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His breath mists the skin at my temple as he rubs slowly,adding pressure before urging my legs a little wider and inserting threefingers. My thoughts scatter. I’ve had dicks smallerthan these three fingers. He pushes in and out, in and out, using the otherhand to lift my chin and force the intimacy of our eyes connecting.

“Do they feel like you thought they would?” he asks.

I try to answer, but his thumb caresses my clit while his fingers are still occupied with burning mefrom the inside out.

“Y-yes,” I stutter. “Better.”

Words leave us, and the only sound is the sloppy wet messhe’s making between my legs as he works me over. I go limp against him and griphis forearm so I can keep standing. My hips pump in rhythm with his fingers,and short, sharp breaths saw over my lips the closer I get.I’m at the precipice, about to fall over and into the orgasm of a lifetime. Ican feel it. Sensation zings down my spine. The muscles inmy stomach contract, preparing for release.

And then he stops.

“No!” The word erupts from me before I consider decorum orpatience or any other virtue. “I’m close. I’m—”

“Not coming yet.” His fingers leave me, and I want to sob. Iwant to punch him in the face for denying me. “You know what I’vebeen thinking about, Kira?”

I glare up at him, ignoring the flutters winging in my bellyfrom the way he shortens my name. “What?”

Extracting his fingers from between my legs, he holds mystare, bringing his hand up between us. “How you taste.”

He shoves the wet, shiny fingers into his mouth, and I’ll bedamned if it isn’t as sexy as him fingering me. Itaffects me that profoundly, seeing him lick hisfingers clean and close his eyes like he’s savoring a rare dish. He lifts hisfingers to his nose, gathering my essence in on a ragged breath.

“I want your scent on me all night,” he says, reaching downbetween us, under my dress, to caress the edge of my panties. “And don’t youchange these. I want you wearing them through dinner and thinking about how Ididn’t let you come.”

“But you will tonight?” I ask, hating that I can’t bite thequestion back, but damn,I need it now. He knows I do.

“If you’re a good girl.” He chuckles, starting to pull away,but I reach between us and seize his erection, hard and long, into my handsthrough the expensive material of his pants. God, this man could bust me open.My thighs clench in anticipation.

“And you don’t touch this dick.” I lean into him, raspingout my own terms, never letting his eyes go. “Don’t you dare jerk off beforedinner. Don’t adjust it. Don’t hide it. I wanteveryone to know what I do to you.”

He pulls my panties by the edge and releases them, lettingthem pop against my pussy. Even that tiny contact makes me clench. Makes thataching, needing hole clamp around air, seeking him. He could have me now beforedinner. We could leave his friends on the upper deck waiting while he fucks me in the position of his choice. The knowledgesimmers between us, and the muscle in his jaw flexes as his famous disciplinekicks in. He doesn’t reply but rests one hand at my hip, taps my butt, anddrops a kiss at my temple before he goes, closing the door with a controlled snick behind him.

Chapter Nine

Takira

I’m debating between two dresses for dinner—which,according to what Lotus told me on the flight here, will be a pretty snazzy affair this first night—when my cell phonerings in my purse. I grab it and continue my perusal of the closet.

“Neevah! Hey, honey. How’sIceland?”

“So gorgeous. We have to come backtogether.”

“Well, this time it’s just you and Canon, which is exactlyhow it should be now that the movie has wrapped. Girl, everyone, and I do meaneveryone, is so excited for Dessi Blue.”

“I know! We get asked about it everywhere we go. Now thatwe’ve locked screen, Canon can finally relax some.”

“And I hope he’s making you relax, too.” I try to keep myvoice worry-free, though Neevah’s health scaresduring shooting probably shaved a couple of years off my life.

“My man is taking good care of me,” she assures.

“He better. Let him know he’ll have me to deal with if youcome home wore out.”

“You just worry about getting woreout on that boat for the next two weeks. You there yet?”

Of course, I told Neevah aboutNaz’s invitation and our past and the sexual tension so thick you could cut itwith a pair of shears. Over the phone, I waffled on whetheror not to accept Lotus’s invitation and go on the cruise. My best friendwas pro-go, but that’s probably because Neevah’s sohappy with her man, she wants me to find someone, too.

“I’m here, yeah,” I answer, still studying my two wardrobeoptions—a slinky pantsuit and a slinky dress. Either way, it’ll be slinky.“Getting ready for dinner.”

“How is it?” Neevah asks, barely disguised excitement in her voice.