The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 126

Chapter 63: Exposed and Desired-2

But then she nodded. Once.

And followed.

Her heart was pounding, her pulse fluttering beneath her skin-like a bird trapped, desperate to break free. Every step toward the dock felt heavier, charged. Like “slow and gentle” hadn’t just been a promise.

It had been a warning.

Damien guided her toward the dock where three jet skis waited, engines rumbling softly against the gentle tide.

Harper didn’t hesitate. With a practiced flick, she slipped off her button-down and shimmied out of her shorts, revealing the full curve-hugging glory of that bikini. She looked effortlessly confident, sun-kissed, and ready for her magazine cover moment. Then she tossed on a life jacket and tied her hair tighter like a woman on a mission.

Ashcroft strolled up beside her, all lazy charm and ease, then shrugged off his short-sleeved

floral shirt in one smooth motion-like he’d done it a thousand times in front of an audience.

Holy hell.

Even Maya’s mouth parted slightly.

His torso was a work of art-defined pecs, a six-pack that glistened under the sun, and a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm, intricate and dark, curling from his shoulder down to his wrist. His skin gleamed bronze and taut, muscles flexing with every breath like he’d just stepped out of a photoshoot.

Harper let out a dramatic gasp. “Holy hell! Sexy Billionaire just entered the group!” She gave him a playful once-over. “If you weren’t the boss’s best friend-and practically my future honorary cousin-I’d be drooling right now.”

Ashcroft flashed a shameless grin. “Three workouts a week, sweetheart. Gotta maintain the

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merchandise.” He tossed her a wink. “So go ahead, Ms. Lin-drool all you want. I live to serve.

Harper fanned herself, then burst out laughing.

Then Damien moved.

He said nothing-just unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.

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And the air shifted.

Maya’s breath caught.

Damien didn’t just look good-he looked unreal.

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His chest was broad and solid, his muscles cut so clean and precise it was like someone had sculpted him. His abs weren’t just defined-they were an eight-pack, ridged and hard, glistening with a faint sheen of sweat and salt.

The V-line. God.

It disappeared into his low-slung swim shorts and Maya had to snap her gaze upward before her thoughts got completely hijacked.

No tattoos. No distractions.

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Then she turned to Maya and wiggled her brows. “Speaking of bombs-your turn, babe. Come on, undress. Equal opportunity thirst trap.”

Maya blinked. “Wait-what?”

Harper gestured to Maya’s loose white shirt and shorts. “Off. Now. That red bikini isn’t gonna show itself.”

Maya blinked, cheeks burning hotter as Harper’s words pulled her back to reality. Her fingers hesitated again at the hem of the shirt, a flutter of nerves rising in her chest. Her heart was already pounding-but not from nerves about the water. It was the heat of his eyes on her. She didn’t even have to look to know Damien was watching. And it wasn’t casual.

It was quiet hunger.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly peeled off her shirt, then slid her shorts down her legs. The sun hit her skin and so did the silence-thick, charged.

Maya’s skin glowed porcelain-smooth against the fiery red fabric that hugged every curve of her body. The bikini top framed her delicate collarbones and the gentle swell of her breasts, while the high-cut bottoms accentuated the graceful line of her hips and the slender length of her legs.

The color seemed to ignite a subtle radiance from within her, making her look almost ethereal-like a flame wrapped in silk. Every inch of her was both vulnerable and fiercely beautiful, a perfect blend of softness and strength that left no doubt she was ready to step fully into the spotlight.

Harper gave a quiet “mmhmm!” of approval and tossed her a life jacket. “You’re welcome, Boss!”

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