Page 111 of First in Line

“Yeah, I knew that tiny slice wasn’t enough for you.”

“Right?! It’s my birthday! Give me half the cake, atleast.”

I chuckle, forever amused by her love of desserts. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Still holding hands, we walk to the Jacuzzi. When she releases me, it’s to slip her dress over her head. Her stunning body reveals itself to my eyes, the candlelight enhancing each perfect curve of it. Aware that she has all my attention, she slowly walks up the steps and, after one glance back over her shoulder, lowers into the warm water. Bewitched, I watch as she crosses the length of it and settles in, facing me, her siren eyes beckoning me to join her.

Eager to comply, I open my black button-down and throw it on the floor by her discarded dress. As I busy myself with my slacks, I’m reminded that I didn’t think of everything, after all. Fuck, I forgot to bring a swimsuit. And I’m not wearing anything underneath—one more birthday surprise I planned earlier as I was getting ready for dinner.

Fuck it. It’s just the two of us, anyway.

When I chuck it down and reveal my bareness, she lets out a small gasp that quickly turns into a giggle. “Jackson!” she gently scolds as I climb up and get in, buck naked.

“What? You’ve seen it before. Hell, it was in your mouth at some point this morning.”

“What if someone comes?”

“It’s dark. They won’t see anything.”

I sit opposite her, and we look at one another in silence for a moment. She makes a move first, crawling in the water all the way to me. When her lips are less than an inch from mine, she whispers, “Thank you for all this,” and then gives me a grateful kiss.

She barely pulls away, and something in the way she looks at me makes my chest ache.

I can’t fucking believe I lost this woman at some point. That was the greatest fumble of my life. Thankfully, it looks like I’ll be able to fix it after all.

“Anything for you, princess…”

She’s about to lay her lips on mine again when the lights suddenly turn on. Including the ones inside the Jacuzzi.

Startled, Evie lunges away, returning to her earlier spot while I look around with some amount of panic. What the—

A blonde woman from the crew is approaching, holding towels. She lays them on the wooden space that surrounds the tub. Worried she might see something she shouldn’t be subjected to, I hide my dick and balls, cupping a hand over them.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize services were still needed,” she explains with her hands behind her back.

“Uh, they’re not,” I say. “But thank you for the towels.”

“Of course. Would you like champagne glasses?”

“Not really. You can return to your cabin. I promise we’re good.”

“Alright. There’s an intercom over there, if you need anything.”

“We won’t.”

“Of course.”

“Can you turn the lights off on your way out?”

“Sure thing, sir.”

She leaves with the same quiet efficiency as she came, and the silence that follows feels deafening. Evie and I look at each other, unsure what to make of what just happened. She cracks first, letting out a giggle that seems to stem from a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. I chuckle as well, shaking it off.

“Come back here,” I demand, grabbing her foot under the water and tugging her toward me.

She’s more than willing to follow the command and settles over me, her round ass pressed over my bare cock while her head rests on my shoulder. I grab the bottle of champagne and open it. When bubbles pour out, I quickly bring it to my lips to drink them and avoid the mess. I then hand it to Evie, who takes a couple of sips.