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“Ooh, yes, please let me come?” she pleaded, his threat feeding the onset of her climax.
“Give me your orgasm right now!”
But she was already lost in the exploding, shimmering, endless spasms flooding every part of her being.
As Elizabeth shuddered through the powerful orgasm, Scott tightened his hold on her hips and surrendered to his, groaning loudly as the crackling convulsions swept through his body. Sucking in a long, deep, satisfied breath, he slipped out and padded slowly into the bathroom. Moments later, sliding back between the sheets, he found her barely conscious.
“Scott,” she murmured groggily, her eyes half-closed. “I need to ask you something, two things, actually.”
“Go ahead, then we’re both going to sleep.”
“Uh… you weren’t wearing a condom.”
He chuckled. “Sure I was, and that wasn’t a question.”
“I didn’t see you put one on.”
“That’s because I was already wearing it when I joined you.”
“How did you know I’d want to have sex?”
“Next question,” he replied, pulling her into his arms.
“No, no, not until you answer that one.”
He paused. “You did, didn’t you?”
“Well, yeah, but—”
“End of discussion. Next question,” he repeated.
“Have we reached the island?”
“Yep, I dropped anchor, that’s why I came down.”
“Don’t we have to go ashore?”
“We don’t have to do anything—well—except sleep. We’ll head to the beach in the morning.”
“Thank God,” she said, letting out a breath. “I can’t move.”
Surrendering to a yawn and moving an arm around her, he closed his eyes and began to drift off, thinking how perfectly she fit against his body.
The Shady Shack had been a waste of Dan’s time. Frustrated as he’d climbed into his rental car, he’d decided to drive back to Red Hook, hoping a search of the catamaran might prove more fruitful. If the captain had been harboring Elizabeth there might be proof she’d been on board. Now sitting at an elevated vantage point, he checked his watch.
12:42 a.m.
The expensive timepiece was something he had to wear.
It had been given to him by his boss, and often felt like a handcuff.
Lifting his night vision binoculars, he scanned the marina.
Not a soul in sight.
Leaving his car and stretching his cramped limbs, he popped the trunk, retrieved his small evidence case, pulled on a pair of latex gloves, and moved swiftly from the parking lot and marched down the dock. Reaching the boat, he cautiously climbed on board and approached the door to the salon. Unlocking it in seconds, he stepped inside and pulled out his small, powerful flashlight.
It was risky.
