Page 51 of Eat Your Heart Out

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Ali

My body grumbled. I tried not to say a word, but Gerard heard it. It was louder than the ship, which had entered calmer waters.

He raised his eyebrow.

I patted my stomach and admitted, “I’m a little hungry.”

He rolled off me, and I shivered without his muscles to keep me warm. He reached toward the other side of the bed for his phone. “We can have food delivered.”

I shook my head and squeezed his hand beside me. “Wait, it’s the middle of the night. We can go.”

He gazed down at me. “The chef probably has the staff preparing food for meals, cutting whatever he wants for today.”

We were from entirely different worlds. I curled my legs to my chest. Maybe it didn’t matter how different we were when we were alone.

My heart rate increased as I asked, “No one sleeps?”

He tilted his head. “Everyone sleeps, but they work in shifts, so someone is available to bring us whatever we want.”

Fair. I was getting too much in my head, and I nodded. “Okay, I’d like a water and maybe some fruit.”

He picked up his phone and dialed. “Please send us bottles of water, a fruit tray, and champagne.”

My skin buzzed, but I waited until he hung up to ask, “Champagne? Are we celebrating something?”

His arms curled around my thigh. “You. Me. Us.”

I dropped the sheets and curled into him. “They’ll knock?”

“And leave it by the door.”

“Perfect.” I nuzzled his neck.

Together felt intense and wonderful. I needed more of him. When I pressed my palm to his chest, I felt his rapid heart. I lowered my hand, exploring him. His hard muscles took work, I knew, but they were so different than the muscles I’d earned from hard labor. Then I reached his huge cock. I traced it and wondered how long I could drive him wild.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

I decided to be bold and kissed his dick. “Oh, if you don’t realize what I want, then I’ll make it more obvious.”

I tensed as I yearned to give him everything he could ever want from me. I took a deep breath then licked his already hard penis.

He groaned. “Damn, you’re good.”

I laughed. “For you, Dreamboat, only for you.”

He stopped me and slipped on a condom.

I opened my legs and sighed when he pressed inside my core. We were one, and right then, the intensity of his rhythm was wild and hot. I would never have enough.