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“Just an hour,” Oliver pleaded, his eyes sparkling with desire.
“Ha, an hour turns into three and then the day is over for me because I want to sleep,” I teased, shaking my head.
“You lead. I promise to obey,” Oliver suggested, his voice laced with amusement.
“Since when has that ever worked? I get started, and you finish it,” I retorted, unable to suppress a giggle.
“It’s your fault for being so irresistible,” Oliver said, his grin widening.
“That’s right, blame me,” I quipped, unable to resist a playful jab.
He placed a wet kiss on my cheek before leaning back against the couch, closing his eyes as the breeze ruffled his hair. I reached over and traced his nose with my finger, feeling a rush of affection for this man who knew just how to make me smile. He sucked my finger into his mouth, gently biting the tip, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his playful antics.
"Do you have more to show me?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"You want the rest of the tour?" Oliver replied.
"As long as you don’t get me into a compromising position," I muttered.
"Like what?" Oliver inquired, his tone suggestive.
"Like on my back with my legs spread," I quipped, unable to resist poking him.
"Fuck," he hissed, his reaction catching me off guard.
"What?" I asked, puzzled by his sudden shift in demeanor.
"That got me hard. Stop talking about sex," Oliver confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.
I chuckled as he stood up and took my hand, leading me to explore the rest of the yacht. He showed me all the staterooms on the upper floor, each one more luxurious than the last. The master stateroom, in particular, caught my eye with its king-sized bed and plush gray carpet.
I couldn't resist bouncing on the corner of the bed, earning a bemused look from Oliver.
"Let’s get out of here before we get into trouble," Oliver suggested, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
"It’s your boat. How could we get in trouble?" I countered.
"You know what I mean. You want to enjoy the sunshine, then let’s go," Oliver insisted, tugging gently on my hand to lead me back outside.
With a laugh, I followed him, feeling grateful for this carefree day on the ocean with the man I loved.
We spent all morning and early afternoon on the yacht, soaking in the sun and sea breeze until it docked back at the marina. Oliver behaved surprisingly well, leaving me wondering what other surprises he had in store for the rest of the day.
Vlad chauffeured us back to the penthouse where Oliver had lunch served on the patio. Despite the tempting spread, I didn't have much of an appetite, still feeling full from breakfast.
"Are you serving me dinner too?" I asked, glancing at Oliver as I pushed my food around my plate.
"Do you want me to serve you dinner?" he countered.
"I’d rather have something light. I’m not very hungry," I admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for not fully indulging in the birthday festivities.
"Light? Like what?" Oliver inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"A sandwich," I replied, shrugging nonchalantly.
"That’s what you want for your birthday dinner?" Oliver seemed surprised.
"It’s fine. I don’t need anything special," I reassured him, not wanting to make a fuss.
