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Yeah.” He nods and heads over to the bar. He starts pouring two glasses of wine. “The realtors’ shindig is on a dock three slips down from ours. We are on a boat for dominant sugar daddies to meet new submissive sugar babies. Everyone else on this boat is here because they want to be.”
There are no words to describe how baffled I am. I make a choking, sputtering noise.
Cole comes over and sits beside me. He offers me wine and I drink half the glass down.
“I’m sorry that you ended up here,” he admits. “I gave you the same bad directions that I had. It could’ve gone really sideways.”
“Are you kidding? What if I ended up here but you didn’t? I could’ve easily missed you. Then I would have been all alone.” I gulp in oxygen. “You saved me.”
Cole takes my free hand and squeezes it.
“From danger that I indirectly put you in. But the important thing is that you’re okay. I mean… I didn’t actually ask. Are you okay?”
I close my eyes and exhale. When I reopen my eyes, I am calmer.
“I think so. That guy was….” I shudder. “He was touching me and he wouldn’t listen when I told him to stop.”
“I’m so sorry.” Cole pushes his hand through his hair. I catch his hand and feel it shake.
“What’s going on?” I ask, looking at his hand.
He laughs a little but it falls flat.
“I blame it on the surge of adrenaline I got when I ran upstairs and… and saw you pinned against the couch. My vision went red and I lost almost a whole minute there. I scared him off, I’m guessing.”
My heart gives a painful squeeze.
“You did.”
He looks at me, his dark blue eyes intent on mine. “All I could think was that that ugly old geezer had his hands on you. And you are mine. I would do anything to protect what’s mine.”
Under Cole’s direct gaze, I melt at his words. Because I am his. No matter what anyone says.
Setting my wine glass down, I take his from his hand and set it on the ground as well. Then I turn to him, my eyes burning into his, and cup his jaw. His eyes drop to my lips. I press my lips against his.
Kissing Cole is like putting a fork into a toaster. Except instead of getting blown back, pure electricity pours into my soul and coats my entire body. Every nerve ending is alive. Every hair rise and prickles.
I’ve never been so utterly alive as I am when Cole opens his mouth against mine.
Eventually I pull back, my breathing ragged. He looks at me with a hunger that is unquenchable and unmistakable. I put my fingers to his lips.
“I hate to be the one to say it. But this yacht is probably crawling with CSAT readers looking to snap a pic and send it in to get it posted. If we are trying to keep out of the public eye, we shouldn’t get caught making out here like a pair of horny teenagers.”
A muscle tics in Cole’s jaw but he coughs into his hand and looks away. “You’re right. You’re always right, damn it.”
I grab his hand and pin him with a look. “We could… go somewhere more private. Later, I mean. If we ever get off this yacht from hell.”
He scans my face. “I think I’ve wanted to hear you say that since we first met.”
I flush bright pink but offer him a shy smile. “What, that we’re on a yacht from hell?”
“No, the first part where you propositioned me, you absolute goon. Who do you think I fantasize about every night when I’m alone in bed?”
I gulp. “Me?”
It comes out as an undignified squeak. But he just smirks.
“Yeah you. You and I have gotten up to some dirty things in my mind.”
