There was water that surrounded us as far as the eye could see. Marcos rented a yacht. Like a whole fucking yacht! I couldn't believe I was about to go to work instead of experiencing this.
“Come on. Be careful.” He beckoned me on with one leg on the pier and the other on the yacht to help me board safely.
When I stepped aboard, I felt roses under my feet. Immediately, butterflies swam in my stomach, and tears flooded my eyes.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He cracked a smile while he led me by the hand. We walked to the boat deck, and there was a table in the middle. It had a wine bottle chilled on ice. The table was covered in red fabric and wrapped in a big white bow on the side to secure the fabric in place.
He walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit down. He grazed my arm as he pushed me forward, andthe slightest touch caused electricity to flow through me at a violent level. I think he felt it too. Now I wasn’t an easy woman. I tried to throw my pussy at him last night, so there was no doubt what was happening. No nigga had rented a yacht for me. I saw what Marcos meant. When it came to him, there was just no comparison.
A server came out of nowhere, and I was so caught up in the scenery that he startled me. How could my eyes not be drawn to the thousands of red rose petals on the ground, the candles that illuminated the path to the table, the moon, the stars, and my sexy ass man sitting across from me?
“Didn’t mean to startle you folks. You book full access tonight. We will serve you through dinner service, then the Yacht is yours until the morning.”
“This is more than I imagined,” I admitted once the server left us.
“It’s what you deserve. I want our story to be our own. I’ll always be there to comfort you, but when it comes to what happens between us, especially the first time, it needs to be about us.”
His words penetrated me. I was so accustomed to suppressing my emotions, shelving them until they resurfaced at unexpected times. “I get it.” I nodded.
He filled my wine glass. “I’m glad because I thought you were about to kill my ass last night.”
“Hush.” I laughed. The energy fluctuated between light and white-hot from second to second. The soft breeze caressed my skin, and I swayed. The waiter placed our meals in front of us: steak, mashed potatoes, and asparagus. The steak was seasoned and cooked perfectly when I took a bite.
“Good?” He asked.
“Yes.” I nodded as my nerves came back.
“Do you remember our last night together?” He asked.
“Of course I do. I think about that day plenty.”
“I think about it every day.” He admitted.
“What do you think. How do you remember it?”
He laughed, “I remember you being my first. I’m sure you know that now.”
“I do. I think it was cute. Special.”
“Well, ain’t shit cute no more. I can’t wait to see your face while I’m inside of you. What you look like when I please you. How much of me you can take without begging for mercy.”
My skin flushed. I caught the hint that the light shit was over. Marcos was a man sitting across from me, and I did not doubt that what I experienced with him all those years ago would be nothing like this.
“Dessert?” The waiter came back. Marcos looked at me, and my lips glued together.
“We are done with the dinner service. Thank you.” Marcos peeled off five $100 bills and handed them to him. Quickly, he started clearing the table. When he went to the interior of the boat, he emerged again shortly with four other staff members. They all exited the yacht without saying a word. We both stood, and I started to feel movement. I clutched onto Marcos.
“So, who drives this thing?”
“This thing is enormous. There is a captain on the other side. He stays in his quarters, and we have full rein of the boat.He will drive us out a bit, then dock it. He won’t be able to see us if we stay up here, or there are also quarters below us.”
“So, we can stay up here?” I hiked my brow. “I mean, the stars are beautiful,” I added, trying not to sound like my thoughts were dirty, because him entering me while I looked up at the stars was something I had been thinking about since I stepped aboard.
“We can do whatever you want.”
He closed in on me, and I quickly turned my back to look outward. My mind told me I was ready, but every time he came close, I was tensing. He pulled me into him by the waist. I felt his lips press against my collarbone.
