World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

I didn't hesitate—I dove right in, the water cool but not cold, shocking the skin with perfect ocean temperature. As I surfaced, I found Charlotte floating just out of reach, treading water with practiced ease, water beading along her collarbones and tracing the curves of her body.

Valentina appeared beside me, droplets running down her neck and chest, her red bikini clinging even more closely now that it's wet. The salt water seemed to have erased the last barriers, her skin gleaming.

"Didn't know you had such a good dive," she said, deliberately moving closer, her hip bumping against mine under the water. The underwater pressure seemed to tighten the fabric of her bikini, and I caught a glimpse of the curve of her breast as she moved.

Charlotte swam closer, her hand brushing my thigh in passing. "He's got a lot of hidden talents," she murmured, with a glance at Valentina. Her eyes were sparkling, half-teasing, half-challenging.

Valentina laughed, tilting her head back to wet her hair. The movement made her breasts push forward slightly, the gold accents catching the sunlight. "I'm sure he does," she said, not looking at Charlotte. There was a playful lilt in her voice.

I caught Charlotte by the hand. My fingers closed around her wrist. She gasped as I yanked her closer, water rippling between us. Her body pressed against mine, slick with saltwater and sunlight. Her thighs grazed my hips underwater, her stomach pressing against mine. I could feel her breathing quicken, her pulse jumping under my fingertips.

Valentina didn't move away. Instead, she drifted closer, her bare arm brushing against mine. "Aren't you two getting a bit too brazen?" she quipped. Her eyes darted between the two of us, amusement dancing in their depths.

I felt the heat of two sets of eyes on me, their attention focused intently.

A droplet of water hangs between Valentina's collarbone and neck, glistening in the sunlight as she angled her head.

"Race back to the yacht," Valentina suggested, her words husky. She kicked off the sandbar, her body cutting through the water with practiced ease. I could see her muscles flex as she stroked, the red of her bikini a bright flash in the clear water.

Charlotte's gaze flicked between us, a smile playing on her lips. She leaned in, her hand reaching up to gently cup my face. Her fingers brushed against my cheek, then slid into my hair, pulling me closer for a kiss. The kiss was soft at first, just a brush of lips, a shared breath in the warm water. But then it deepened, her tongue exploring, and my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air. Charlotte's eyes are heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed. "Come on," she whispers, her voice husky. "Let's catch up."

We followed Valentina. Charlotte and I swaw side-by-side, our hands occasionally brushing. Charlotte's fingers tightened on my wrist, a soft chuckle escaping as she followed Valentina. A shared smile passed between them.

As we got closer to the yacht, we started playing games. I swaw in front of Charlotte, daring her to catch up. She giggled, her competitive spirit ignited. I could feel her arms wrap around my waist, her legs tangled with mine.

Charlotte pulled me under, her wet hair falling over my face. I tried to escape, laughing, and she follows, our playful chase ending in a shared kiss, our bodies intertwined beneath the surface.

We surface, breathless and laughing, and swim towards the yacht,

As we neared the ladder, Valentina climbed up first, water cascading down her curves as she paused to look back at me. Her face showed amusement.

I helped Charlotte up and then together with everyone we sat around on the yacht and talked until it was late, only finishing to go for a last swim as the lights dimmed.

The night deepened around the yacht as the last embers of conversation flicker into quiet smiles and lazy gestures. Sam and Mia have already retired to their cabin.

Lucy and Jacob shared the couch near the starboard side, his arm draped casually over her shoulder as she laughs at something on her phone.

Britney leaned against the railing with a glass of wine, watching the distant lights of other boats.

Charlotte moved toward me from the bar, her dress clinging to her damp skin, the fabric almost translucent where it was wet. Her bare feet made no sound as she set her glass on the low table.

Valentina was already there, sprawled on the lounge, one arm draped languidly along the backrest. Her tank top offered little in the way of modesty, the damp fabric molding to her form. Her eyes locked onto mine as Charlotte settled beside me, a silent question passing between us.

Charlotte's thighs pressed against mine. The fabric of her dress was soft, almost slippery, and the faint heat of her skin bled into me.

She reached out, her fingers tracing a path along my arm, a slow, deliberate touch. The squeeze was gentle, yet possessive. She leaned back, the ice in her glass tinkling softly as she took a slow sip, her gaze never wavering.

"You two look like you could use some… entertainment," she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur.

Charlotte tilted her head, her damp hair brushing my arm, her eyes meeting mine. "We're always up for a little trouble, aren't we?" Her hand rested on my thigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

Valentina laughed, the sound a low, throaty rumble. "Trouble? Nah, this is somethin' way more… interesting."

Charlotte's hand tightened on my thigh, her fingers now exploring, a slow, deliberate touch that promised pure pleasure. "Oh? And what's on the menu?"

Valentina's eyes darkened, her gaze unwavering, her every move oozing confidence and allure. She rose with a slow, deliberate grace, her bare feet silent on the deck. Pausing, she turned, her expression a perfect mix of challenge and invitation, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"I reckon," she whispered, her voice a silken caress, "we need somewhere a little… more private. Somewhere we can really cut loose and see what's what." Her eyes met mine, a promise of pure, unadulterated fun shimmering within them.

Her gaze moved from my eyes, down my body, then back to my eyes again, a slow, deliberate survey.

Then, she licked her lips, like she was tasting something good.

Charlotte and I looked at each other, and we both knew what was up. No need for talking. She stood up, her body all curvy and tan. Her wet swimsuit showed off her butt, which was round and perfect. Her fingers started tracing up my thigh, real slow, like she was drawing on me. It felt amazing.

Her hand stayed there for a sec, then she turned, her body brushing against mine, just a little bit. Her eyes stayed on me the whole time, leading the way.

As Charlotte moved, Valentina put her hand on the bottom of her shirt. She kept looking at me, smiling like she had a secret. Her body was like a statue, all golden and strong. Her hips were thin, but her butt was sculptured. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted the hem, the fabric rising to reveal the shadowed curve of her breasts, and the dark, inviting peaks of her nipples.

"Top deck," she said, her voice low and husky. "Plenty of room to, you know… explore." She winked.

I followed her and Charlotte.

As we started to walk, I glanced to the left and saw Britney.

I completely forgot we weren't alone yet!