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“I like the way you think, sweet thing, and don’t worry, I’ll get rid of this stuff.”

“Don’t be too hasty. Now that I know you’re not a killer, there are a few things that could be fun, like the vibrating panties and the bed restraints.”

Wickedness flares in his eyes. “You at my mercy is a delicious thought.”

“I was thinking it would be the other way around,” I say with as much innocence as I can muster.

He slides his hand down my back to my ass. “Does my secret dominatrix want to come out to play?”

“I guess you’ll find out at some point,” I tease. “I’m going to let that idea muddle your mind for a while, because you promised me an island tour.” I go up on my toes and kiss him, then head out of the bedroom before I cave and tear his clothes off.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Victory

We have a wonderful afternoon on the water, basking in the sun and eating lunch while we’re anchored at sea. I love the funny stories he shared about things he’s done with his friends and family, and I enjoy sharing mine with him, too. It feels strange not to constantly check my phone for work messages, I don’t want to waste a second of this time with Wells on work. I know Padma will text if there’s an issue, so I jumped in with two feet and silenced my email notifications. I’m hoping the strangeness will pass, because I want more days like this with Wells, more time in his world, and I want more time with him in mine.

While we head for Chaffee, I sunbathe on the deck just outside the helm, where he’s piloting the boat. The sun is beating down on me, the cool breeze coasting over my skin, and even with my eyes closed, I feel the heat of Wells’s gaze burning a hole through me.

I glance at him and smile.

“Come here, sexy girl. I want to show you something.” He reaches for my hand, drawing me into the covered area as we pass a lighthouse. “That’s Fortune’s Landing Lighthouse.” He slows the boat to a crawl as we near the entrance of a cove, surrounded by rocky cliffs. “This is Fortune’s Cove. See the beach by the cliff?” He points to a rocky cliff with a small beach at the base. “That’s Fortune’s Landing. This island was founded in 1601 by Bartholomew Silver. He crashed his boat, the Fortune, right at the base of the cliff.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

He squeezes my hand. “Legend has it that he was drunk and found naked with a harem of inebriated women.”

“So you come by your playboy ways naturally?” I tease.

“I’ll give you a playboy.” He takes me in a toe-curling kiss. “Have you ever piloted a boat?”

“I’ve sailed my parents’ boat, but I’m usually just a passenger on my brothers’ power boats.”

Surprise rises in his eyes. “You know how to sail?”

“Why do you sound so shocked? I grew up eating bugs and walking through swamps. My brothers and I once built a raft out of tree branches and vines.”

“Did it float?”

“Yes. Although we spent most of our time pushing each other off of it.”

“That’s my girl. Queen of the raft. Get in here.” He guides me in front of him.

“What are we doing?”

“You’re going to pilot us to Chaffee.” He runs his hands along my stomach, and then he gathers my hair over one shoulder and kisses my neck. “After I show you how, I’m going to distract you.”

A shiver of heat moves through me. “What if I crash your boat?”

“Then you won’t get to use those restraints you’ve been dangling in front of me.”

“I definitely won’t crash,” I say.

“Good girl,” he says huskily.

He takes my hands, putting one on the wheel and the other on the throttle, and covers them with his own. Then he proceeds to teach me how to pilot the boat. When I’ve got the controls down pat, he doesn’t just distract me. With his mouth on my neck, one hand in my bikini top, the other in my bikini bottom, and his hard length against my ass, he takes me right up to the verge of losing it.

I’m having trouble holding it together, riding his fingers, when we come to the mouth of the harbor in Chaffee. “Throttle down,” he growls in my ear. “It’s a no-wake zone.”