Page 43 of Beauty & Chaos

“It’s...stunning.” She sighs.

Yes, it is.

The one-hundred-twenty-foot yacht was designed and built for me almost three years ago. I don’t use it as much as I’d like, but it’s one of my favorite toys. With summer coming to an end, and a sexy woman to impress—manipulate—I thought Lady Alliance would be the right tactic.

And it might keep my cock out of her sweet pussy so I can actually have more than a five-second conversation. Though I’m not counting on it.

And I hope I never desire anything so absurd in my life again.

“Is this yours?” Brook asks, glancing around at the polished wooden flooring on the teak deck, the white leather seating, and sparkling stainless fixtures.

Lifting my sunglasses as we step into one of the cabins, black marble countertops greet us.

“Stupid. Of course, you own it. I was just thrown. I thought your driver was taking me to...never mind.”

With my hand on the small of her back, I press closer, needing to smell her perfume and the smell of fresh soap on her skin.

“Where did you think my driver was taking you?”

“Nowhere.” She turns to me and finally lifts her face, removing her sunglasses, and I’m hit with the beauty of her bright blue eyes and long dark lashes.

Stay on track.

Ignore her beauty...or at least don’t fuck herallnight.

I love that she’s impressed but can’t help thinking I missed something. Where the hell was I going to take her that required this much clothing?

Unless she’s using it as a tactic to not sleep with me tonight. To keep my eyes off her gorgeous body. Neither makes sense. She’s the one insisting we don’t date.

But there was that moment on Sunday morning when I dropped her off...when I slowly lifted my mouth from hers and, like I was drunk, I got lost in her eyes and saw my future.

Fuck, that was dumb.

Most terrifying moment of my adult life.

I left so fast, then five minutes later had to force myself to not go back.

Regardless, Brook is either going to melt in all those layers or she’s undressing.

“Let me take your jacket and hat.”

Without hesitation, she removes them, and I suppress my curse as I take in her black tank and leggings, which show off every single fucking curve. In her black heeled boots, she looks like a goddamn seductress. A sexy siren. A dark and dangerous sniper come to destroy me.

I’d let her.

When her hat comes off and her blonde hair tumbles down her back in waves, I lose the fight.

I take her hips tightly and cup her breast. “Trying to cover the goods, Brook?”

“Maybe I was feeling the cold.” She swallows, her eyes on my mouth.

“Ask me to kiss you.”

Her eyes glisten playfully. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Vixen.

She knows she doesn’t have to. My mouth slams down on hers as I press my body hard against hers.