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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tim’s life probably would have been infinitely easier if all he’d wanted from Valerie was sex. He could turn her over onto her belly and give her the hard fuck she so obviously wanted, and they’d both be happy in the end—at least, at the end of the night. But the more time he spent with her, the more obvious it seemed to him that she could be so much more than that. She could be everything he wanted.
He only had a few days to test his theory. Fortunately, though, there was no one around to pry or interrupt, and she couldn’t run and hide—not easily, anyway. People often bonded after being in close quarters for a short period, and he was counting on that. Thanks to her wild little sister, he had maybe three, hopefully four, days to get to know the woman. That might be enough for him, but he was under no illusions that would be all it took for him to enchanther.
Darkness was creeping over the horizon by the time he got the boat crawling along on autopilot going a bit east-southeast with the proximity alarm set. He wanted to be in much deeper water by the time he stopped the vessel for the night. While he worried about location and anchoring, she could sleep, and he could think about things like long-distance relationships, fucked-up floor plans, and fatherhood.
He found her in his personal quarters on her knees and rooting through the contents of his lower dresser drawer. As he’d asked, her breasts were still uncovered, still so fucking enticing.
He knelt beside her and rolled one dark brown nipple between his fingers. “Enjoying yourself with my treasure drawer?”
She bit down on her bottom lip and he released the nipple. She pulled in a breath, then nodded tightly.
“See anything you like?”
“That…that’s a loaded question.”
“Hmm.” Maybe it was. He kept his toys and implements generally unsorted and lumped together because he was never quite sure what he’d be in the mood for, and a lot depended on his partner. He had a hunch what he’d use on Valerie first, though. She seemed like exactly the kind of woman who’d feel so safe when she was bound.
He held up a skein of soft, black rope and studied it. It was brand new. Everything in the drawer was brand new, actually. He’d never brought a partner onto the Good Neighbor before.
“I’m going to have to trust you know what to do with that,” she said.
“It’s one of the things I’mbestat.” He gestured toward the drawer. “Show me what you like in there.”
She drummed her fingers on the drawer front and stared into the deep compartment.
He wondered if perhaps she were overwhelmed and if he should take some of the choices away so she could make a decision, but then she pulled out a flogger and a paddle and looked at both. “I…I don’t know.”
“Tell me whatI don’t knowmeans.”
“It means ‘maybe but I’m not sure how I felt about the last time’.” She held up the flogger with its soft leather strands and comfortable handle. “Obviously, this would hurt less depending on who’s using it.”
“And where the strikes land.”
She nodded. “But…” She held up the paddle. “I might entertain the idea again.”
He filed that information away for later. He didn’t want to mark her skin. He liked it the way it was—though it could do with a bite here and there—but if she liked a little pain with her play, they could negotiate something.
“Okay.” He put both implements inside the drawer and got her to her feet. He pulled her body against his and kneaded her ass because it was his for as long as she was on that boat, and ignored her soft chuckle of amusement. “How about some dinner?”
“I could eat.”
“Did you see anything else that interested you while you were rooting around in my quarters?”
“Mm…maybe.”
“Are you being bratty or shy?”
“I’m neither of those things. I just don’t know if your idea of interesting is in sync with mine.”
“Well, you can tell me over dinner.” He gave her a little swat and watched her ass bounce just once before she clenched her cheeks.
Mmm. A habit to break.
He turned her and guided her out of the room, working her dress up over breasts as they went. “You’re distracting. Won’t be able to eat if I’m thinking about eating you.”
“And I bet you’re hungry.”
