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A flash appeared in my peripheral.
Cal.
He stopped short as he left the yacht’s interior.
His eyes locked onto Eleanor in my lap and the highly obvious action that we indulged in. Rolling his eyes, he gave me a sarcastic salute before vanishing back inside. He grabbed Jess as she went to bypass him, laughing something into her ear.
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that we’d been caught because all that mattered was chasing that high with my wonderful wife.
“Sully. Oh, God.” Eleanor stiffened in my arms as I shoved up and triggered her release.
The pulses of her orgasm set me off, and I quaked beneath her, giving her my soul and sanity all in one climax.
Breathing hard, eyes glazed with satisfaction, Eleanor kissed me sweetly as we returned to earth. “Was that a distraction from socialising or preparation?”
“Both.” I grinned, wincing as she disengaged and climbed off me. “It’s also a promise that the sooner we get this meeting over and done with, the sooner we can come back here and do that all over again.”
She chuckled as she scooped her underwear from the lounger and swung the lace around her finger. “In that case, let’s hurry. I want you naked before lunch.”
And wasn’t I just the luckiest son of a bitch alive?
I had a wife who was talented, tricky, and downright temptress.
The yacht’s horn sounded, announcing we’d reached our destination.
For now, I would have to share her with others.
But after, she would be all mine again.
I can’t fucking wait.Chapter Fourteen
RAPTURE.
Named for the emotion of intense pleasure or joy, the leased Tahitian island had proven a marvellous success. Almost as pretty as Goddess Isles, the bamboo pier, groomed beach, and coconut palms welcomed us as a staff member from Calypso ferried us to shore, thanks to the onboard speedboat that lived in Calypso’s belly.
Cal and Jess had decided to take the jet ski and head to Pape’ete a few kilometres away. To go shopping in local markets and have an afternoon just the two of them. Jess had spoken to Tasmin last night via Skype for over an hour, so I guessed their choice to be alone had something to do with Q, adoption, and if their futures were about to change.
“They haven’t cut down the ripe coconuts,” Sully muttered as the sleek boat slowed its engines, ready to moor along the pier. “If one of them falls on a guest’s head, they’ll sue.”
Pulling out my notepad—that I’d brought for this very purpose of suggestions to pass onto Sophie—I jotted it down. “Prune coconuts. Got it.” I tapped his shoulder with my pen. “Anything else?”
“Yes, jot down a very important task.” His face became deadly serious.
I poised my pen over paper, a little worried that I’d forgotten something paramount. “What is it?”
A roguish glint appeared in his stare as he whispered, “Give your husband a blowjob as thanks for socialising with people.”
I laughed as the staff member lassoed us to the bamboo platform and gave me his hand so I could climb out safely. “I’ll put it at the top of the list.”
“You do that.”
I let the crew’s member’s hand go. “Thanks for your help.”
“No problem, Mrs Sinclair.” He nodded at Sully as my husband leapt up behind me. “I’ll wait here for you, sir.”
“Thanks.” Sully pushed his sunglasses higher up his nose. “We won’t be long. An hour, tops.”
“Sure.”
Taking my hand, Sully guided me toward land, swallowing his groan as our chirpy, gung-ho manager for Rapture arrived. She jogged down the beach with sand flying from her sandals, red hair tied in a neat bun, and a cream suit far too stifling for this sort of humidity but professional all the same.
“You’re here!” She waved, jumping onto the pier and closing the distance between us. “How was your trip? Good? That boat you had delivered is outstanding. Had its inaugural cruise this morning with a couple who needed some space to scream it out. It drove like a dream, according to the skipper, and the couple who rented it seemed to like it enough. They’re currently in Euphoria, which is an improvement as they’ve been here three days and were adamant they wouldn’t dabble in VR no matter what therapy they had to endure.” She looked down at her phone, bringing up her own list of things to go over. “Villa Halcyon had minor plumbing issues, but it’s fixed now. Villa Paradise had to be fumigated because of an ant problem, and Villa Frangipani has been extended to include an in-house Euphoria playroom for those couples who want that extra bit of luxury and freedom.” She sucked in a breath, ready to go again.
I held up my hand. “Sounds like you have everything under control.” I smiled kindly. “Thank you for all your hard work. The spread-sheets and customer reviews you’ve provided are wonderful.”
