Page 15 of Brazilian Fantasy
She sways against me as others join the party and dance around us. I glance at the men drooling over my date—I mean, my nanny—and possessiveness burns through my blood. Fucking assholes, every last one of them. No way will I allow anyone to touch her. Wait, shit. I can’t make that call. She’s not my girl, and she can sleep with whoever she wants.
Please let it be me, and only me, she wants.
“Mind if I cut in?” some guy asks as he taps me on the shoulder.
I look at Piper, wait for her reaction. She is, after all, here to pick up a man for epic sex. Her hands tighten around my neck, her actions speaking volumes. She wants me, not the olho do cu drooling over her.
Fuck, yes!
She moves closer, and I catch the sweet scent of her skin. I glance at the asshole hovering close. “Yeah, I do mind,” I say and pull her against my hard cock. She wets her painted lips, and all I can think about is how much I want to shove her to her knees, so she can use that lush mouth on my cock, leave a lipstick ring on my hard-on.
Once everyone fills the two-level schooner—converted to a party boat with an open bar and live entertainment—the engine starts up and we set off from Marina da Glória for our sunset tour.
“You know,” she begins, “when I first met your friend Blair back at the house, I thought you were going to set us up.”
Her breath races over the shell of my ear, and my cock throbs against her midriff. At the mention of Blair, I clench my jaw hard enough to break bone. I hate the idea of her with Blair or any of my other friends. The vision boils my blood.
My brain cells stop firing as she gyrates against my cock. “Why would you think that?” I push her hair from her shoulder, my gaze latching onto the long column of her neck, the exact spot where I want my mouth. “I told you I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to.”
She moves against me, stroking my cock in dangerous ways—ways that make me forget I’m a gentleman. Then again, I’m not certain she’s looking for a Mr. Nice Guy tonight—otherwise, she wouldn’t be rubbing that sweet pussy of hers all over my leg.
“Yeah, you did, and it’s nice that you’re a man of your word. But I was wondering… If you won’t do anything I don’t want, does that mean you’ll do anything I do want?” she asks, a seductive edge to her voice that’s going to kill me if I don’t get her naked soon and drive my cock into her until she’s screaming my name.
Fuck me hard.
“Such as?” I ask, eager to know what she does want me to do.
She looks around the schooner, her gaze landing on some douche at the bar eyeing her. I snort. If she thinks I’m going to set the two of them up, she’s got another thought coming.
“It’s not safe to go prowling the bars for sex in a foreign country, you know.” I cup her chin and force her eyes to mine. “There’s danger all around you, in places you don’t expect it.”
Dark lashes flash rapidly over blue eyes. “Really?” she asks, playing innocent. “Are you dangerous, Lucas?”
Oh, she has no fucking idea.
“Yeah, I am,” I say, thinking about how she’s been teasing me relentlessly since she arrived. Time to do something about it. “Come on.” I grab her hand.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
If she’s looking for danger, she found it, because I can’t, for one more second, have her in my arms without acting on all the dirty things I want to do to her.
As need unfurls inside me, we go belowdecks, and I find a small storage closet. I step in and drag her in with me, closing the door and dousing us in darkness. I grab her hands and shove them over her head, holding them with one of mine.
“Keep them there,” I demand.
Where the hell is the dishtowel when you need it?
Her entire body quivers as I begin an exploration.
“Lucas…what…what are you doing?”
“Anything I want,” I say when I feel the excited tremble moving through her.
“But we’re in a closet. Anyone can walk in on us.”
“Yeah, but you like being watched, don’t you?” When she doesn’t say anything, I add, “You like it when I watch.”
