red Mustang convertible and drove to Emery Realtors. It wasn’t often she got to drive. Most of the time she would take one of the limos in the family fleet when she just wanted to go around New York. Parking was hell in the city and that’s why she mostly had someone drive for her.Caitlin had bought her new property over the internet. Meaning she had never been there in person. She just needed a change – a project. Something that would work her mind and give her some perspective on what she wanted for her life; to try something new and on her own. She had never lived or stayed anywhere alone before. Buying the property sight unseen was something her sister, Chelsea, would do – an impulsive move. Caitlin couldn’t wait to see how it worked out for her.When the realtor who sold her the property took her there and began showing her around, her spontaneous purchase didn’t seem like a very good idea.Note for

Two days later . . . A.J. proved to be more efficient than Caitlin had ever expected. Yesterday, he came over to the house at nine sharp as promised. He had looked at what needed to be done and gave Caitlin a reasonable quote for things outside his hourly rate. Once they had finished their discussion, A.J. began clearing out the debris in the house. Today, Caitlin met him at nine a.m. again to let him in the house. This time she had left him there to get to work. When she came back at lunchtime to check on him, a man she had never met before was getting into a white truck, leaving the house. He looked to be some sort of labor man. Caitlin walked into the house to see A.J. pulling up the tacky and stained kitchen linoleum. “Hi,” he greeted. “Hi. Who was that leaving?” “That was the electrician we had talked about. He was able to squeeze you in. He had great news, too. Everything seems to be up to code c

The next evening . . .Caitlin couldn’t believe she was back at the watering hole, Hokies. But the poker tournament her neighbors had told her about two days prior had intrigued her. This trip was for the purpose of finding herself and trying new things. So, why not try to play poker with people who weren’t her father or Hector?Carlton Van Dyke had taught Caitlin how to play poker when she was sixteen. A few months later, her mother had found out about it. Victoria Van Dyke had chastised her husband for teaching such a game to a growing young lady, but it was too late by then. Caitlin knew how to play, and according to her father, she was pretty good. But she desperately wanted to see how she measured up to others. So, she entered the poker tournament at Hokies.The tournament started at seven in the backroom of the bar. It was a pretty large space. Round tables that seated five were spread out around the room. There was an attendant at the door who took everyone’s entry fee, a hundr

Caitlin leaned into the kiss, letting him have his way. Her mind was screaming for her to stop him – to remind him that she was taken. But her body was screaming for something else – real physical contact. How could she resist a man whose body was almost sculpted like a Greek god’s? There were times she was struggling during lunch to not look at his bare chest. They wrapped their arms around each other. Nothing could be heard but the waves and their breathing. A.J. pushed her back onto the bed without breaking the kiss. Caitlin parted her lips. His tongue slid in slowly, taking his time. She moaned as his tongue slowly moved around in her warmth. His hand rested on her shoulder. It glided down to the front of her chest. Caitlin could feel him unbuttoning her sundress. And then his hand cupped her large breast over her white bra. A.J. squeezed, sending a spark of pleasure through her chest. Yes! Yes! Yes! It felt so good to have someone –