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“I’m sorry, ok?”
She grew completely still in my arms. “Pardon me?”
It was clear that she was shocked. I was shocked as well. I couldn’t remember the last time I had apologised and actually meant it.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, and this time the word was easier to say. “I handled that whole situation wrong.”
“What, inviting an old lover to dress me and have dinner with us? Letting her touch you and not saying a word when–”
Whirling her in my arms, I silenced her with my mouth. My lips hard on hers, I parted them, my tongue tracing back and forth.
“All of that. I didn’t think, ok, I didn’t think. I’m not used to…” Loosening my grip on her, I waved my hand around, motioning at the yacht.
“Don’t give me that! You are so used to having women on this boat.” Mirth made her eyes glitter.
The corners of my mouth twitched. “Not women like you.”
“And what makes me different from them?” Cocking her head to the side, Taylor looked genuinely curious.
I was curious as well, if I was honest with myself. What was it about her that made her different? It wasn’t just her sweetness. Tonight had proven she wasn’t all sweetness and light. So what was it?
“Because I want to spend time with you.” I finally said. “I want to watch you brush your hair and stand guard when you sleep. I want to know what makes you smile and what makes you cry.” My chest rattled. “I want to get to know you.”
“And those other women you just wanted to fuck?”
“I want to fuck you more, Taylor.” I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding between us. I wasn’t about to put her up on some pedestal. She wasn’t an angel, and that was lucky because the things I wanted to do to Taylor were filthy.
Filthy and oh so fucking enjoyable.
“Our night together.” I whistled. “I’ve thought of nothing else since. My mind is full of you.”
“Judge.” Reaching up, she finally touched me. The tips of her fingers brushed at the stubble on my cheek.
“I mean it. I don’t know what it is about you, but I need it. So say you forgive me and go and put your PJs on.”
Confused, she looked at me. “Am I being sent to bed like a bad girl with no dinner?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “If you were a bad girl, I'd have bent you over and spanked you already. No, go and get comfy. When you’re ready, come back and find me. I’ll give the crew the night off and get us some food.” Uncertainty made my voice quiver ever so slightly.
I was about to put myself out there. Really and truly. Taylor wouldn’t be impressed with lavish displays of money or power. I should have known that. If I had any chance of winning her heart. I had to let her see the real me.
The me who no one else alive had ever seen.
TAYLOR
The Judge was waiting for me when I appeared back on deck. But not at the dining table. He was lounging back on the huge wrap around lounge chairs. His muscled arm spread out along the back, and his face was in profile as he stared out at the twinkling lights of the shore.
It gave me a chance to really look at him. And not just lust after him. Classically handsome, he could have graced the cover of any high end magazine. Yet he had chosen a life of…what? Crime?
In his case, crime really did pay, or so it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money, but because like he had said, he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.
Smiling like he knew my eyes were on him, he turned his head. “Come and join me, Taylor.” Not moving a muscle, he watched as I approached. “I managed to put together a plate. I gave the crew the night off before I remembered I can’t cook. But if this isn’t enough, I can wake the chef up.”
“There’s a chef?” Curling my legs under me, I shivered. Summer it might be, but it was a cool night.
“Yes, Taylor, there's a chef. I need one. As I said, I can’t cook.” Eyes appraising me, he reached behind me, pulling something soft and sweet smelling over my shoulders. A shawl or throw of some kind. I snuggled down into it, and it instantly vanquished the cold.
“Me neither,” I admitted with a smile. “I mean, I can survive, but I’m not good.”
