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He unclasped his kilt and let it fall to the deck then snatched the condom. Cammie flipped her skirt up, then tore her tights right down the crack of her ass. Her pale skin shone in the night sky like an actual moon, and all he wanted to do was leave his mark. While he rolled the condom on his dick, he revved up his other hand then gave her a slap that echoed across the open space.
She cried out as she rocked forward, and before she could settle back, he did it again, marking her other cheek with his hand. He used his palm like a paddle, keeping his hand firm and taut as he slapped until her ass cheeks had a rosy glow and radiated heat. She tried to squirm away, but he held her in place as he leaned down to kiss her tender flesh. She moaned and writhed, slipping her fingers to her clit, letting him know that she wouldn’t wait for him. He’d punish her for that later, but for now, he yanked her thong out of the way then pinioned her fast and hard, sliding into her tight, wet pussy with a groan.
He slapped her hand away and took over rubbing her clit as he pummeled her from behind. He couldn’t help but fuck her like a piston, going so fast that his brain barely registered that his climax was already at the brink of explosion. He couldn’t dig in deep enough. He couldn’t rub her fast enough.
She moved with him, keeping pace with each thrust, pushing back for more, rolling her hips so that his dick got harder and his balls grew tight.
Her scream was husky and ended with a long moan as her pussy spasmed around his cock, squeezing him like a vise until he couldn’t hold off. He couldn’t keep his climax at bay and bellowed his own release so that it cascaded along with hers.
* * * *
They lay in a tangled heap of arms and legs and sweaty bodies, clothes askew and not a care in the world. The night air was cool but not cold. The smell of the ocean cleared Zane’s head and the unbelievable sparkle of the stars above made him grateful for every moment he got to spend with Cammie in his arms, sharing this time with her.
“I found Salis,” she said as she traced a pattern over his chest.
“You did?” Zane looked down at her at the same time that she looked up at him. Her eyes were crinkled like she was holding back a giggle and he couldn’t help thinking how much he wanted this to last forever.
Which was all wrong for a guy who only wanted a fling.
“He was in the dance cage. I saw him just before the crowd took me.” She grinned. “He was pretty good too. Definitely had some moves.”
“Definitely not dead then.” He nudged her closer.
Cammie snorted a laugh. “Nope. But also definitely not the guy who was on my floor.”
“Obviously not, if he was dancing in a cage.” He squeezed her as she laughed again. “I suppose we need to figure out a way to get into cabin ten and check if Frankie is there.” Because no matter how much he wanted to stay there all night, he knew there was a job to do. Maybe it wasn’t the job he’d come on board to tackle, but it was one that needed getting done.
“Yeah, I was thinking about that.” She shifted herself up, her tits swaying beautifully, completely distracting him and making him reach out to— “If you do that, we’ll never get my plan started.”
He was only millimeters away from her nipples. “Hmmm?”
She swatted his hand playfully. “I was thinking that the crew cabins are probably close to empty tonight because of the party. Not only that but there are a dozen more events underway as we speak. I checked the itinerary.” She tugged her corset closed, shutting her glorious tits away and, in doing so, snapping him out of his nipple fog. It took her seconds to retie the ribbon that held her top closed.
He pushed back his disappointment. She was right, of course. They had to get back at it.
“So, you think we should sneak down there to see if we can find Frankie?” He had the urge to push back, to convince her to lie there with him all night. He wanted to fuck Cammie again, then sleep under the stars, but he knew she was right. They needed to keep working. Time was not on their side.
“Exactly.” She tugged her ripped fishnets off before putting her heels back on. “I think we’ll have a better chance of not getting caught if we go right now.” She plucked his kilt from the edge of the lounger. “If we run into trouble, we’ll just pretend to make out again.”
Zane snatched his kilt from her fingers while at the same time trapping her wrist with his other hand. “Pretend, my ass.” He yanked her closer then kissed her with everything he had. There was no way he would ever be able to pretend to want this woman. For him, it was full on, one-hundred-percent undeniable attraction. With the way she curled into him, her hands roving his chest, he suspected it was the same for her.
Which meant that they were both in a butt-load of trouble, because Zane knew it was going to take everything in his power to give her up and walk away. They might have started something that was only going to end up fucking with his head and maybe, no, definitely, fuck with his heart.
What was worse than being alone was knowing that there was someone out there who could shine a light in the darkness and make a man feel whole again. He hadn’t laughed so much in decades—maybe ever—and being with Cammie made him feel weightless. Knowing that there was someone out there who Zane wanted to be with but who was not available was definitely going to fuck him up and yet, nothing would stop him from being with Cammie now, not while he could, not while she was available to him, while she wanted him, too.
