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“Is just that - pretending,” Dylan says firmly. “It’s purely to keep Trevor at bay. Once this cruise is over, things will go back to normal. Boss and employee, nothing more.”
I back away from the door, my earlier hope crumbling to dust. God, I’m such an idiot. Blinking back tears, I turn away from the balcony and head for the shower. I need to get out of here, away from Dylan and these foolish fantasies.
Twenty minutes later, dressed and composed, I slip out of my cabin. The buffet should be open by now. I’ll grab an early breakfast, alone, before our meeting with Edward. And then… then I’ll figure out how to face Dylan without letting him see how thoroughly he’s shattered my heart.
Chapter Six
Dylan
The door clicks shut behind Joel, and I slump against it, running a hand through my hair. Fuck. What am I doing?
The lie I just told Joel sits heavy in my gut. Caress is like a little sister? Jesus. If he knew the thoughts I’ve been having about his actual little sister, he’d probably deck me harder than I hit Trevor.
But what was I supposed to say? “Hey, man, I think I’m falling for your sister, but I have no idea if she feels the same way, so I’m just gonna keep pretending to be her boyfriend and hope for the best”? Yeah, that would’ve gone over well.
The truth is, I’m not even sure when things started to change. When did Caress stop being just Joel’s little sister, just my capable assistant, and become… everything?
I push off from the door, pacing the length of my cabin. The morning sun streams through the balcony doors, catching on the rumpled sheets of my bed. The image of Caress sprawled across those sheets fills my mind. Her flowing black hair fanned out on the pillow, her skin glowing in the soft light, those full lips parted in a sigh…
Christ. I need to get it together.
One thing’s for sure, I can’t keep lying to Joel. Or to myself. It’s time to have a real conversation with Caress, to lay it all out on the table. We need to figure out what this thing between us is before we leave this ship, or I might lose my mind.
Decision made, I stride to the adjoining door. My hand hovers over the handle for a moment, my heart pounding. I take a deep breath and knock.
“Caress? It’s Dylan. Can we talk?”
Silence. I wait a beat, then knock again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.
Maybe she’s in the shower? Or she could’ve gone down to breakfast already. Disappointment settles in my chest, but I push it aside. We have that meeting with Edward soon anyway. I’ll catch her there and pull her aside afterward for a private talk.
The hot shower spray hits my skin as I step in. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the upcoming discussion with Edward. But my thoughts keep drifting to Caress. That black dress hugging her curves. Her sultry laugh. The way her eyes sparkle when she smiles.
God, she’s gorgeous. And brilliant. And kind.
I groan, giving in to the fantasy. My hand drifts lower, gripping my hardening cock. I imagine Caress here with me, water cascading over her tan skin. Her lips on mine, hungry and passionate.
“Caress,” I breathe, stroking faster.
My mind fills with vivid images. I imagine her breasts pressed against my chest, my hands cupping her perfect ass and sliding inside her wet heat.
I brace my other hand against the shower wall, lost in the fantasy of Caress writhing in pleasure, crying out my name. The familiar tension builds as I chase release.
I need more. My free hand fumbles for the waterproof vibrating ring I keep hidden in the shower caddy. Withtrembling fingers, I slip it over my throbbing shaft, clicking it on. The low buzz mingles with the shower’s steady patter.
“Fuck,” I hiss, the sensation intensifying every stroke.
In my mind, Caress is grinding against me, her nails raking down my back. I can almost feel her silky skin, and taste the salt on her neck. My hips start to move of their own accord, thrusting into my grip.
“God, Caress, you feel so good,” I groan, my voice echoing off the tile.
The fantasy shifts. Now she’s on her knees, looking up at me with those piercing blue eyes as she takes me in her mouth. I imagine her soft lips, her talented tongue…
My breathing quickens, becoming ragged and shallow. Every muscle in my body tenses as I reach for the building pressure. I grip the shower wall harder, knuckles white, desperately seeking support as my knees threaten to buckle.
“Caress, baby, I’m close,” I pant, stroking faster, twisting my wrist just so.
The coil in my gut tightens further. I feel the telltale tingle at the base of my spine, the tightening of my balls. Pre-cum leaks from my tip, quickly washed away by the shower.
