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This man could be trusted with her safety. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her because he was proud of her and notafraid to tell her. Even though she sat in a minuscule rubber boat, practically in the middle of the ocean, she was safer than she ever had been in her life.

“You want to tell me what’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours?” he asked.

If she told him, would he still be proud of her? Did he understand fear, even though he’d probably never been afraid of anything? Because even though she’d only known him a few hours, this man was stealing her heart.

Better to find out he wasn’t who she thought he was now rather than after she’d invested months and left everything behind to be with him, only to find out he was a sleazy, jerk-faced jackweed.

Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “I lied. I am afraid of boats. Like, really, really terrified. I know I told you I was afraid of jumping out the window, and off the cliff, but I think that wasn’t so much fear as common sense. But I’ve been afraid of boats for a long, long time.”

She held her breath again, but this time in anxious anticipation. Please let her not be wrong about him. Please let him be a real Daddy and not some creep who just wants a woman to serve him like a slave.

He reached for her, pulling her to him and curling his fingers around the back of her neck. “Thank you for telling me, Tildi. Thank you for your trust. I won’t take it for granted. One day soon, when you’re ready, you’re going to tell me why that was hard for you. But for now, here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to sit right here between Daddy’s legs as I get us to the rendezvous point. I’m going to hold you the whole time. Does that sound better?”

She could barely speak past the lump in her throat, managing to warble out a whispered, “Okay.”

He smiled that crooked smile. “Okay, let’s get this life jacket on you. It was made for me. It is designed to keep a man weighing two hundred and eighty pounds afloat. I’m guessing you weigh, what, one hundred and twenty pounds sopping wet? What I’m trying to tell you is you are not going underwater with this on.”

He lowered it over her head and cinched in the waist.

“You good?” he asked. At her nod, he added, “Good. Now, let’s get you settled.”

He sat on the floor of the raft right in front of the motor’s steering stick. Then he pulled her into his lap, tucking the mylar blanket around her and pulling her back to press into his front. He wrapped his arm around her ribs and held her tight.

She relaxed against him, stretching her legs out in front of her, and closed her eyes. If she didn’t see the endless horizon of water they were heading into, she would be much calmer. With her eyes closed, she could pretend they were riding a motorcycle or something, anything as long as it was on land.

With her eyes closed, the rhythm and vibration of the small craft were soothing. It was almost like getting a massage. She snuggled further back into Boone. He was like a furnace, and his warmth was just what she needed to relax even more.

Once he knew she was comfortable, Boone sped up. That meant the motor worked harder and faster. Which meant the vibrations of the boat’s floor also grew in intensity. It didn’t take long before a need began to build inside her. A need you never would have convinced her she could have on a boat in a million years. If she’d ever imagined a situation like this, she might have gotten back in a boat years ago.

Boone must have noticed her squirming. Either that or the boat was affecting him as well. At least something was if his ever-hardening cock pressing against the crack of her bottom was anything to go by.

Soon her arousal took on a life of its own. The bottom of the boat was soft, which meant every bounce of the craft over the top of the water affected her. It was easy to imagine the pounding came from the stiff cock at her backside rather than the waves of the sea.

The thong of her panties put pressure in all the right places as well, and it was all she could do not to grind against the floor of the boat. The only thing stopping her was the huge wet spot that might be there when she stood up.

Despite her best efforts, a tiny moan escaped. Mortification forced open her eyes. Unable to control herself, she wiggled backward again to feel more of his hard cock, causing Boone to groan. “Bluebell, if you don’t want your tour of the yacht to be delayed for an hour or two when we get aboard, I’m going to need you to sit still.”

Here she was, freezing cold on a tiny boat in what felt like the middle of the Pacific, and she laughed—laughed! It bubbled up from her belly and escaped through her lips, shocking her.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” he growled, hopefully only pretending to be upset. His fingers flexed at her ribs, and she froze. “Naughty girls who make their Daddies hard and then giggle get consequences.”

Curiosity now warred with the desire burning inside. She wasn’t curious enough to overcome her fears and turn around to look at him, so keeping still, she asked, “Wh-what kind of consequences?”

He must have heard the fear in her voice. “Look at me, Bluebell,” he demanded. “I’ve got you.”

And he did. His broad hand was strong as he held her steady. She could do this. It wasn’t like her manic stare at the horizon was keeping them afloat. Probably. Sucking in a deep breath, she did as he asked.

Shifting slowly, she moved enough to look up at him and forgot about where they were. The heat and hunger in his eyes… no one had ever looked at her like that. Not with the same intensity and passion. She wasn’t just some girl who had ruined his plans to take out a target and was now around to scratch an itch. No, he wanted her as much as she wanted… she didn’t know exactly what she wanted, but whatever it was, she wanted to explore it with him. Just him.

He released the till long enough to turn her back around to face the front of the boat. Nestling her more securely between his thighs, he leaned forward to speak into her ear. His heated breath sent trills of desire down her body to settle between her thighs, where it turned into a steady, insistent quiver.

“All that squirming you’re doing makes Daddy think his babygirl has a problem that needs solving sooner rather than later.”

Even with the icy wind in her face, her cheeks felt like they might burst into flames. He knew. Of course, he seemed to be just as turned on as she was, so maybe it wasn’t so embarrassing. But he wasn’t done.

“If I touched that pretty pussy of yours, would I find it soaking wet?”

Oh god! She was going to come just from his words. No one had ever spoken to her like that. It caused the quivers tormenting her kitty to grow into a throbbing pulse.