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“What?” I twisted around. “Locke, you’re?—”

His pupils were blown out in the low lights of the captain’s cabin night, but I saw the need still there. He cut me off with a kiss and the furious fingers that demanded just a little more from me. I gave it because there was nothing I’d deny him right then. Shaky and off balance, I sagged against him.

I gasped as his fingers slipped from me, dripping with his cum and my own. Instead of setting me onto the seat beside him, he lifted them to his mouth.

I stopped him on the way, sampling our merged essence.

His eyes blazed.

He drew my fingers down and repeated the process, this time he sucked them clean, then kissed me in that same wild way that strengthened and weakened me in so many ways.

Finally, he settled me beside him on the bench. “Are you okay?”

I stretched my arms over my head. “Nope.”

He laughed and zipped up his shorts. He powered down the boat and the familiar hum of the anchor dropping filled the air.

“I meant was I too rough?”

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’m currently fucked senseless and couldn’t be happier.” I touched his lips. “You?”

“Give me ten minutes and I’m ready for more.”

I laughed and then shrieked when he dragged me out of the shelter in a fireman’s carry and raced down the steps to the upper deck. Instead of staying there, he kept on going.

“Wait, stop.”

He froze.

“Water.”

“Good thinking.” He stopped at the cooler and handed me two bottles before heading down to the lower level.

After a shower where we kept bumping into each other, he showed me just how well he could recover.

Finding creative ways to love me until dawn.

Never so happy to be exhausted, I rolled over when he got up to get the boat moving for the day.

When I surfaced again, the sun was high in the sky and a tray was next to me with a bottle of water and some fruit.

I was glad he wasn’t in the room with me.

My thigh was definitely not happy with me this morning, but the pain was worth it.

So very worth it.

I did my morning routine, dressed in my usual bikini top, but went with shorts this morning. I didn’t trust myself not to flip up my skirts and ask for more right then.

He was moving around the main cabin as I stopped at the stairs.

I wanted to ignore the need for help, but called up for him.

He stood at the top. “Need a little help?”

“That smug smile is new.”

“I have reason to be smug.” He came downstairs in a holey T-shirt that had seen better days and oil streaked shorts. “I was doing a little maintenance while you rested.”