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“Rory! Rory…”

Oh, God. How many times have I called out his name? I chomp down on my bottom lip and whimper. This is madness. Can too much pleasure consume a person? I want it to end, and yet it seems like it would be a fool’s request to wish this kind of experience to cease prematurely.

“Come on, Charlie. You can do it.” Rory’s palm runs up my spine and then zigzags back down as though he wants to touch as much of me as he can. His fingertips leave tingling behind as they go. Does everything about him cast a spell?

It must because his next words have me granting his request on command. “Come for me, Charlie. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

That dam of pressure behind the cable bursts, lofting me to a height I’ve never known. The world goes black. My head, light. There is nothing but me, Rory, and a wave of euphoria that crashes over me. The waves keep coming. Just when I think it can’t go on any longer, he makes a long guttural sound and pulses inside me. My eyes flare open, but all I see are spots. It’s an odd sensation of being filled with heat, but then my channel clenches around him in time with his pulses. While it’s so foreign, there’s something about it that makes perfect sense. We’ve become our own nature program—my body drawing from him in time with our need. I don’t have to worry about either liking or hating him. About him knowing my secrets or my kinks. About the world or anyone knowing what we’re doing. About judgment or insecurity. It’s just perfection. Two bodies that are in complete harmony. His growls and moans rain down on me as I siphon his release. Once again, I’m greedy, just like he said. I surrender to it, collapsing back down onto my arms, riding through the unavoidable reaction.

When my breathing finally slows, and I manage to open my eyes, it’s like being born. I’m warm and so sated; it should be a new definition of serenity.

The touch of lips to the back of my shoulder gives me pause. I’m on my side. Rory is behind me. That warmth I feel is coming from his chest pressed to my back and his arms wrapped around me. How long have we been lying here like this?

One of his hands runs down my side and stops on my hip. I can feel his spent cock pressed against the back of my thigh. Glancing down, I find a pool of my release in front of me. Hell, how did I come so much again?

“Are you all right?” he asks.

I can’t believe he’s asking me that, like I’m some kind of virgin. Worse yet, I can’t believe the concern fills me with even more warmth. I have no idea if I’m all right. How can I be? I just let Rory McDonnell fuck me and now he’s spooning me while I light up over his words of aftercare.

I nod once and let out a grunt, trying to figure out how I can disentangle myself. What happens now? Surely, he’ll get up and make some snarky remark soon. Thank goodness this cruise is over tomorrow. I can go back to Portland and bury myself in my routine without having to interact with him again. We won’t ever have to talk about this. Our strange association outside of work is done.

His palm slides to my stomach, though. Whiskers nuzzle my neck, and his thumb rubs back and forth over my abs.

“Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

I feel that intimate whisper all the way to the deepest part of my tender channel. Is he doling out lip service as a consolation prize for his victory over me falling for his charms? No one can mean the things this guy says, even if they are good for my ego.

“I dreamt about you being in my bed so many times,” he murmurs, giving me a squeeze and cuddling closer. He…what?

“Wait until you see the one at my house,” he continues. “You’ll never want to leave it.”

His house? Does he think I’m going to come over for a repeat…athis house?How…how would that work if I even wanted to? I can’t believe I did this once, and he’s talking like he has me in the bag.

Oh God, he’s kissing my neck again. My heart thumps thick in my throat. This is… It’s bad.

I can’t become some secret plaything of the damn CEO. Tensing, I suck in a breath and push myself up, but I don’t get far.

“Hey, hang on. We made quite the mess,” he chuckles.

The mattress shifts, and I see my opening when he gets up. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I’m poised to get up and snag my trunks. Instead, I freeze and clench my asscheeks together.

He’s right. Wedidmake a mess. His release dribbles out of me.

Oh, fuck. I’m leaking on his bed a foot away from where I just left a small lake.

Rory turns back to me with his towel in his hand. There’s a strange smile on his face. It’s not the mischievous ones I’ve seen before. This one looks almost adoring. It must be how self-conscious I feel at the moment. He drops to a knee in front of me like he’s going to clean me up the way he did the other day.

How much clean-up is he planning? My ass too? And then what?

First, all that crazy shit he said. Then, he insinuated that I could come to his house. What is happening? I don’t want to find out. I have to get out of here.

Springing up, I sidestep past him, avoiding eye contact. Bending down, I snag up my shorts, cringing when something warm dribbles down the inside of my thigh. I stuff my feet into the leg openings of my damp trunks, hopping toward the door with each step.

“Hey, hold on. Don’t you want to—”

“I’m good,” I cut him off. “I’ll…shower in my room. Goodnight.”

I’m almost in the clear, mere feet from the door. He must think I’m so disgusting, sliding my trunks up my legs with an ass full of cum dripping from me and my cock covered in my release. I don’t give a fuck, though. I’m in survival mode.