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The sight of her pretty brown mounds swayed in front of him. He reached up and captured one of her nipples with his lips, her skin soft and sweet. His tongue rolled her beaded bud, teasing it.
“London,” she groaned, her fingers threading into his hair as she held on.
Their movements quickened. London lifted her up and down while he thrust his hips upward, forcing himself deeper.
“Fuck,” he bit out, his lips brushing against her breasts.
Their eyes connected, and London was lost in her beautiful brown orbs. He didn’t want to be anywhere else but deep inside of Alana. He didn’t want anyone else. She was perfect for him.
The sound of their lovemaking filled the air. Alana’s moans, his grunts, and their heavy breathing was all he wanted to hear. It fueled him on. Her core was magical, and he had to fight to keep from releasing too soon.
Not without Alana.
Pulling her forward, he worked her body at a different angle. She stiffened, giving in to her climax.
It was his name on her lips as she crested. He could no longer hold off and joined her, emptying himself into her.
Alana gasped, taking in the open waters surrounding them. “London, this is breathtaking.” His small yacht was luxurious, which did not surprise her.
London never half-assed anything.
The salon part of the boat had a galley, a television, microwave and fridge. It had plenty of seating areas, and everything needed to entertain.
London sat in the helm’s seat and operated the boat, the epitome of sexiness. He was dressed in shorts, a T-shirt, and wore a pair of dark aviator sunglasses. He looked so relaxed behind the controls of the boat.
The salon allowed them to see everything. The glass windows and sunroof were for the sunlight to enter. From her seat, she could watch the other boats sailing by.
Reaching over, he flipped a switch that opened the sunroof.
“This is amazing. Do you come out here often?” she asked.
“As much as I can. I’ve sailed to Canada, Michigan, and Pennsylvania on these waters. It’s a great way to escape.”
When they had arrived, he had given her a full tour. The lower level—or the stateroom, as he had called it—housed a bedroom, a bathroom with a shower, and even a small lounge.
Alana had to admit, she was definitely impressed. She knew he and his company were doing well, but this just proved it.
The weather was perfect, and the day was turning into a lazy Sunday.
Her thoughts went back to that morning in her living room.
The sex between them had been explosive. Something changed between them. Alana wasn’t sure what it was, but she could definitely feel it.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How you’re spoiling me.”
Smiling, he waved her over to him.
“Come learn to sail.” He patted his lap for her to sit on.
She giggled, and did as she was told. His muscular arms encircled her, guiding her hands onto the steering wheel.
“Are you sure?” She grew nervous. Somehow, she felt that driving a boat differed greatly from a car. “What if I hit something? I don’t want to damage your boat.”
“Guide the wheel. There’s nothing close enough for you to run into.”
Taking a deep breath, she held onto the wheel.
