Page 43 of Secret Offer
“Fair point.”
“Mr. Argos!” It’s the captain again.
I look up at him. “Captain Conway.”
“You don’t want to miss the low tide,” he says.
“Low tide?” Blair asks.
“I—” I hesitate, and then press on. There’s no backpedaling now. “Did you want to go to the James Bond Grotto?”
She laughs. “You mean the famous cave where all the tourists and celebrities go? Not really. But I’d love a yacht ride, if you’re offering.”
I don’t even hesitate. I just lead her onto the yacht, her warm body pressed against mine.
My pulse is racing. Everything about this is wrong. The whole point of this date was to wash my hands of Blair and pass her off to Lord Alec, not spend another evening with her. But I’m on an adrenaline high, lust in my veins, intoxicated by the scent of her perfume, heady and sweet and reminiscent of all the illicit sex we’ve had. I tell myself I’ll keep my hands away from her, that this is the opportunity I need to break things off, to let her down gently and get her in the mindset of wanting a rebound…but I know it’s a lie. The tension between us is already singing.
Once I tell the captain there’s been a change of plans, and that we’ll merely be traveling in a lazy circle, I lead her to the bar on the sun deck. Nina Simone’s voice spills from the hidden speakers, and Blair lets out a squeal of delight.
“Wine? Cocktail? Bougie lemonade?” I offer.
“I’m more interested in seeing what’s below decks,” she says, the barest smile tugging her full lips.
My cock jumps to attention as tingles race down my spine. It’s like she’s already touching me, her nails raking down my back, her hungry mouth trailing down my abs. It’s almost hard to breathe as equal amounts of desire and apprehension work through me. I can’t do this again. I have to quit her. I have to stop. My business partners are arriving tonight, for fuck’s sake.
But I’m addicted.
“I’ll take you on the grand tour, then,” I say, sealing my fate.
She’s on me the moment we step into the master cabin. Her arms loop around my neck and she crushes her lips to mine, already wrapping one long leg around my waist. I drive her back against the door, and it closes with a bang. Reaching behind her, I click the lock, then lift her up onto my hips.
“We shouldn’t…be doing…this…” I mutter between kisses, even as I wrap my hand around her breast and squeeze. She’s aguest at my hotel, she’s barely old enough to drink, and she’s a bachelorette.
“I know,” she pants, pushing me away.
“We can stop,” I tell her, trying to catch my breath.
“We can definitely stop,” she agrees, dropping to her knees. But I don’t stop her at all.
Blair quickly works my belt and opens my pants. As she does, I notice she’s wearing the souvenir bracelet I bought her. Part of me sees it for the warning sign it might be, but the other part of me—the more assertive part—ignores the bracelet, focusing on the fact that I’m rock hard and aching for the sweet oblivion of her mouth. She looks up at me with those big blue eyes, licks her lips, and frees my cock.
“I’ve missed this,” she says.
I groan deep in my throat. Batting her eyelashes, she takes me in her mouth and slides me deep.
“Mmm,” she moans.
“Fuck.”
Palming the door, I give in and absorb the pleasure. Her mouth is hot and wet as she bobs back and forth, pulling me in more deeply each time. Fisting her hair, I guide her mouth and watch as she sucks me off. The tip of my cock slips down her throat. She swallows, her throat clenching wet and tight around me, and I almost lose it.
“Jesus, Blair.”
She grins with my dick in her mouth and it’s the naughtiest thing—she knows exactly what she’s doing to me and I fucking love it. In fact, I’m going to come if she doesn’t stop, and I don’t want that. Not so fast.
Forcing myself away from her, I pick her up and carry her over to the bed.
“Take that dress off.”
