“Well, I suppose I’ll be visiting the box a great deal while living here then.”
I smile lightly while ushering him to the door, and he grabs my hand in his before opening it to reveal the rather large accommodations.
“I forget how much better captains get paid than interrogators,” I grumble, and he smiles smugly while motioning for me to join him by the double windows.
“This view is what I wanted. I like the open sands from up high. It holds that horizon beauty front and center, and it’s damn good for a sexy backdrop.”
I laugh at his joking remark, and he pulls me into the kitchen as he checks to make sure he has everything.
“You brought pots and pans?” I giggle.
“I have to be able to cook for you when you start staying here in the captain’s accommodations,” he says leadingly, his eyes smiling, and I have to stifle my grin which proves to be insuppressible.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“You’re not getting away from me. Just be warned. I’m rather relentless when it comes to keeping my girl.”
He gives me a quick peck on the cheek, and then I hear the shower running after he disappears into the bedroom.
“I’ll see you in a little while. I have to go get ready,” I call to the open doorway, and I start to leave when I feel his arms around my waist turning me around.
His lips press against mine, and I feel my shirt being unbuttoned as his erection digs into me. I fight momentarily, and then I give in when the insanity takes me over. I feel my shirt being stripped off, and I feel his cool, smooth skin pressing against me as my legs wrap around him once more.
I hear the running water getting closer as he carries me into the bathroom, and I finally snap out of my moment of weakness. I jump free from his hips as the steamy room intensifies the feelings of desire I’m trying to fight.
“You’re so relentless,” I grouse, and then he smirks before lightly kissing me once more.
“It’s just a shower. No strings. Just stay with me for a little while.”
“Not until I have closure. We’re not the type of couple who can split up and be friendly.”
“I can be if you can,” he sizzles out, and I laugh while walking backwards to retreat.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” I tease, and he smiles while pulling off his pants.
“If you can wait that long,” he smolders, and my eyes glue themselves to his perfectly exquisite body with his very tempting erection plainly in sight while he steps into the glass walled shower.
Fuck my life.
I can feel his mischievous grin as I walk out, and I lean against the door once I shut it. This is going to be as rough as the sex he’s desperate to have. I can’t help but be curious about a wild-in-the-bedroom Brazen.
I let myself out, and then I walk the smaller distance to my more modest apartment. I collapse on the couch while rubbing my exasperation from my face. He’s sure as hell not going to make it easy to deny him.
I stare at the very bold red shirt that dips low to reveal a great amount of cleavage. The open sleeves dangle loosely to reveal my arms all the way down until they reach my wrists where they’re held together by the gold cuffs. The gold skirt seems to look like metallic leather - what little bit of skirt there is. My large gold earrings dangle daringly, and my long necklace finds its way down the line of my cleavage. My dark hair has been wound in loose curls, and it elegantly cascades over my shoulders.
I hear a knock at my door, and I see it’s five minutes until I was supposed to meet him at his place. I casually strut to the door, and his jaw unhinges the moment I open it. His wide-eyed response lets me know I’ve done something a little too much.
“I’m not sure what to wear to an eighteen-year-old girl’s party. Is this inappropriate or too much?” I worry aloud.
He barely claps his lips shut, and then he shakes his head as wry smile cocks to one side.
“Please don’t change,” he almost begs, and then he starts walking in while keeping his eyes locked on mine.
“I thought I was supposed to meet you at your place.”
“You saw mine, and now I want to see yours,” he smolders, and his lips almost touch mine as he smirks all the more.
“What?” I hoarsely ask when my nerves wad up, my mind flashing back to earlier when he dropped his pants in front of me to force me to look at his divine body.
