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"I'm not going to make you do anything." He then encouraged me forward with a light chuckle. Placing me in the bow, Dale stepped in behind me, placing his hands at my waist, precisely like in titanic. "It is an experience worth trying, though."
Laughing, I lifted my arms out to the side, closing my eyes.
"Do you trust me?" Dale whispered.
Before I could respond, he picked me up and tossed me overboard. My heart broke at the moment it took me to leave his arms and fall. Screaming, I looked up to see Dale observing me, his eyes smiling, but they dimmed when they saw mine.
Then I hit netting below me, and I rolled breaking the connection. It was a soft landing; the mesh stretching to take my weight and preventing my fall to the sea below. Staring at the water meters below, I lay there amazed that the churning sea hadn't devoured me. When I realized I was lying in a hammock of some kind, I started laughing – more stress relief than joy at this point.
When Dale climbed down beside me, I pulled back to smack his face, but Dale caught my hand. "I'm sorry I scared you. I've learned that if you ask women to jump into the widows net, they won't."
"So, you threw me and let me think you were tossing me overboard?"
Caressing my cheek, Dale's face softened. "I wanted you to experience this, Vera. Sometimes, it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission." I glared at him. Gazing past my face to the roiling sea, a smile spreading over his face. "Here comes the fun."
Before I a chance to look, a wave roared beneath us as we headed out between the heads. Breaking on the prow of the ship, it splashed us in the netting above. Gasping at the cold water, I turned to watch the next wave coming towards us. We were flying out through the heads of the harbor, soaring above the tempestuous seas.
The waves were guardians of the sea, pushing back against the boat as if to hinder our escape. The yacht, too strong for the protectors, barged its way through their defenses. Despite how I got here, I felt myself smiling as we glided out to sea. The splash of the waves no longer cold, but amplifying my excitement. Cheering with each dousing, I yelled my enjoyment to the angry waves.
Fingers threaded into my hair, startling me when Dale turned my face to his. His eyes were ablaze with happiness and desire. Taking that all in within a blink, I exhaled sharply as his mouth crushed against mine. Melting into his kiss, lust surged through my system. Rolling me, Dale pressed his body against mine, his lips pinching, demanding my mouth open to his.
Moaning, I relinquished, opening my lips only enough for the tip of his tongue to tease my opening. My hands clung to his back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his skin.
A massive wave crashed against the prow, soaking us in the spray. Soon, the sea calmed beneath us, accepting defeat, and permitting our voyage. Our kissing slowed to match the calmer waves. My heartbeat, moments ago galloping in my chest, tempered to a trot.
Placing a restraining hand to his chest, I pushed, and Dale withdrew. Indigo eyes full of imprisoned passion, warned me of the heat Dale would unleash if I gave him permission.
"That was the most intense sail through the heads I've ever encountered," Dale murmured.
Licking my lips, I struggled to find my voice. "I agree."
Blessing me with a sinful smirk, Dale glanced at my mouth, as if considering another taste, but he resisted. Eyes bright, he caressed my face. "So, forgive me?"
Slamming my palm against his chest in a playful manner, I smirked. "Not yet, but I'll consider your application."
The sound of Dale's laughter made my stomach somersault. "Let's get you back on deck and warmed up."
Using the netting to pull himself up, Dale climbed up to where it connected with the railing. I tried to copy his grace, but anyone who has ever climbed a net before knows, that shit isn't easy.
Waiting patiently by the top of the netting, Dale held the railing. Stumbling over my own feet and hands, I climbed between him and the boat. As I came beside him, Dale reached for my upper arm and helped me up, ensuring I had a good hold on the railing before he let me go. Scurrying over, I sighed with the relief of being back on deck.
"I understand why women balk at going down there. I wouldn't have been able to climb down there." My legs and arms trembling with a little fear after I'd seen the fall to the water if I missed the netting.
"Hence, why I threw you with no warning." He grazed his fingers over the goosebumps on my arm. "Will you ever regret the experience?"
"Only if you hurt me. Then it will serve as the disastrous moment where having hope became my mistake."
Dale caressed my shoulder like he couldn't resist touching me. "I will never destroy your hope." Taking my hand, he led me to the hot tub. While I climbed into the warm water, Dale retrieved my hat and plonked it on my head. From his shirt, Dale recovered his sunglasses then stepped into the tub with me.
Floating next to him, my eyes watched the scenery as we sailed the coast. The others joined us shortly after. They chatted and laughed about photoshoots the girls had done on boats or involving hot tubs.
Heidi was a swimwear model and had done a lot of shoots on yachts or at the beach. With her lighter skin tone and voluptuous assets, Juliet was an underwear model.
"My first modeling job was as a plus-size model because my hips and bust were above the industry standard. It didn't matter that I was a size eight everywhere but around my breasts. At the time, my curves were not the norm for the modeling world, and they considered fat."
Gaping at Juliet, I couldn't fathom her being plus size anything. "That's ridiculous."
"I know. I almost refused the job, but I'm glad I didn't. I used the shots from that job to apply to other agencies. Most of the others also tagged me as fat and weren't interested. But Mr. Hearn offered me a contract as a lingerie model for an upmarket lingerie store. After twelve months as their second model, I scored the primary contract for the last three years."
