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“Freezing.”
“I can think of one way to warm you up…”
His body is close now. He leans in, and I can feel the heat of his breath on my cheek.
I shift away. “People are going to see.”
“And?”
“And…you just got a divorce. Isn’t your family all about…propriety? Appearances? It might look bad.”
“Maybe I’m tired of being good.” He puts a finger underneath my chin, tilts my head up, and closes his mouth over mine. It’s hard not to melt against his lips.
But I break away. I put my hand on his chest, forcing distance between us.
“Jason…look. The other night was fun. Really…amazing. I needed that. But.”
“But,” he repeats.
“But…I have a lot on my plate now. With everything that’s going on with Otto…I don’t really have room for another man in my life.”
“I respect that. So what about an arrangement?”
I squint at him. “What kind of arrangement?”
He shrugs. “I just think about those poor vibrators you have at home. All those batteries you must run through.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. “Wow. Call PETA.”
“I was thinking…how about the next time you want to cum, you buzz me instead?”
My eyebrows nearly fly off my forehead. The way he says it…so casually. Like he’s offering to carry my groceries for me. “Oh yeah?”
Those ice-blue eyes meet mine, and he doesn’t drop eye contact. “Any time of day. You need me, I’ll be there. And I’ll make your thighs shake.”
I bite my bottom lip. “I think I might need…a test drive…”
He glances around, and then he slips his hand into mine. He tugs me off the railing. “Follow me.”
“I have to stay here, Otto—”
“Is with Grandma.” He steadily pulls me forward. “We won’t be gone long. I promise.”
I should know better. I’m an adult now. I can’t afford to be sneaking around with Jason goddamn King.
So why do I follow him around the side of the ferry, to the back, and through a green door marked “Staff”?
Immediately, we’re greeted with the loud grinding of the engine. It’s a beast—a copper metal thing that churns and hisses in the middle of the room. The wall is covered with levers and gages measuring…who knows?
Next to the instruments are large posters retelling the history of the ferry, with old black-and-white photos of it from way back when.
“Are we supposed to be in here?” I ask. I have to get close to him to raise my voice over the sound of the engine. The smell is rough, like fumes.
Jason crinkles his eyebrows at me. “Whoa. Trouble. Are you a rule follower now?”
“I’m a mom. A mom who doesn’t want to spent her night in the brig.”
“Relax. They give tours here all the time. No one cares.” His fingers link with mine again—his black gloves are soft, and he guides me further inside. We move around the copper monster, and Jason tucks me into a room that is barely the size of a phone booth—it looks like some sort of operations room, maybe, with a desk full of switches and levers. When he closes his lips over mine again, this time I find myself leaning in. I search his mouth with my tongue, tasting his heat, and I can feel the vibrations of his moans.
