Page 93 of Wreck Me

The yacht, La Lumiere, shimmers under the moonlight as we cruise past Paris’s most iconic sights. The Louvre, The Grand Palais, and Notre-Dame.

A myriad of stars glitter in the navy sky . I can’t be certain if the goosebumps rippling over my skin are a product of the cool evening temperature, or the proximity of James.

‘Where is everyone?’ I glance around the enormous deck furnished with a firepit, a designer sofa, and two armchairs upholstered in the finest fabrics. It’s every bit as opulent as the hotel suite.

We were welcomed by a smartly dressed crew who gave us a brief tour and a chilled bottle of Bollinger.

‘I told them not to bother us with food for a while.’ James looks absolutely edible in a jet-black tuxedo that showcases his broad shoulders to perfection, and the tie I bought him for Valentine’s Day.

He tears his eyes from the riverbank to glance at the chunky silver watch on his wrist.

‘Aren't you hungry?’ I wet my lips, contemplating an entirely different hunger burning deep inside of me, one which my lack of lingerie isn't helping.

‘Oh, I am starving, Scarlett.’ His eyes darken. ‘Just not for food.’ He nudges me back onto the plush, cushioned couch and prises the glass of champagne from my hand, placing it on the composite edge of the firepit.

I glance around the deck towards the river bank. People flood the city admiring the sights. ‘Shouldn't we go inside? Into the cabin?’

He eyes the hundreds of silhouettes in the streets. ‘No. Let them watch.’

Heat builds between my legs at the mere idea, but sense wins out. ‘We can’t.’

‘We can and we will.’ An inferno scorches my skin. ‘We both know you want them to see.’ He slides into the space next to me, and slips his hand beneath my dress, inching his fingers sensually along my inner thigh.

‘Isn't this how you got into this mess in the first place?’ I arch an eyebrow at him through the moonlight, but I don’t halt his hand as it inches higher, nudging my thighs wider apart.

‘I wouldn't call this current situation a mess, exactly.’ His lips curl up in devilish smile. ‘Unless you’re referring to this?’ He swipes a finger through the slickness coating my entrance. ‘Don’t worry baby, I’m going to clean it up for you.’ He dropsto his knees, kneeling between mine, and lowers his face between my legs.

‘James, what if someone sees us?’ My protest is feeble. Because I can deny it all I like, but James is right. After years of hiding who I am, where I’ve been and what I want, I want the world to see me. Doing something so indecent in public does things to me. And my boyfriend knows that better than anyone.

‘We’re just two tourists.’ He pushes my dress up higher. ‘As far as anyone else is concerned, I could be on my knees to propose. It is the city of lovers, after all.’

The thought only serves to soak me further.

Firm hands grip my backside and tug me towards the edge of the couch. His face dips and his tongue swipes through my sex with such expertise I couldn't stop him if this was being televised on a sixty-foot screen for the entire population of France to watch. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire.

I part my legs further, offering myself to him, and feel his smile against my flesh. ‘Good girl. Just so you know, sweetheart, someday soon, I will be on my knees for you for another reason.’ He rocks back on his heels and pins me in a meaningful stare.

He’s planning on proposing?

My stomach soars.

It’s a battle not to squeal out loud.

‘Look around at all the people. Anyone of them could glance over and see me worshipping my future wife.’ He slides two fingers deep in my core and I moan. ‘They can look. But I’m the only man who gets to touch you like this. It’s my hand, my tongue, and my cock you come on.’ His words are unravelling me faster than a spinning wheel.

‘I’m close,’ I whisper, feeling the flutters building in my core. ‘I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up.’ I barely recognise this brazen version of myself as the virgin thatstepped out on the stage at the Luxor Lounge, but I like her. Like that I finally have the courage to speak up for what I want. That I no longer feel the need to hide.

‘Whatever you want, baby.’ His head angles down again and he offers one more long languid lick before rising from his knees. ‘Come with me.’ He places a hand on my hip and steers me towards the back of the deck, pressing me against the side of the yacht’s waist-high wall.

I rest my elbows on the edge, gazing at the bridge as he nudges the back of my dress up and the chill air hits my ass cheeks. The sweet sound of his buckle undoing is swiftly followed by the sensation of his rock hard cock nudging at my entrance.

His chin rests on my shoulder and his arms wrap around my waist as he inches into me. ‘Fuck, you feel so good, Scarlett.’ His breath hitches as he fills me so completely. It’s not just my body that’s full, it’s my heart and my soul. They’re overflowing with him.

I arch my torso further forwards and he slides deeper, forcing a feral cry from my lips. ‘You feel amazing.’

‘Look around you. Soak it in.’ His palms press over the backs of my hands resting on my stomach, his fingers entwining with mine. He trails a tongue across the side of my neck and fireworks explode beneath my skin.

My breasts are so full, so heavy with longing, while my clit throbs for more friction. ‘James, I need…’

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