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It comes out as a whisper, so low that I wouldn’t have heard it if I weren’t paying attention. “Scared of Vince?”
“Scared of what’s going to happen to us when we arrive home,” she says, shifting to look at me full on. “This week has been everything I imagined, but what happens when we go home? When our magic bubble bursts? You said you were all in, but was that only for this week? A month? A—”
I cup both sides of her face, holding her head still. My thumbs slowly working the smooth porcelain skin beneath them as her breathing from her impending panic attack slowly dissipates. “You have me for as long as you want me,” I reiterate as I stare into her icy blue eyes. “This week only, or a month or two. I am all in, Cass. You’re the only one for me and have been for quite some time.” Probably since that first night in the hotel room, but I don’t tell her that. “So, what’s it gonna be?”
Her mouth crashes down on mine as my hands move down the sides of her face, brushing the sides of her slender neck as I grip the back of her neck, holding her in place as my tongue invades the inside of her mouth. Her hips shifting causes her dress to move higher on her tanned thighs, teasing me as I struggle with my restraint to not take her here on a booze cruise filled with at least a dozen crew members.
“Cass…” I grit out, breaking our kiss. “If you don’t want an audience, I suggest you wait till we get back to the dock.”
“Let them watch,” she says, crushing her lips back on mine.
I smirk against her mouth as I roll her to her back, supporting my weight above her. This. This right here is what I’ve been missing for so long. What I’ve been avoiding for so long. But not anymore.
My hand moves to her hip, gripping the silk fabric of her dress before bunching it up around her waist. Brushing aside her lace thong, my finger dips between her slick, wet folds. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
“So fucking wet,” I rasp out as I add a second finger to her heat. Working it in and out at a tantalizing pace.
“Channing,” she moans out low and breathy. I feel my resolve is about to crack.
“Jesus fuck,” I mutter as her legs wrap around my waist, pushing herself closer to my fingers. I look away for a moment to make sure no one’s watching before returning my gaze to hers. Adjusting my grip under her ass, I pick her up and make my way to the cabin of the boat. “Out,” I say to some of the crew, taking in their wide-eyed gazes before placing Cassidy on the bed.
Her eyes are filled with mirth as she stares at me. Waiting. Anticipating my next moves. My hands work their way up her silky-smooth thighs, reaching the dampened fabric of her thong. Pulling the fabric slowly down her legs, I tuck it into my shorts pocket, saving them for later. Brushing a finger against her wet fold, I gently part them, pushing a tip in just a little bit. Her back arches as a low moan escapes her beautiful, plump lips.
Fuck, I am completely obsessed with this girl. No feral.
“Tell me, Cass, what do you want me to do with this sweet, tight pussy of yours?”
She bites her lips as I push my finger further, working it in and out slowly before adding a second. Her breathless gasps only urge me on, drive me deeper into a blissful haze.
“Tell me, Cass,” I murmur close to her ear, pressing kisses on the tender skin along her neck. “Tell me what my good girl needs. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
“More,” she cries out. “I need you to touch me. Make me come.”
My pulse quickens as my cock stiffens. I add a third finger, steadily increasing my pace as she becomes wetter, dripping. Her pussy pulses, tightening around my fingers as she reaches her climax. My name tumbles from her lips as she falls apart. My cock grows hard, straining against the zipper of my shorts, begging to be buried deep inside her.
“Such a good girl,” I say, as I slowly work her down from her climax.
When she finally relaxes, I pull her to the edge of the bed, working the button on my shorts to free my cock. I stroke myself a few times before lining my hard length at her entrance, pushing the head in a little bit. She looks up at me, her eyes hooded and filled with lust. She lifts her hips, as she grabs at my waist, pulling me closer, working my cock further in, inch by inch.
Once I’m fully seated inside her, I move, working my cock in and out at a slow, torturous pace. Bringing her to the edge of another orgasm before backing off only to repeat the process all over again. It’s not long before she’s built up another orgasm. Her walls clench tightly around my cock, strangling it. Ready to milk it for everything its worth.
And she does.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
My phone incessantly alerts on the nightstand, but I don’t move or try to answer.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Cassidy has her limbs tangled with mine as she presses her bare chest to mine. It’s the morning when we return to reality. And I’m already wishing we were back here in our own little paradise.
