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Epilogue
Six months later
As a card-carrying workaholic, Cammie wouldn’t have guessed that she’d be on vacation twice in one year.
“Don’t forget, Cammie. You’re supposed to relax this time,” Sabine’s disembodied voice reminded her. “You’re quality control.”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to relax.” Cammie adjusted the straps of her outfit. “It’s all fun and games from this point on.”
“Good.” Sabine was aboard one of the other ships for the maiden voyage of the Kitty Cat Cruise Line. There were five ships in total, all themed differently. “I’m going to indulge, too.”
“There’s only one way to make sure our guests are having a great time and that’s to experience it ourselves.” Cammie slipped her heels on. “I’ll touch base with you tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Sabine hung up, leaving Cammie to check the mirror one last time.
She could have chosen to supervise the murder mystery cruise, but both she and Zane felt like they’d kinda had enough of that type of intrigue for a while. There was the escape room and bondage cruise, but Adam and Missy had opted for that one. Sabine was aboard the Wild West cruise with Trent, and Vivian and her boys were checking out the ghostly encounters cruise, which had various port stops to tour haunted places.
Cammie had selected the fun and games cruise because it had felt right that Zane and she celebrate six months of being together with some play.
Six months. She’d never had a relationship last as long, but now that she did, she was ready to do the dirty in role-play form.
Zane was waiting for her in their designated room, so she slipped out of their suite then headed down to one of three role-play decks.
After Sabine had bought out Cal’s fetish cruise line, she’d spent a buttload to revamp the ships, transforming them from just okay to fucking fabulous. She’d gutted cabins, repurposing them for private playrooms that had limited the number of guests who could get on board—and that had driven the price up to purchase a coveted spot on one of the ships. There was a waitlist in the hundreds that was growing by the day, and after the maiden voyages, which included some strategically placed influencers, those lists would explode.
“Hey, Cammie!” Elena, one of the Cats, came sauntering toward her, all decked out in latex that looked painted on and hugged her generous curves so seductively that Cammie wondered if she could pull that kind of thing off. “Love that outfit.”
“Thanks, love yours, too, a lot.” Cammie walked with Elena into the elevator. “How are things going in your room?” Sabine had invested hundreds of thousands of dollars to create variously themed areas for group play. Elena managed the tag game, which was set up to look like a city but was rigged to allow all manner of climbing and jumping, running and hiding—the perfect set-up for folks who liked to chase or be chased.
“Amazing, of course.” Elena preened. “We’re just getting a new game started if you want to check it out.”
“Maybe later.” Cammie nodded to deck button she’d pressed. “I’ve got plans this afternoon.”
“Ohh-h, yes, you do.” Elena winked. “Have fun!”
“Thanks, lady. I’ll catch you later.” The doors opened and Cammie walked out. Now that she was steps away from seeing Zane all decked out in his costume, butterflies ruffled her stomach, and she couldn’t keep the grin off her face.
They’d been able to maintain a long-distance relationship while he’d settled things up after the Dark Matter cruise. He’d needed time to recover from his head injury and sell his place in Daytona. He’d insisted that he’d never really loved the sun and sand and had been meaning to spend more long-term time in New York, a place he’d only visited here and there before. But she’d suspected that he was as into her as she was into him, and he’d moved to her hometown three months before. They’d been enjoying each other ever since. He’d done a few freelance jobs for Sabine as well as continuing his own PI work—no murder investigations, just hunting down merchandise like missing boats and expensive cars that had loan defaults.
Being on this cruise together would be the first time they’d had more than a handful of hours to enjoy one another’s company without work getting in the way.
She stopped outside Role-Play Room number four and took a deep breath—well, as big as her outfit would allow—then let it out slowly. She straightened her corset, making sure her cleavage still popped but that her nipples didn’t quite poke out yet. This was a big step for her. Role play was always reserved for special relationships, committed relationships, because it demanded that Cammie step way out of her comfort zone.
Zane was on the other side of the door, waiting. She lifted her hand, turned the knob, then stepped into another world.
“Don’t move.” Zane’s rough voice made her toes curl. “Where’s your ID?”
“I told you who I am. Why do you need proof?” Cammie’s arms were behind her back, both wrists in the strong vise grip of Zane’s one hand.
He yanked her back so her spine arched. “Don’t be sassy.” He growled against her ear, sending shivers along her skin. “Give me your ID.”
“It’s between my boobs,” she bit back. “There’s no way you’re squeezing it outta my corset.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.” Zane laughed in a dark and dangerous way. He slipped his hand over her hip, up her corset to the tie that held it all together. “One tug and I get what I want.”
“You won’t get away with this.” Cammie tried to shake herself free but there was no getting out of his hold on her wrists.
“It’s you who won’t get away.” He tugged the ties binding her corset closed and unraveled the top portion. Her tits pushed against the stiff fabric, forcing her nipples to peek over the top. “You owe me money. Never paid me for my investigation.”
