Page 93 of Meant to be Mine

“You’re right,” I said to Hollis. “I need to figure it out.”

“Sooner rather than later,” he said. Then he clapped me on the shoulder and moved away, giving us space.

Kensey reached me and slipped her hand into mine. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I lied. “Everything’s fine.”

She smiled and leaned into me. “Good. Because I’m having the best time.”

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close. “It’s not too warm out for you?” I asked.

“It’s not bad in the shade,” she said.

“Why don’t we give ourselves a private tour of this place?” I suggested.

“We can’t just go snooping around someone’s boat.”

“Yacht, and we can. Come on.”

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KENSEY

Drew took my hand and led me away from the main deck, down a narrow corridor I hadn’t noticed before. The sounds of the party faded behind us. The music, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses all became muffled as we descended a set of stairs.

“Drew, where are we going?” I whispered, even though there was no one around to hear us. I was worried security was going to jump out, flashlight beams in our faces with the jangle of cuffs promising a shitty night.

“Somewhere private.”

My heart kicked up a notch. The way he said it sent heat pooling in my belly.

“This isn’t your boat,” I hiss.

We passed several doors before he tried one, pushing it open to reveal a guest cabin. It was small but luxurious, with a queen bed covered in crisp white linens, wood paneling on the walls, and a porthole window that let in filtered sunlight. The gentle rocking of the yacht was more noticeable down here.

Drew pulled me inside and closed the door behind us, locking it with a soft click.

“Drew, what are you doing?”

He was on me before I could finish the thought. His mouth found mine, hungry and insistent. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He backed me toward the bed, his hands everywhere—my waist, my hips, sliding up my ribcage to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Someone might catch us,” I breathed against his mouth.

“That’s what makes it exciting.” His lips moved to my neck, teeth scraping lightly over my pulse point. “Remember to be quiet.”

A shiver ran through me. I should have protested. I should have been the responsible one and suggested we wait until we were back at his place. But the heat in his eyes and the way his hands were already pushing up the hem of my dress made rational thought impossible.

“What about a condom?” I managed to ask as his fingers found the edge of my panties.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil packet, holding it up with a grin that was pure sin.

I couldn’t help it. I grinned back. “You came prepared.”

“I’m always prepared when it comes to you.”

He dropped the condom on the bed and returned his attention to getting me out of my dress. The fabric slid up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties. His eyes darkened as he looked at me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.