Page 43 of Mister Daddy

Carter’s blue eyes gleam.

“Which is exactly what I intend to do,” he growls. With that, my frame goes shivery and soft as we make our way out of the store. After all, this man likely just bought five figures worth of jewelry if not more, and all if it was for me. Not only that, but he’s pushed me along the path of starting my own business in an area that I adore, and offered me a round of seed money to boot. It’s incredible and as I smile at him with tears in my eyes, my heart feels awash in love. Yes, love, because it’s the only way to explain the tidal wave of happiness coursing through my form as Carter takes my hand in his once more.

“Thank you,” I say as we enter his stateroom. “You’ve been so supportive in every way, not even counting the jewelry. You’re kind, and you seem to think so many good things about me.”

The handsome billionaire nods.

“And like I told you before, Abby, I’m a good judge of people. After all, my job as CEO is to see and understand people. I put different employees into the right slots so that they can do their best work, and for you, I see real promise, sweetheart. I see brains, beauty, and insight, but I also see resourcefulness and grit. These are important qualities for an entrepreneur, and you have them in full.”

“I do?” I ask through bleary eyes. “But how?”

He gently strokes my cheek, leaning in for another passionate kiss.

“You’re responsible, girly girl,” he growls. “You pay your debts, you have a high credit score, a good job, and you treat your friends and family right. I know good people when I see them, and you’re it, Abby Porter. You’re the key, and I’m not letting you go on and on about how you’re not good enough. You are good enough, and you have so much promise, baby girl. It just takes the right man to release your promise, and I’m going to do it for you.”

With that, I seize his lips in an impassioned kiss, imbuing our liplock with everything that I feel. I never knew that being with a man could be like this. Carter is my friend, my savior, my other, better half, and I know what he’s saying. He must be saying that we’re going to stay together after the cruise is over, right? Because how can he make me feel so good, only to leave me when the time comes?

16

Carter

Now that Abby and her friends are getting along again, it’s easy to be alone with her. Yesterday, I was on edge, worried that she’d blame me for the fallout. It was kind of my fault. I stole Abby from her friends, so I’m glad they’re back to how they were before.

“How was breakfast?” I ask when Abby walks into my room. She left early this morning to join Caitlyn and Jessica for the first meal of the day.

“Amazing. Almost as good as eating in here with you.”

She gives me a brilliant, seductive smile. We’ve made love at least once a day since we met, most days two or three times. It’s the best sex I’ve had in my life.

Every cruise I go on, I find a girl to keep me company a few times until we get back to port. It’s like hockey players with their puck bunnies in every city. A guy needs to find his release.

But with Abby… I can’t picture myself with another girl now that I’ve been with her.

I’m just not sure how to tell her that.

“What are your plans for today?” she asks, joining me on the bed. I haven’t bothered to get up since she left.

“I was thinking we could just hang out. Stay in here for a bit and then wander around the decks. It’s our last day.”

Her face falls, and so does mine. We haven’t talked about what the end of the cruise means, but we both know that tomorrow, we’ll go our separate ways. I just hope she wants to keep in touch after that happens.

“I really like that idea,” she says. “I wouldn’t mind staying in this room with you all day. But I do want to get a postcard from the gift shop. I collect them everywhere I go.”

“Then we will get you a postcard,” I pronounce. I pull back the covers so that she can join me, but she stays where she is. “We’ve been in that bed a lot, and you’ve got this whole big room…”

My eyes widen. “What did you have in mind?”

Her gaze falls on the balcony. “Your balcony is so much bigger than ours, and it’s nice and private.”

I like the way this woman thinks. I take the blanket and follow her out onto my balcony, leaving the door open to air out the room. The blanket goes down first, and then we lie on top of it.

For a while, we stay in each other’s arms, kissing to the sway of the ship on the water. It’s peaceful. I could stay here with Abby forever.

Eventually, our kissing becomes more intense but never frantic, and we end up making love slowly and passionately. She’s curvy and so ripe, and I come extra hard when she cries out my name during climax. Suddenly, Abby’s eyes fly open and she screams right when my seed shoots into her sweet slit.

“Pull out, Mr. Jones! Pull out, pull out!”

I stare at her for a moment, uncomprehending, and then I jerk myself out. But it’s too late. It’s obvious that I’ve already dumped an enormous load inside her, and even now, I continue to spurt onto her wet, pulsing folds.