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“You’re the only guest I’m concerned with hosting.” I lean over and grab the plate of strawberries. “Here sweetheart.”

I watch her bite; she closes her eyes and smiles, savoring the sweetness. “Mmm, these are the best strawberries.” She leans over and pops the last bite into my mouth.

“Yes, they are.” I grin looking down her body.

“Must be another perk of your lifestyle.” She pushes the plate aside, climbing on top of me kissing me seductively, dipping her chocolate laced tongue into my mouth. Humming as she explores, she rocks her hips against me.

“Oh hell,” I growl, flipping her hard, causing her to laugh. “If you start that up, we will never get of this room.” I growl looking down her body rubbing my shaft against her sex. “I want nothing more than to strip and ravish you.”

“I feel bad, you didn’t get to …” She purses her lips as she leaves the statement open. I laugh.

“Oh, trust me, this has been quite satisfying for me. I will get off, all in good time.” I watch her get up and start straightening her swimsuit. I’ve got a boner from hell right now. “You’re going to have to give me a minute before I can go up.” I stand gulping my warm gin. I like it better cold.

She walks over and wraps her arms around my waist, kissing my chest. “Thank you.”

“For what?” I give her, her cosmo. “We’ll get you a fresh one.” I walk with my hand on the small of her back.

“For being the most unselfish man I’ve ever met.”

“You’re worth the extra time, ladylove.” I kiss the tip of her nose as we go up to join the others for lunch.

AMELIA

“Well, well they do live in the sun.” Tierra beams at me. She’s totally trying to decide if we had sex. I laugh as Tierra and Tina are both eyeing me.

“Go ahead, I know what you want to ask me,” I tease as we playfully walk towards Toni, who is already holding my cosmo.

“Oh yeah she had an orgasm, I see it in her walk.” Tina laughs. “Toni, three red-headed slut shots.”

“Toni, can I get Mr. Starks a fresh gin on the rocks, please?” He’s already grinning as he slides it across the bar.

“And your shades Ms. Amelia; you left them on the lounges earlier.”

“How do I keep forgetting these? Thank you.” I slip them on as I walk over to the L-shaped sofa. “Here sexy,” I breathe, sounding a bit sexier than I intended.

Quinton grins when I give him the gin. “That’s pretty damn hot, you serving me in a bikini.” Andy and Michael grins their appreciation.

“I guess my scullery maid attire was a bit overdressed at the inn.” He bursts into a deep, throaty laugh as he reaches for me to sit with him. I lean back on the cushions—the sun feels good, warming my skin, my face. I keep my eyes shut, listening to the sound of the yacht cruising through the water, music playing in the background.

They’re drilling him about what we did. He sounds like a frat boy bragging about hitting third base. They rag him about not bringing it home. I feel his hand slide around my knee, caressing my thigh. “I’ve brought it home countless times, this is different.”

“Damn right it’s different, you smitten kitten.” Gerry swaggers up. “Some things that are hard and fast are amazing.”

The steward stumbles, tipping the shots over. “Shit,” I hiss, jumping up as cold liquid hits my thighs. Quinton, does too, noticing the culprit. He already doesn’t like the steward.

“Oh! Ma’am I’m so sorry. Let me get it.” He grabs his towel, trying to blot the spill, groping at my legs. But he doesn’t register where he’s putting his hands, trying to get the liquid before it gets on the cushion.

“Hey … hey!” I scream swatting his hands away.

“Ah hell.” I hear the anger in Quinton’s voice as he shoves him back, snatching the towel from his hands. “Toni,” he calls. Pointing at the steward he yells, “You don’t fucking put your virgin hands between her legs.”

Toni snatches him by the shoulder, almost pulling him to the ground. I watch Quinton take the towel, wiping my legs and thighs. “Did he touch you?”

“No.” I see Toni reaming him.

“Really, what a fucking loser,” Tierra comments.

“How the fuck does he not understand his position?” Tina asks. “If that had happened on my daddy’s yacht, he would’ve been thrown overboard.”

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