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“Sex.” She confirmed.
“Yes.”
“How well do you know the building?”
“Not well at all.”
“Well, you’re in luck. I know it like the back of my hand. I’d prefer a couch this time.”
“Come with me. I’ve another idea.” He changed direction, leading her toward the illuminated docks.
* * *
Tarik helped her onto a houseboat. The craft was huge, unlike any she had been on, and nice. Really, really nice. So were his tux, shoes, and the Rolex on his left wrist.
The man was an enigma. He worked at a known dive bar in the Narrows, reputed to be frequented by bikers and a rough clientele, and seemed to fit in. Yet, he was a member of the Founders Marina, which was by invitation only, after a lengthy vetting process, and was equally at ease around money and power.
“Yours?”
“Now. I had her refurbished.” His hand patted the rail.
“Lights or candles?”
She clapped her hands together. “Oooh, candles please.”
“Anything to drink?”
“Wine?”
He pulled his phone from a hip pocket, activated the flashlight, and took her hand, leading her toward the stairs. “Let’s go below. You alright if I give you a tour later? I’m itching to peel that dress off you.”
* * *
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, lighting candles and placing them around the bedroom.
She sat, scooting back so she was fully on it and watched him undress. It was so deliberate and slow, his eyes never left hers as he kicked off his shoes and dispensed with the tux jacket, tie, and pulled his shirt from the pants. His hands lifted to deal with the studs.
Julia came up on her knees and moved so that she was directly in front of him. “Please. Let me.”
A crooked sexy smile lit his face and his eyes darkened.
His respiration picked up as she worked, slowly, enjoying the intimacy of undressing him, her fingertips grazing his warm skin. Once his shirt was open and displaying his magnificent torso, she addressed the cufflinks.
Tarik’s hands closed around her wrists as she reached for his pants. “You’re done for now. My turn. Stand up.” He demanded quietly.
Julia faced him, her heart threatening to jump out of her chest, it was pounding so hard. Her breath quickened as he brushed his knuckles over her cheek, then trailed to her mouth where he pressed the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip and stroked it. She was flooded with warmth and her sex clenched in response.
His eyes pinned hers, heavy with desire. “Your skin is soft. Turn around.”
She swallowed and turned. With very little touching, Tarik had managed to turn her into a hypersensitive and craving. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take before begging him to fuck her.
His breath was warm on her shoulder as he lifted her hair and kissed her neck, then leisurely licked and sucked. With the other hand, he unhooked the straps of her dress. The top folded over in front, exposing her breasts to the air.
Tarik’s groan was guttural as explored and played with them, pinching the pebbled nipples. “So sweet. Perfect for me.” He nipped her shoulder, then unzipped her. The dress pooled at her feet.
She stepped out of it and pushed toward the wall, out of the way. Goosebumps raced over her skin as his fingers whispered leisurely over her shoulders and back, driving her mad with want, her body arching toward him with every touch and kiss.
Tarik continued moving lower, palming her exposed globes, his breath deep, but even. “Another thong,” he murmured in her ear, licking the shell, and pressing his thick shaft against the small of her back.
