And he doesn’t. “One more time for me, baby.Yeah, just like that.” I muffle my cries into the balled-up sheet clutched in my fist, riding through my second orgasm until I’m a boneless mess on the table. The aftershock fades, and every breath I take is shaky and uneven.
Othello leans over me, his mouth brushing mine before his tongue traces the curve of my lips, coaxing them open. Then he dives in, kissing me passionately.
This man is dangerous.
His lips hover over mine when he asks, “So, how would you rate your massage today, ma’am?”
I pull him back to me, kissing him desperately before I answer.
“Five stars.”
34
what if
MARLEY
The wedding buzzaround Carina and Gavin’s wedding had grown impossible to ignore. Entertainment blogs were posting updates daily. Guests staying at the resort were showing up outside the resort gates hoping to catch a glimpse of Carina, Gavin, or one of the many celebrity guests in attendance. With the resort reserved exclusively for wedding guests, paparazzi had been forced to get creative, staking out entrances and nearby beaches instead.
Privacy was becoming harder and harder to come by.
Which is probably why today’s celebration is taking place several miles off the coast on a yacht the size of a small mansion. The boat is ridiculously huge and extremely gorgeous.
I can tell Othello is trying his hardest to be social, and I shoot him a thumbs-up when I feel like no one is looking.
“Good job,” I mouth, like a proud schoolteacher. This only makes him laugh. We play Never Have I Ever, dance barefoot on the deck, and drink Pina Coladas made with way too much rum.
Todd, with his immense ego, dares everyone to jump off the side of the yacht. According to Jayla, it’s a 15-foot drop, and she wasn’t having any parts of it.
The men, on the other hand, went eagerly, ripping off their shirts and jumping without hesitation. Danielle and I are the only women brave enough to take the leap.
“It’s too high,” Jayla frowns, whipping her head so hard her hair slips from its gold banana clip. “Plus I’m not swimming with Nemo and them. Y’all can have that.”
“There could be sharks down there,” Lety frowns from her lounge chair. She’s reading a fantasy book, her shades doing little to hide her mortified expression.
Camila, who has been resting on her back with the straps of her bathing suit off, says nothing. She is either asleep or doesn’t give a damn about what’s going on.
“I’m with Jay,” Carina adds. “Plus, I don’t want to get my hair wet.”
“Don’t be like that,” Gavin shouts excitedly. He and the boys are back on the boat, dripping wet, Gavin reaching for Carina’s wrist. She tries yanking away from him, but she isn’t fast enough and pulls her toward the edge of the yacht. She squeals and hollers for Gavin to let her go, but he doesn’t let up as her heels dig into the deck, trying her hardest to get out of his grip.
“Wait! No!” she hollers.
But his strength is no match for her tiny, petite frame.
“Gavin Wade, don’t you dare!”
In one swift motion, Gavin wraps an arm around Carina’s waist, pulling her back against his chest before launching both of them over the side of the yacht and into the Pacific.
We all gasp and rush toward the railing, waiting to see the wrath of Carina. But instead, her head explodes through the sea with a laugh so loud and infectious that the rest of us immediately start laughing too.
“Y’all boys ready to see how it’s done?” Danielle hollers before she jumps in with a beautiful swan dive. It was damn near flawless, and I’m almost too ashamed to follow up with my cannonball jump.
“Let’s go, Marley!” someone hollers.
I gather up some nerve. 15 feet high?
I stand near the edge of the yacht, staring down at the endless blue water crashing softly beneath us, suddenly far less confident than I was five minutes ago. The distance between the deck and the water somehow doubled the second I walked over here. It didn’t seem this high earlier.
