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“Tempting offer, Sir, but I’m tired. The adrenaline rush from this afternoon has taken a lot out of me. I think, if I was your wife, I would ask my husband to make love to me,” she said cautiously, picking at one of his shirt buttons.

“Since you are my wife and I’m your husband then that is what we shall do. Gemma, you may sit astride me again. This time you can move as you wish.”

Chapter 9. The Pool

Day Four

In the yellow glow of the morning light, Sublime left the coast of Africa behind, heading towards Sardinia. The seas became rougher as the coast disappeared. The sky darkened, and the air went cool. A weather front was passing over. The rolling and pitching woke Gemma, and she stumbled to the bathroom, feeling the urge to retch. She covered her mouth with a hand.

She returned to the stateroom, unsteady on her feet, as Jason opened the blinds and let the daylight into the room. “Keep your eye on the horizon. It will help.”

Gemma managed very little breakfast. They took refuge on the main deck, lower in the vessel where she felt the movement of the yacht less. She curled up in a chair by the window and kept her eyes on the horizon. The white-capped waves smashed against Sublime. She tugged a wrap around her shoulders, cinching it under her chin with her fingers. The sudden change in weather did not seem right for the time of year. Surely, stormy seas didn’t strike in the summer?

By early afternoon, the sun shone brightly, the sea calmed, and the wind had dropped. To her great relief, the seasickness passed as well, and hunger suddenly gripped Gemma. Dario whipped up a pleasant light gazpacho for her, accompanied by tomato-covered bread.

Jason retreated to his study to work. Taking the opportunity to enjoy her hobby, Gemma set up her easel on the sundeck. Her goal, to transfer the extravagance of the yacht to her canvas. An hour passed, and Maria appeared.

“Excuse me, señora.” She gave Gemma a gentle prod. “Señor Lucas sent me to remind you of your treatment.”

“What? Oh, drat. I’d forgotten.” Gemma put down her brush and admired the rough outline.

“Very good. You have excellent brushwork. Now, I’m to tell you, he will not be joining us.”

“Just us two, then?”

“Sí, señora.”

During her subsequent massage, Gemma lay still, feeling Maria’s careful attentions. The masseur’s hands drifted to her upper thighs and the taut muscles of her buttocks. Hands that spread wide, pushing up from the buttocks to the shoulders in a sweep. Gemma groaned as her muscles eased and fluctuated under the firm pressure. Part of her, a small element tucked away, wished Maria would move her fingers a little farther inward. A fantasy she tried hard to dismiss from her mind.

She happened upon Jason in the stateroom as she returned after her massage. “Please, may I swim, Sir?”

“You may. I’ll join you.”

She waited for him to change into his swim trunks, and the pair headed for the larger heated pool on the lower deck. Maria and Enrique followed with towels and robes, ready for when they finished their aquatic adventures.

“Will we go out on the speedboat or Jet Skis?” Gemma sucked in air as the cool water rose up her midriff.

“Plenty of time for that on another day.”

The length of the pool permitted Jason a handful of strokes before he reached the other side. Barely worth the effort. He drew her into his arms, and she accepted his passionate kisses with relish. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Maria standing next to Enrique, resting against her lover. It pleased Gemma, seeing the couple relaxed and informal in their stance.

Jason nibbled on his wife’s neck. “Take a deep breath.”

She had just enough time to suck air into her lungs before he plunged her below th

e surface.

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First Gaspar and Modesto, making a pretence at mopping the upper deck, had peered down between sweeps before Ted had sent them on their way. Then the young bosun stood in their place, leering at Gemma with his mouth slightly ajar. Under such observation, Jason kept the play simple. He would save the more exciting water bondage for the smaller pool on the sundeck. Up there, he and Enrique would bind Gemma, and he would have his fun. Not today. Possibly another week. Timing was complicated. He had made further phone calls while Gemma sunbathed and had her treatments. Now, he had to wait for the weekend.

The boy was too obvious, and Jason had had enough of the peeping Toms.

“Enrique. Get Esteban!” he called out.

Esteban appeared swiftly by the poolside.

Jason gestured to the upper decks. “The audience is unwelcome. If Ted and the deckhands have nothing better to do, they can stay out of sight,” he snarled.

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