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Dane snaps to his senses when he hears a dull thud, followed by a strange-sounding grunt from Brittany.
"Oh, shit," he calls out, seeing Brittany's head hit the headboard, her body being pushed forward with each powerful thrust.
"Don't stop! I swear, Dane, you better not stop," Brittany demands, her voice rough. "I'm there. Oh God, I'm right onthe edge." She puts her hand out, her palm pressed against the headboard to absorb the impact. Then she cries out as he thrusts again, burying her head in her pillow to stifle the sound.
Dane feels her contractions grip him, her body shuddering. He pushes in one last time, holding himself there, his breath catching in his throat. His spine tingles, the muscles at the base of his cock contracting as he releases into the condom, a massive wall of pleasure bursting from his core.
Spent, Dane half leans, and half falls against Brittany, pushing her collapsing body into the mattress. It takes him a minute to catch his breath and get himself together. Finally pulling away, he goes into the bathroom to clean up. When he returns, he scoops Brittany into his arms, tenderly holding her, his mind spinning.
My God, that was more than satisfying. It was fucking hot. Brittany drives me wild, and we're such a perfect match. The way I care about this woman goes far beyond sex, and I don't know what I'll do without her. Fuck! I don't want to be without her.
Dane closes his eyes and holds her tighter, his revelation like a jolt in the gut. What he wants and what he's able to do are worlds apart from each other. After the cruise—when he packs up and goes home to London—his duties, responsibilities, and status within the company will increase, leaving even less time for a relationship than he had before. Dane doesn't see how anything permanent could work between Brittany and him, regardless of how much he wants it to.
His heart aching, he kisses the top of Brittany's head and buries his face in her hair, the scent of warm vanilla tearing at him even more.
Brittany begins to stir just as there's a knock on the door. She pulls back and looks up at Dane, concern creasing her face.
"Are you expecting someone?" Dane whispers, confused at who it could be. He and the ladies had been so careful he didn't think he'd been seen.
"No, but I better answer the door. If I don't, whoever it is might get suspicious."
Brittany gets up and slips into her robe while Dane kicks his shoes under the bed, grabs his clothes, and hurries into the bathroom. He switches off the light as Brittany goes to the door and squints an eye at the peephole.
"Shit," she mutters before poking her head in the bathroom. "Stefi and Sergei are at the door. They both work the desk in reception."
Dane sighs. "I know who they are. You're going to have to see what they want."
Brittany steps to the door and opens it.
"Miss Walker, we know it's late, and we're sorry to disturb you. But the gentleman in the cabin beside yours said he heard pounding on the wall and asked us to check on you." Sergei looks embarrassed, his voice apologetic.
"I didn't ask you to check on her! I told you there's someone in her room, and I know who it is." Jerry's voice carries through the hallway. He sounds angry and frustrated.
Dane cringes. He can see Brittany from where he's hiding in the shower. Her face is flushed, and she looks livid, her hand tugging at her ear.
"Excuse me? This man has harassed me, watched me to the point of obsessiveness, and accused me of attacking him. And now, he's accusing me of what? Harboring a fugitive? A murderer? Some imaginary person? I was sleeping. Is that not allowed?"
"She's lying! She wasn't sleeping. Something hit the wall. I heard it. My wife heard it. That bartender is in there with her. I know it!"
"Shut up, you fucking asshole, and leave me alone," Brittany growls. Appearing to check her anger, she grabs the door frame and sighs, the sound deep enough that Dane can hear it from the bathroom. "Look, there's no one in here. If you have to check, then fine. Just do it." She backs away from Sergei, her body blocking the bathroom entrance, the pocket door wide open.
Sergei steps into the cabin and walks toward Brittany's bed, then retraces his steps until he's standing beside her. He suddenly maneuvers around her and leans forward, poking his head into the bathroom.
His body stiffens. Then he takes a step back.
"I apologize for disturbing you. You're right. There's no one in here. Again, please forgive us for the intrusion." Sergei nods and walks out, quietly closing the door behind him.
Jerry's voice is audible in the hallway for another minute. Then there's silence.
Brittany turns on the bathroom light and pokes her head inside. Dane's standing in the glass-enclosed shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his clothes in his hand.
"What on earth? There's no way Sergei didn't see you."
Dane snickers and shakes his head as he exits the bathroom. "Oh, Sergei saw me, all right. He smiled and gave me a thumbs-up."
"Oh my God, now someone else knows. He'll tell Stefi, won't he?"
"No, I don't think so. Luka and I have hung out with him a few times. I think he'll keep what he saw to himself." Dane starts laughing as he sets his clothes on the dresser. "Of all the cabins on this ship, Jerry happens to be booked in the one next to yours. That means he heard your head and your hand hit the headboard. That is just precious."
