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“Of course, my apologies, signor,” Rocco replied, smirking at Jacob. “It is difficult not to look at such beauty. You are a very lucky man.”
A growl rumbled in Jacob’s chest, and at noticing his fists were clenched, I quickly grabbed his hand, pulling it to get his attention. If I didn’t, I was certain Jacob would wipe the smirk from Rocco’s face. “Can we go for a dip in the hot tub, Jacob? I need to cool down a bit.”
As I’d hoped, tension oozed from his body. “Of course we can, angel. Why don’t you go and get changed; I just need a word with the captain.”
“But-”
“Now, angel,” he barked, his gaze narrowing on me.
Knowing if I argued, I would no doubt find myself over his knee—something I wasn’t keen to experience again. With my shoulders slumping, I turned to head up the stairs to the next deck, hoping Rocco wouldn’t lose his job before we even set sail.
Jacob joined me soon after with another bottle of champagne and dressed in his swim shorts. He climbed in next to me, his warm smile set on his face, not giving away anything about what had happened with Rocco after I walked away.
“How are you feeling, angel?” he asked, pouring the champagne into two flutes and handing me one.
Reluctantly, I took it from him. “I’m okay, but I’m not sure if I can drink any more champagne.”
He sank into the seat next to me, not picking his glass up from the side, and with one hand, he wrapped it around my waist and pulled me into his lap. “You can manage this one glass, can’t you, my love?”
He kissed my neck, sending tingles down my spine and landing in my core. Lost in the sensation, my head tilted back to give him better access. “Okay, Jacob.”
“Good girl,” he breathed, his teeth lightly scraping against my neck.
I took a mouthful of my drink; it tasted like acid as it slid down my throat. But I didn’t have the capacity to dwell on it; Jacob’s mouth had skated down to my collarbone, and at the feel of his erection pressing against my ass as I sat in his lap, a flutter of butterflies took off in my stomach.
Under the water, one hand slid up my thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh. “Drink, angel,” he murmured against my chest.
I didn’t think about his request as I raised my glass and swallowed another mouthful; it was becoming second nature to do whatever Jacob asked. When I moved the glass away, my tongue ran along my bottom lip. Jacob’s gaze tracked it, and not giving me a chance to brace, he pressed his mouth against mine.
He kissed me passionately, claiming my mouth as his hand squeezed my thigh harder. Somehow managing to put my glass on the side without spilling it, my hands pushed into Jacob’s hair.
Removing his hand from my thigh, he gripped my hips, maneuvering me so that I was straddling him. Between my legs, my core grew slick, and not from the water in the tub. Without meaning to, my hips rolled, grinding against his erection.
“Fuck, angel,” Jacob groaned when he broke away. “You can’t do that and not expect me to fuck you.”
“Maybe I want you to,” I whispered, alcohol making me brave.
His eyes darted between mine. “Maybe?”
Toying with my lip between my teeth, I rolled my hips again, needing relief from the pressure inside me. “I want to.”
“Are you sure, angel? It’s not the alcohol talking?”
It could have been the champagne making my thoughts foggy, but I didn’t care. “I’m sure, Jacob. Please, fuck me.”
My words took me by surprise. I never thought I would be brave enough to be so blunt with asking for what I wanted. Maybe I needed to drink it more often if it made me this confident.
Jacob shifted his hips, and under the water, I could feel him freeing his cock. I lifted slightly, pulling my bikini bottoms to one side, and with Jacob’s hands back on my hips, he guided me down onto his shaft.
My pussy stretched around him, but there was no pain this time, only a burst of pleasure that had a groan leaving my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Charlotte. You feel incredible,” Jacob rumbled, lifting my hips and slamming me back down.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I groaned, tightening my arms around his neck, desperate for everything he was giving me. “Faster, please. I need more.”
Jacob repeatedly lifted me up and down, making me bounce on his cock, and each time he was inside me, his tip hit the spot that had me arching my back, pressing my breasts against his chest.
“Angel, do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when you’re begging for my cock?”
