Possessive Australian: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 62) Read online

  POSSESSIVE AUSTRALIAN

  AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

  _______________________

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 62

  FLORA FERRARI

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series

  Possessive Australian

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Series

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2018 by Flora Ferrari.

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  POSSESSIVE AUSTRALIAN

  My dad’s best friend is a possessive Australian.

  I had no clue this older man was so possessive, but then again this younger woman was clueless he’d even be in the neighborhood when I took a quick vacation to Bali after my first year at my first job after college.

  And it’s the first time I’ve seen him in three years, and giving him my very own first time on the beautiful beaches of Bali would make this possessive alpha male, and my first crush, mine forever.

  But if my dad drops in unexpectedly will my possessive Australian stand strong side by side with his best friend’s daughter, or ride a wave right out of my life waving goodbye forever?

  *Possessive Australian is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

  CHAPTER 1

  Charlotte

  Oh my god it’s him.

  I quickly duck back behind the trees that stand about thirty yards from the water’s edge at the sandy paradise that is Echo Beach in Canggu, Bali.

  My heart is racing as I squat down, carefully and quietly placing my oversized surfboard on the sand while I take in the sight of him.

  His palm is horizontal, level with his eyebrows as he blocks the sun’s nearly blinding reflections off the water as he surveys the surf conditions.

  But as blinding as those reflections may be I can still see clear as day, because I’m not looking at the water.

  I’m looking at him.

  And that incredible body of his.

  His back has the perfect arch, probably from years and years of paddling in the prone position on that very surfboard. And his back muscles are thick and strong as are his trapezius muscles. Surfers are often thin with wiry muscles and blonde haired but not him. He’s got dark brown hair and muscles that make him look more like a built swimmer that you see every four years when the Olympics roll around on television.

  As my eyes continue down his body I notice something that has my eyes open even wider.

  He’s got a green towel wrapped around his waist, or should I say barely wrapped, because it looks like the loosest knot in the world that the slightest gust of wind, or the smallest tug from my hand, could bring it down in a second.

  And next to him on the sand lies his surfboard and a pair of trunks on top.

  He drops his hand from his face and extends his arm across his body stretching in one direction and then the next.

  How in the world is he so flexible with muscles like that?

  Oh how I’d like him to twist and turn me in some of those pretzel positions he’s so effortlessly and fluidly putting his body into.

  His chest muscles are thick and strong.

  And don’t even get me started on his back and abs.

  It seems like one or more of the guys I work with mentions “picking up a twelve pack” every other night. Well, boys this is the kind of twelve pack that I want to pick up! Or should I say pick me up. I can only imagine running my hands all over those grooves in his stomach as I take turns counting each and every muscle all the way down to his…oh my.

  And oh my what is he doing here?

  I was told he only uses this house once a year for a quick getaway. Apparently that’s how it works when you have houses all over Bali and Australia when you’re making literally billions in natural resources.

  But he himself is a natural treasure. I’d heard
Aussie guys are big, strong, rugged, and masculine but Oliver takes the proverbial cake, but judging by his fitness levels never eats it.

  I suck in quickly realizing I was literally drooling at the sight of him. I’ve been stuck in front of a computer for way, way too long. That’s what explains my super pale skin, slouchy posture, and lack of any male attention in my life this last year…my first year at my first job out of college.

  And after one year I finally qualified for a week of vacation. A full seven days.

  And when my dad’s best friend and business partner told me a full year ago when I started that I was welcome to use his house here I knew the time was right to take him up on it.

  He even told my dad where the key is hidden, who to contact in case of an emergency, and all the other information I might need.

  They’re close like that. My dad went to Sydney as an exchange student when he was in elementary school. Oliver’s family hosted him for an entire school year. I bet both their family and my father’s parents were just expecting two young boys to learn a bit about each other’s culture and get into a bit of mischief, but it turned out to be the beginning of what would become a lifelong friendship made in heaven.

  They did talk about their cultures, but when they were playing outside searching for and identifying the many exotic wild animals that Australia is home to and also spending a lot of time in the water together surfing, they started tossing business ideas around. They wanted better surfboards and the good ones are not cheap. There were a lot of, “imagine if we were older how much money we’d have,” lines tossed around and they stayed in touch for years even after my dad headed back home.

  Every year or two for the first few years after they took trips to the other’s country to stay for a vacation. And in-between those trips they talked on the phone, and this was back when you actually had to pay a pretty penny for long distance calls so they didn’t mince words when they spoke. They were always businesslike with each other, and it was their love of business that bonded them. They took turns sharing lessons learned from their earliest ventures in lemonade stands, paper routes, mowing lawns, or other small business attempts young guys find themselves pursuing.

  They shared everything...secrets, desires, and plans to team up later in life and partner together as international businessmen.

  And my dad reminded me of all of this before my flight and he gave me instructions on how to get in touch with his best buddy if I needed anything while I was staying at his place.

