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She screamed as I circled her clit faster, her body straining as she fought the urge to pull against the hook. Her back arched and she moaned, unable to escape it.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

“Come for me, little sailor,” I urged.

I could do this all day and night, teasing her until she folded to the pleasure pulling her in.

Mine, mine, mine.Every thought was possessive, and I didn’t even care. She wasmine.

Demi’s thighs trembled as she came, her sharp yell echoing around me. Her pussy was slick against my fingers, a long moan parting her lips as she orgasmed.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “I love watching you come for me.”

Demi let out a soft, breathless laugh as she came down from the high of her orgasm. Her eyes fluttered, her breaths softening. I could hear her heart thundering in her chest, beating wildly from the rush of constant pleasure.

“I love the aphrodisiac,” she said after a few moments. “We should save that for when we want things to be intense.”

I nodded in agreement. It certainly wasn’t something we’d use all the time, but it was nice as a little treat. “Are you ready for me to help you out?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

I leaned up and gently turned her face, stealing a kiss. Then, I unchained her and carefully eased the hook from her body. After we cleaned up and put everything back in its place, Demi slid into my arms, her head resting against my shoulder.

She relaxed so completely in my arms, and it wasn’t long until I heard her soft snores.

I love her already.My chest squeezed and I closed my eyes too, basking in the feeling of this moment.

In just a few days, my life had changed for the better. There’d been a hole in my heart, and Demi was filling it.

I just had to trust that fate had brought me the right person, and she would soon feel the same for me too.

9 /ROCK THE BOAT

Demi

It was my third day on shift, and I was over it. Completely and utterly over it. I hadn’t touched Marina in two days, and I missed her so much that my chest felt hollow.

Just a couple more, I reminded myself as I pulled on my gear.

The first day, Marina had followed me for the first six hours, but it’d made me nervous. Sometimes, the captain had harpoons shot through the water, and I suddenly had a fear that one would hit the woman I was falling in love with.

My mate.

It’d only been a week, but I knew it was right. All of this was right for me. Every moment spent with her confirmed that Marina was who I’d been missing my entire life.

There were a lot of people in my life who would never know about Marina, though, and it made me sad. I’d have to introduce them to the world of monsters.

The one person in my life I was excited to tell about Marina was my dad. The older fisherman had his own stories about the sea, and he knew all about monsters. Especially sea monsters.He’d be happy for me, as happy as he was the day I came out as a lesbian. My dad may have looked like a scrappy redneck, but he was the most accepting person I’d ever met in my life. Both of us missed my mom way too much, and it saddened me to know he’d never marry again.

Although, I got it now. After meeting Marina, I couldn’t imagine ever wanting someone else in my life.

I was not, however, looking forward to the amount of dad jokes he’d crack in front of Marina once we had dinner with him. Maybe we’d set something up on a pier somewhere . . .

“Dem—what the hell are you doing? Get over here!”

I startled as the captain’s gruff voice echoed from our vessel, a steel harpoon boat that’d been in service the last four decades. I ran across the deck and met him, offering him an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Jake. Just thinking about things.”