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The captain welcomes us aboard.
Tonight is ideal for being in the water. The ocean is calm and clear; the wind is warm and the white clouds that are scattered across the sky promise a beautiful sunset.
Seraphina and I sit on the front deck of the yacht with cocktails on the table in front of us.
She is sitting too far away from me, though, so I slip my arm around her waist and pull her closer, sliding her along the wide seat that surrounds the deck. She giggles and leans against me when I wrap my arm around her.
“I'm so happy you could join me tonight,” I say, running my fingers through her dark curls.
She smiles, and I see her cheeks flush pink.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Seraphina. I smile when I picture your face.”She turns that beautiful face toward me, and I brush my hand across her cheek.
My heart races in my chest.
Her bright eyes lock with mine, and when she doesn’t look away, I lean down, pressing my lips softly against hers. I don’t know what it is about her, but I'm steadily becoming obsessed with her. Obsessed to own her, making her mine. Possessing her in every way possible.
She breaks away from the kiss, smiling, looking out over the calm water.
“I think about you, too,” she says, and I grin. I run my hand over her side, feeling the curve of her waist down to her hips. Her response neither encourages nor rejects my advances. I must proceed cautiously rather than risk pushing her away.
“The chef has prepared a seafood dish for us tonight. I thought it was fitting, given the view.”
“This view is breathtaking. How amazing it must be to come out here whenever you want.”
“I guess I don’t enjoy it as much as I should, to be honest. Work consumes a significant amount of my time. It’s been a while since I last took the yacht out. "
She reaches out and places her hand on my thigh. Heat spreads through my leg into my groin. The slightest movement of her fingers increases the growing tension in my body. If I were here with any other woman, I would have already been pulling her clothing off and bending her over the railing. With Seraphina, though, I can tell that it would not have the desired effect.
No, she is different. A slow hunt. More of a challenge.
The corner of my mouth curves into a smile, and I lift her chin toward my face.
I rarely pay much attention to how it feels to kiss a woman, but her full lips keep drawing me in. I press my mouth into hers again, and she sighs softly against my lips.
My cock stirs. I need to stop before I'm unable to.
“Come.” I stand, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the dinner table.
Seraphina and I sit in the late afternoon light, watching as the sun sinks lower, almost ready to dip into the ocean, while being lost in conversation.
“Why New York?” I ask, dipping calamari into the dark chili sauce.
“I have always wanted to go there. I guess it is because I was born there. It is my father’s home, after all.”
“I also want to go to New York soon.”
“How many times have you been there? What is it like?”
“I have not been there yet.” I shrug my shoulders.
“You haven’t been?” she asks, surprised.
“Not yet.” Her eyes are gripping me with their intensity. I chuckle. “Why is that so surprising to you?”
She shakes her head and sips her drink. “I don’t know; I guess I just assumed that you have been everywhere. Especially New York. Don’t you stay in touch with your family there?”
Guilt ripples through me. Should I be speaking to her about my family in New York? Probably not. It’s frustrating to hide parts of myself, but it’s my norm.
