“Yes, we are.” I traced the curve of her lower lip with my thumb. “A private table on a dinner cruise along the Seine. Just us, good food, and the lights of Paris.”
She swallowed hard, and I watched the conflicting emotions play across her face. Desire. Nervousness. Excitement. “What if someone sees?”
“No one will see.” I kept my voice low, intimate. “Unless you want them to.”
Her sharp intake of breath told me everything I needed to know about how that idea affected her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sullivan.”
“Only if you want to play too, Harris.” I stepped back, giving her space to decide. “Your call. I can always give these back,” I patted my pocket, “if you’re too chicken shit to play.”
She held my gaze for a long moment, then a slow smile spread across her face, wicked and wonderful. “Keep them. I like knowing you have something of mine.”
“Good girl.” I offered her my arm. “Shall we?”
The dinner cruisewas everything I’d hoped it would be and more. Our table was at the far end of the boat, partially secluded from the other diners by a decorative screen. The glass walls and ceiling offered an unobstructed view of Paris sliding by, Notre Dame illuminated against the night sky, the Louvre’s distinctive architecture, bridges arching gracefully over the dark waters of the Seine.
Mia was enchanted, her attention constantly drawn to the window as new sights appeared. The way her face lit up with each discovery made something tighten in my chest.
“This is incredible,” she said for perhaps the tenth time as we finished our main course. “I can’t believe we’re actually here.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I reached across the table to take her hand, running my thumb across her knuckles. “There’s more to come.”
Her eyes darkened at the double meaning in my words. Throughout dinner, I’d been careful not to touch her except in the most innocent ways, letting the anticipation build. Knowing she was bare beneath her dress had me half-hard already, and from the flush on her cheeks and the way she occasionally shifted in her seat, she was feeling the same slow burn of desire.
I glanced out the window. “The Eiffel Tower should be coming up soon. It’s best viewed from the stern. Would you like to step outside?”
She nodded, a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation in her eyes. “Yes, please.”
I helped her from her chair, deliberately letting my hand linger just above her ass, as we made our way through the restaurant section toward the outdoor viewing area.
Mia moved to the railing, finding a small space between two other couples. She gasped as the Eiffel Tower came into view, illuminated against the night sky with thousands of twinkling lights.
“It’s magical,” she breathed, her face bathed in the distant golden light. “Like something from a dream.”
I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. She relaxed into me, her head tipping back to rest on my shoulder as we watched the tower grow larger in our view. To anyone watching, we were just another couple enjoying the romantic sight, exactly as intended.
“Cold?” I asked, my lips against her ear.
“A little,” she admitted, though I could feel the heat of her body even through our clothes.
“I can fix that.” My hands slid around to her hips, gathering the material of her dress slowly upward, my body shielding her from view. I shifted my long coat to wrap around us both, creating a private cocoon despite the people nearby.
Her breath caught. “Jack,” she hissed, her voice barely audible over the chatter of nearby tourists. “There are people everywhere.”
“No one’s looking at us,” I assured her. “They’re all watching the tower.”
She glanced around, noting that the couples on either side of us were indeed focused on the view, taking selfies and pointing out landmarks to each other. When she turned back to the view, there was surrender in the way her body yielded against mine, though tension still hummed through her.
I continued gathering her dress, careful to keep her covered from behind while exposing her to the cool night air. She shivered, but not from cold, as my fingertips traced the curve of her ass, the backs of her thighs.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her neck. “Hold the railing and don’t make a sound.”
She obeyed, gripping the metal bar with both hands as I freed myself from my trousers. A woman laughed loudly just a few feet away, making Mia tense in my arms.
I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her with just the tip, gratified to find her already slick with want despite, or perhaps because of, the risk. “Ready?”
“Jack,” she whispered, half warning, half plea, as a couple moved slightly closer to our position.
“They can’t see,” I reassured her, my lips at her ear. “But they might hear if you’re not very, very quiet. Say yes, Mia. Tell me you want this.”
