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"Yes," I say. "But you helped him out a lot."
He shrugs off the compliment. "It's what I do." He looks deep into my eyes. "You and your father are very important to me."
I lean into his strong embrace and breathe in the woodsy scent of his cologne, feeling safe in his arms. We sit there in silence for a few moments, soaking up the warmth of each other's presence.
Ivan pulls away and takes my hand in his. "Come on," he says, leading me back to the hall’s entrance. "We still have a lot more to explore. Show me everything you love about this museum."
And with that, we continue our tour around the museum, exploring its many wonders while I toyed with the idea of telling him how I really feel.
But before I can make up my mind, the moment has passed. Maybe it’s for the best. Memories of my mom are clouding my judgment. I have to remember that he is who he is—a playboy and my father's friend.
I’m looking for a long-term commitment, not a single night of passion. The thought of a night with Ivan causes wetness to pool between my legs, but I swallow the feeling. It’s not meant to be. He has his life, and I have mine.
We step out in the warm air and head to the pub. When I look up into his bright hazel eyes, I can't help but wonder if the spark between us will ever turn into something more.
We sit at a table on the deck of the Lighthouse Pub. Ivan sips his beer, and I have an iced tea.
The view from the deck is stunning and tranquil. The sun is setting, painting the sky in all shades of orange and pink. Gulls fly overhead, their cries echoing across the harbor while people stroll along the dock below. The salty ocean air fills my lungs with peace as I take it all in.
"What do you think of Martha's Vineyard?” I ask.
Ivan smiles and sets down his beer. "It's beautiful, especially right now. I can't believe how lucky I am to be here with you."
My heart flutters as he looks into my eyes. "Don't talk like that."
"Why?" He leans forward. "You feel it. I know you do. I see the desire in your eyes every time you look at me. I can feel the energy between us. Just like I felt it at the club."
I take a deep breath, trying to remain composed. "Ivan-"
He takes my hand in his. "Cassidy, I know it's wrong. You're Antonio's daughter." He shakes his head. "Maybe if I knew that when I first met you, I'd feel different." His eyes move over my body.
"I've thought about you ever since that night." He caresses my fingers, sending shivers up my arm and down my spine.
"It's too risky," I whisper, trying to pull away.
"I think of you at night, in the shower, and when..." He leans in and whispers, “I jerk off, think of you, and imagine I'm fucking your tight pussy."
My cheeks flush, and my pulse quickens. His words hit me like a freight train, and I don't know how to respond.
He moves next to me. “Do you want to know what it feels like to have me inside you?”
My heart races as his lips brush against my ear. His warm breath on my neck sends a thrill through me that I can no longer ignore.
Someone clears their throat. We look up, and the server is smiling down at us. “Sorry to break you two apart.” She holds a serving tray. “Your food is here.”
Ivan returns to his seat, and the server places our plates in front of us, and another server brings a basket of fresh rolls.
I look down at our plates, marveling at the delicious food. The Lighthouse Pub has the best seafood on the island. My meal is a lobster bisque with slivers of sherry-braised tomatoes and peppers, topped with chives and parmesan cheese. The rich aroma of the bisque fills my nose with a savory blend of spices, making my mouth water as I lift my spoon.
Ivan has chosen Peconic Bay scallops, served on creamy mashed potatoes and sautéed spinach bed. His plate is garnished with small slices of lemon, giving off a sweet and tangy scent.
My stomach growls.
He laughs. "Let's dig in." He winks. "We'll resume our previous conversation later."
I nod, pick up my spoon, and eagerly sip the bisque. The flavors explode in my mouth; creamy and sweet, with a hint of smokiness from the peppers. I close my eyes and savor each bite. A small moan escapes my lips.
He arches a brow. "That good?"
