Page 75 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

“Is this a yacht convention?” I mutter.

“Never jet skied,” Banner replies, tucking into his sideunder his arm and tipping her face up for a kiss.

“Not sure you should.” Jared frowns. “Did the doctor clearthat?”

“I think riding you is more rigorous than riding a jet ski,”Banner parries.

A wicked grin spreads over Jared’s face. “Then you should befine.”

He flicks a glance at Takira and then at me.

“Speaking of last night’s sex,” Jared drawls. “Did Iinterrupt a walk of shame?”

“Could y’all just go?” I nearly shout.“Yes to jet skis. Now leave.”

“All right, all right,” Lotus mumbles. “We’re just havingfun.”

“So yes to jet skis?” Kenan asks, walking up the hall.“Breakfast is ready, by the way.”

His gaze drifts over the small group clustered outside thecabin door and then to me still tucked behind it.

“Damn, y’all.” Kenan tsks, continuing past them. “Give themsome privacy.”

“Thank you,” I say. “I knew I could count on you at least.”

“How does it feel being the mature one in the group, Kenan?”Lotus yells, laughing at his back. “That’s why you turningforty!”

He doesn’t break stride but raises his middle finger in theair, a deep chuckle accompanying him down the hall.

“I guess we should eat,” Jared says, turning toleave. “See you at breakfast. Come on, Ban.”

She takes Jared’s hand and starts down the hall but sends mea wink over her shoulder.

“Okay, so breakfast up on deck and jet skis in an hour,”Lotus says. “Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Takira says. “And thank you again forincluding me. This is such a great trip, and everyone’s so nice.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Lotus says. “And I really would liketo pick your brain about the Carnival campaign for next summer.”

“Would love that.”

“Okay, well, I should let you go before Naz’s headexplodes,” Lotus says wryly. “See you up top.”

Takira comes back into the room, shutting the door behindher. Her robe gapes open enough for me to see the top curves of her breasts,and my mouth waters because I haven’t tasted them yet. I’m yanked from my ownsalacious thoughts by Takira’s hand on my dick through my briefs.

“Is she right?” Takira asks, her touch firm, her eyes fixedon mine. “Is your head about to explode?”

I grip her throat, lifting her chin with my thumb. “If youkeep pulling on it like that, hell yeah.”

She laughs, leaning into me, her naked breasts meeting mybare chest. I slide one hand under her robe, trailing over her plump ass.

A loud pounding on the door breaks the spell our bodies areweaving over us.

“Come to breakfast, lovebirds!” August yells through thedoor. “You can do that stuff later. Apparently, we’re going jet skiing.”

An exasperated sigh flows out of me, but Takira steps away,chuckling and pulling her robe tightly around her as she walks back to thebathroom.

“Later,” she says over one silk-covered shoulder. “Ipromise.”