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“That’s yours?” I breathe. It looks beautiful, I can already make out white beaches and clear waters.

“Yeah, there’s a small inlet around the other side that we’ll moor in. It’s private, quiet and great for swimming.”

“It’s beautiful.” A furry little body presses against my legs, I look down to see D’Artagnan and laugh at the contraption he’s wearing. “What have you done to him?” I’m still chuckling as I scoop him into my arms and he rubs his little head against me.

“It’s a life jacket for pets, it’s the smallest size I could get. I didn’t want anything happening to him.” My heart melts at his words; this man just keeps on surprising me. Yes, he’s an asshole, yes he takes what he wants, but he’s also caring and protective and one of the best men I’ve ever met.He bought my cat a damn life jacket!

I spin around, D’Artagnan still in my arms, and smack my lips to his. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me closer to him and pressing his hardening erection into me. He takes over the kiss, his tongue plundering, one of his hands lifts to my head and threads through my hair, angling me how he wants.

He kisses like every kiss is the last, like he has to worship every crevice of my mouth, memorise it. He kisses like he’s staking his claim, and I’m totally here for it. He pulls back from the kiss, giving me a final peck on the lips.

“Stop distracting me,” he smiles at me. “The sooner I get us to where we’re mooring, the sooner you can get naked.”

We’re both grinning as we sail around the island towards our destination for the next three days.

Chapter Fourteen

Empty.

Her apartment is empty.

It’s been empty for days, not a peep. Did he take her and not tell me? No, he wouldn’t, that’s not how he works. She’s here somewhere, I’ve just got to find her.

Time to go hunting.

Chapter Fifteen

Bennett

I’m a genius.Peyton is currently paddle boarding naked in the sea. NAKED. Her wet skin is glistening under the rays of the sun, her gorgeous firm tits bounce with every wave, and her tight fuckable ass is on perfect display for me. I’m currently treading water with a boner, and I’ve got to say, it’s a first for me.

The cat — which I’ve nicknamed Little D, I can’t be saying D’Artagnan every fucking time — is prancing on the deck as happy as a pig in shit, or a cat on a boat apparently. Every so often he lets out a loud meow letting us know he’s still here. I have to admit he looks damn cute in his little life vest.

A splash comes from where Peyton was, her board now empty, before I have a chance to worry her head pops up above the waves and she lets out the loudest laugh.

“Did you see that? I properly went ass over tit.” She’s still laughing as I swim towards her, pulling her to me in the water and dragging us to the shallows.

“I didn’t, no, but you can bend your ass over on the beach for me and I can guarantee I won’t miss it this time.” She splashes me in the face.

“Will you behave.”

“No.” Her gaze widens as she realizes I’m being serious.

“Bennett, I can’t go again, not yet! Christ you’re going to rub my pussy raw.” I raise my eyebrows at her choice of words.

“Oh, you know what I mean.”

“Then let’s play a little game,” I say as I walk us out of the water. “I’m going to give you a ten second head start. You see that little shack up on the ridge there?” I nod my head towards a wooden hut that was on the island before I bought it.

“Yeah,” she whispers cautiously.

“You’re going to run towards it, and if you get there first I won’t fuck you again until tonight. Maybe even tomorrow.”Totally not happening.“But if I catch you, I fuck you in whatever hole I want.” My eyes narrow on hers. “Run.”

She’s quick. Quicker than I thought she’d be, not quick enough, though.

I swiftly cover the ground to catch her, comfortably reaching her before she gets to the shack. I tackle her from behind, and bring her down to the ground, turning as we fall so my body takes the impact, her scream rings out around the deserted island. I roll us so she’sunder me and press her into the undergrowth, my hard cock nestling between her thighs.

“Gotcha,” I say as I lower my head and nuzzle behind her ear.