  But he seemingly left out the part about how much I’d need him the moment I laid eyes on him for the first time in years.

  I watch intently as he looks down at his board and his hands move toward his waist.

  “Oh no he isn’t,” I say softly.

  His fingers flick the knot in the towel and it falls to the sand as my eyes fall to his backside.

  It’s pushing ninety-five degrees out here, but I suddenly feel a cold chill overtake my body and then a rush of heat engulfs me.

  I don’t think this is what Beyonce had in mind when she wrote “Bootylicious,” but she should have.

  He’s got the tightest tush and I just want to run over there and touch it.

  But he squats down and steps into his shorts before I can unfreeze my feet from the sand and then scoops up his surfboard and runs to the shore and dives in over the top of an incoming wave.

  His body lands expertly on top of the board and all those muscles stiffen as the wave breaks underneath him and he paddles right over the top and out to the open ocean.

  What a stud!

  But what the heck is he doing here? This was a vacation for me to get away and clear my head. But the only thing that’s clear now is how much I want to have the complete vacation experience with the guy I’ve crushed on for years.

  CHAPTER 2

  Oliver

  Oh my god it’s her.

  I’m well over two hundred yards offshore, but I’d recognize the shape of her anywhere.

  I’ve been paddling all out for over ten minutes and I’ve just turned around to sit on my board and catch my breath.

  I actually didn’t have plans to surf today besides the one wave to take me in when I was done doing a little relaxation and thinking out here.

  Paddling out here in the ocean and just sitting is better than any form of meditation or massage as far as I’m concerned, but there’s no way I can think straight now.

  I watch as she maneuvers that big old board she must have found in the shed into the shallow water.

  When did she get here?

  I do the math and figure it must have been just minutes after me. I grabbed a Grab, Bali’s version of Uber, at the airport and got dropped off at the front gate.

  I must not have shut the gate. That’s how she got in.

  That or maybe she remembers where all the keys are hidden.

  I think back remembering the moment when I told her dad she could come use my place anytime. And I did tell him where the keys were hidden.

  Damn, she came. She’s here.

  I never thought in a million years she’d show up. She flew halfway around the world to spend a week here? Wait, is she going to be here even a week?

  None of that matters right now. No wait, it completely matters because now I’ve only got the amount of time she’s here to show her that she belongs to me.

  But I don’t need time. She’s not going to have a choice. I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her mine.

  I’m not wasting one second and that starts right now.

  I lean forward and my body makes contact with my board and I start paddling right towards her.

  CHAPTER 3

  Charlotte

  This surfing thing looked so much easier in the in-flight magazine.

  The waves can’t be more than three or four feet tall but when you’re lying on your stomach they seem massive. I feel my body lifted and I paddle with everything I’ve got to make it over the top.

  I start to realize that if I don’t clear the top of these incoming waves I’m going to get picked up and body slammed right onto my back…in the shallow water or worse yet the angled shoreline.

  This could get really ugly really quick.

  I wonder where Oliver is, wishing I could call out to him, but I can’t. I can barely catch my breath I’m paddling so hard and these waves are coming in so quickly. Am I even going anywhere? It’s like two steps forward and at least two steps back.

  I see a big wave coming at me and I paddle with all the energy I can muster.

  It’s not enough.

  I feel my body being lifted and the last thing I remember is the thud of my back hitting the sand as everything goes black.

  CHAPTER 4

  Oliver

  I see her struggling and I paddle faster than I’ve ever paddled before. I’m not going to let anything happen to her. She’s my woman now whether she knows it or not and it’s my job to keep her protected and safe at all times and forever.

  I watch in horror as I see her disappear as the wave forms and then reappear at the crest of the wave before going backwards, or “over the falls” as we call it in surfing.

  And it’s called that for a reason because it’s literally like going over a much smaller, but still very painful and dangerous, version of Jim Jim Falls or Niagara Falls or any big waterfall for that matter.

  I paddle harder and harder and then rip the leash from around my ankle when I see her there on her back in the shallow water.

  She’s shaking her head and she’s awake.

  Thank god.

  I swim right up towards her and scoop her up carrying her to shore just before another wave crashes.

  She got hit so hard by the first one that her leash came unhooked all on its own. And she still managed to stay conscious. What a tough woman.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Your board,” she says. Damn, she’s thinking about me and my stupid surfboard. Talk about being unselfish. She’s bee
n knocked silly and she’s worried about some easily piece of replaceable fiberglass.

  “You,” I say. “Are you okay? That’s all that matters.”

  “What are you doing here?” she mumbles. “And wow, you’ve got some really big muscles,” and then her eyes close and I rush her into the house and dial a doctor.

  CHAPTER 5

  Oliver

  “I’m fine. Really. I just got the wind knocked out of me.”

  “Your eyes closed. You blacked out.”

  “I was just dizzy, but I’m fine. Even the doctor said I’m okay. Just to take it easy today and that I didn’t have a concussion.”