Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I nodded. “Yeah, when you want to be.”
Just the fact that she was so close to me was enough to bring my dick to life.
I’d already been fighting to keep it in check, but her nearness, along with our topic of conversation, was enough to plump my semi to full mast in a matter of moments.
“So, would a bad girl,” she trailed the top of one finger down my chest, heading straight for the waistband of my sleep pants, “fuck you right now, in the shadows, at the front of the ship, or would a naughty girl?”
I swallowed hard. “Naughty.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d be doing it with the man who incites the fantasy.” I paused. “Any man won’t do in this situation. Only I will.”
Then I grabbed her around the hips, pulled her roughly to me, and moved until the only thing that we could see was the reflection of the moonlight off the water.
Stray rays of moonlight broke through the clouds periodically and bathed the side of the ship in light.
But this new spot, at the bow of the ship, was dark.
With it being so dark, I highly doubted that anyone would come this way, especially since we’d had to hop over a ‘do not enter after sundown’ gate to get there.
“What are you doing?” She gasped the moment I pressed her up against the cold, metal wall that was so deep in shadows that it was near impossible for me to see her, let alone anyone else.
I rubbed my hardened cock against her mound and growled. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”
“It feels like you’re about to do something bad that might get us kicked off this boat.”
“Where are they going to take us?” I questioned. “And I already told you. Not bad…naughty.”
“Maybe they’ll send a Coast Guard helicopter all the way out here, and then, since we’re in international waters, they’ll send us to prison in Mexico where we’ll never be let free again.”
I started to kiss my way down her neck.
“That would be an enormous waste of the tax payers’ dollars,” I told her. “Not to mention that since we’re in international waters, they wouldn’t send the Coast Guard.”
“Who would they send?”
“I don’t…care.”
Then I pulled her shirt down.
Though I did know who they’d send if the need were to arise, it was a complicated process, and I couldn’t think clearly enough to form the words to explain it to her with all the blood rushing to my cock.
I’d been a Navy SEAL, but the feel of Audrey’s breasts pillowed against my chest, and her hot breath tickling along the sensitive skin of my neck, sent me straight into overdrive. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t keep a thought in my head. I could only feel and do…and right then, my body was screaming that I do her.
So when she yielded to my prodding, I knew that I was lost.
“I’ve never, not once, been so glad to have worn shitty sleep pants,” she whispered.
“Why?” I questioned.
“Because,” she said. “They have a small hole in the butt.”
I blinked. “Okay…”
My brain wasn’t firing on enough cylinders for me to process what she was saying.
“So,” she turned around. “Rip my freakin’ pants.”
I slowly blinked, and then stared.
I didn’t see a hole. Granted, it was dark, but I’d watched her ass earlier on the way out of the room, thinking quite a bit about the indecency of her pants, and not once had I seen a hole of any kind.
“Audrey…” I hesitated.
She reached around her and took my hand, guiding it to the rolled over waistband of her pants.
There, I found the hole she was talking about.
“Audrey…” I said. “You already said that you didn’t have any more sleep pants that were warm to change into.”
As I spoke, I caressed the hole, letting my finger trail along the bare skin just above her ass.
The hole was about the size of my fingertip, and was able to be easily hidden from view when she rolled her waistband down.
But with it up like this, I knew that I’d see the sexy, white lace panties that Audrey had slipped on after dinner.
But since I couldn’t see, I could only feel.
“You want me to rip this hole bigger?” I confirmed, wiggling one finger deeper into the hole.
She shifted. “I said I did, didn’t I?”
That was answer enough.
With laughable ease, I hooked my finger deep into the hole and pulled down.
The fabric tore like a piece of paper, straight down the seam of her pants to the apex of her thighs.
She gasped and wiggled. “Not my underwear.”
Too late.
Those went too as I hooked a finger into the stretchy elastic and tugged.
It tore just as easily, if not more easily, than the pants.
She gasped, and before she could utter a word of reproof, I trailed the wide pad of my thumb down the length of her ass cheeks.