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We’re about three seconds from naked when Valentin knocks on the door, and asks “can I come in.” Lucia jumps off me and straightens her clothes.
“Yes,” I reply, “come in.”
“Sorry, did I interrupt?” I look at Lucia and her hair is a dead giveaway to what was going on before he knocked, but she politely says,
“Not at all.” And hurries off to see to Raul.
“We will have dinner in the dining room on the owner’s deck in an hour, I would love if you joined us. I have arranged for the on-board nanny to come watch Raul for you. I am sure you could both use a night off.” He has no fucking idea how good that sounds. Those weeks on the island before Lucia arrived I thought my nephew might kill me, it’s hard to be always on.
“Thank you, we would love that,” I smile, thinking maybe we should get a nanny on the island after this. Some help might be nice, for both of us. Although Lucia never complains, she loves caring for him.
“I will be in the cigar lounge until then,” he says with a wave, “if you need to finish up what you started.” Lucia is in the doorway blushing ten shades of red, and I can only laugh. I have a feeling we will only finish that up after dinner tonight when no one will interrupt us. If I start now, I won’t be able to stop, we have been apart too long as it is.
CHAPTER23
Lucia
I thought living on a tiny island with a baby was hard but being trapped on a boat is somehow worse. I’m going a little stir crazy, there’s nowhere to hide. There are staff around every corner, and Valentin’s crazy parties that rock on all night long. I’m tired, and it really is not a place for a little one.
It’s strange because before Sal kidnapped me, I would be living my best life on this yacht. I’d be drinking and partying with the rest of them, but my priorities have changed. Nothing about the high life appeals to me any longer. I want more simple things, it could rain money and I wouldn’t care. There is more, I just want a connection with Sal, and all the time to love Raul.
“We will be getting off the boat in Split tomorrow.” Sal comes up behind me and kisses my neck, soft tender kisses all the way down my collar bone. “I have arranged a car, and we will be staying at my villa in Podstrana,” he says, until now he hasn’t really told me any of our plans. Just that we’d be safe. I’m looking forward to getting onto land and being alone with the two of them again.
“It sounds beautiful,” I say, turning around to face him. We’re invited to a farewell dinner on the deck this evening. I was getting ready when he came into the room looking all hot and bothered after being upstairs in the sun.
“It’s not an island, but it will do until we can go back.” Anywhere with him will do, I don’t mind where we are. I would just rather not have it be where so many other people are. Sal kisses me, and I might be showered and clean, but he’s covered in sunscreen and feeling frisky. They must have had a few drinks on deck this afternoon while they were ‘fishing’ - there are no fish to be seen.
“We’ll be late for dinner,” I say trying to stop his naughty little grope. “You’re making me all dirty, I need to get dressed.”
“I’ll be quick,” he smirks, “you can get back in the shower with me, I’ll make sure you stay clean while we get dirty together.” He is so bad, because now I want to get back in the shower with him.
“Sal,” I hiss when he slides his warm hands down my cool naked body, teasing me just enough that he knows I won’t be able to say no, “you are going to make us late.”
“I am going to make you come, then we can think about dinner.” He lifts me up off my feet, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard chest is pressed against my body, he smells like coconut oil and sin. There is no point in protesting, he isn’t going to stop now.
“Hmm,” I moan as he walks under the spray of hot water still carrying me. His swim trunks are in the way of us being completely naked and I fumble to untie the drawstring. He shoves them down and kicks them to the side, then he grips my ass in his hands, kissing me like we are two teenagers who might get caught behind the bleachers.
I wrap my fingers around his hard cock standing between us and slowly slide them up and down. His breaths get shorter, and he bites my lip when it gets too much, signaling me to stop — or slow down. I don’t want to, I like making him squirm. He does it to me all the time. I’m not past some tit-for-tat.
“Lucia,” he growls, “you are playing with fire.” I like it, I might even want to get burned. The water cascades down his sculpted body, highlighting all the parts I would love to lick. “I can see what you’re thinking, dirty girl.” I lick my lips and he slides his fingers between my legs, just enough to tease.
“What am I thinking?” I ask him, looking him in the eye, “Jesus,” I blurt out when his soft teasing turns to him pushing his finger into me with no warning. When I open my eyes again, he curls it inside me so it puts pressure in my g-spot.
“You were thinking about using that pretty little mouth to tease me.” He strokes my clit with his thumb, and I have to swallow the moan as it escapes me. “You wanted my cock in your mouth.” His thumb rubs slow circles, while his finger plays with my g-spot, the sweet tingling pressure of my orgasm is building. I know he won’t let me have it that easy, Sal likes to tease and play games until neither of us can take it.
“Sal,” I beg him, “please. Don’t stop.” I shouldn’t have said that, his wicked sexy smile when he looks down at me and the way he stops moving his hand drive me crazy. I shift my body against his hand desperate to get back, to find the release I was so close to.
“What do you want Lucia?” he asks me, his gruff voice only making it harder to think about anything other than him filling me up. “What are you begging for, beautiful?”
“You,” I hiss when he pulls his finger out. “I want you.”
“You want me to what?” Sal likes it when I beg, it makes him even harder.
“I want you inside me,” I grip him in my hand again, “please.” He makes a feral sound, almost a growl but deeper. Pulling my hand away, he smiles. I know that smile, I am going to get exactly what I want — only I will get it his way.
“Turn around, put both hands on the wall,” he says his mouth against my ear. “Spread those gorgeous fucking legs of yours for me.” I do exactly what he says, my pussy dripping wet wanting him. Sal’s hands grip my hips, and he slides his cock between my legs. Rubbing through my wetness, teasing me even more. I wiggle trying to force him to slip inside me, but he holds my hips steady putting a swift end to that. “You’re trying to kill me, Lucia,” he says, still torturing me.
“You started it,” I whimper, wanting him more.
