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"I will. I swear."
Abruptly throwing the book aside, Brittany rubbed herself into a glorious finish. The climax rattled down her spine and sent sparks though her limbs, then breathlessly sinking into the tingling afterglow, wishing she was curled against Duncan's muscled body, she drifted into a soft doze.
When she finally stirred, she decided to read one more chapter before heading out for a drink, but she found herself once again engrossed in the salacious lives of Emily and Master Jonas. Hours later, bleary eyed and yawning, Brittany finished the last page and dropped the book on the nightstand. She'd read many spanking romance novels, but none had engaged her as completely as Duncan's account of the proper young lady finding the courage to live out her licentious longings. As she turned off the bedside lamp and closed her eyes, the final chapter lingered.
Master Jonas had spanked Emily with his slipper, then tying her over an ottoman, he'd idly toyed between her legs while watching television. When his show finally ended, he kneeled behind her, thrust his turgid member home, and pumped her into a powerful orgasm.
Swept up by a heavy yawn, Brittany wondered if Duncan had patterned Master Jonas after himself. Was he strict like his hero? Did he discipline immediately? Did he carry a small paddle in his pocket? With the questions burning through her brain, she drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Duncan's chance meeting with Brittany had breathed new life in to the last chapters of his new novel, and working late into the night he typed the last line with a flourish. When he woke the following morning he ordered a celebratory breakfast.
"That's enough food for a party," Duncan remarked with a grin as Joe rolled in the cart and laid the dining table.
"I thought you might be expecting company. I asked the kitchen to include an extra place setting just in case."
"Not a bad idea," Duncan mumbled under his breath.
"Will there be anything else, sir?"
"No, thank you, Joe."
The steward left, and surprised by an unexpected flutter of anticipation, Duncan reached for the phone and called Brittany's cabin number.
"Hello?"
"Brittany, this Duncan Rhys-Davies," he announced, wishing he hadn't sounded so formal. "If you haven't already eaten breakfast I have quite a feast here. I finished my latest book last night and I'm celebrating. Would you care to join me?"
"Thank you, Duncan, that would be great. I'm on my way."
"Excellent, I'll see you shortly."
She'd sounded excited by his invitation, and wandering into his bathroom he ran a comb through his hair and splashed on some cologne.
"I wonder what else excites you," he said, grinning at his reflection. "I hope I have a chance to find out."
* * * * * * * * * *
Still tired after her marathon reading session, Duncan's unexpected invitation had sent a shiver of anticipation rippling through Brittany's body. Donning the sun dress she'd been wearing the day they'd first met, she quickly applied her makeup and headed out the door. Reaching his stateroom, she took a deep breath and lightly knocked.
"It's open."
Walking in she found the handsome Brit pouring champagne into a flute half-filled with orange juice.
"Hello, Brittany. Would you care for a Mimosa?"
"Yes, I would, thank you."
"Please, have a seat," he offered, nodding at the dining table by the window. "I thought about eating on the deck, but it might be a bit windy. Seems the weather is kicking up."
"I noticed that too. I poked my head out a few minutes ago and it was blustery."
"I hope we're not in for a storm," he remarked with a slight frown. "It's unlikely this time of year, but squalls are unpredictable. They can whip up almost any time."
"This is my first cruise," she said as she took her seat. "I'm not sure how I'd cope with that."
"The ship's doctor can give you something if you get queasy," he declared, placing the champagne glasses on the table and sitting opposite her. "Hopefully that won't be necessary, but you're here to help me celebrate. Drink up!"
