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“Not too shabby for a yacht bedroom,” Capri says, but I can’t focus on anything except for the sound of my irregular heartbeat and the feel of her nails caressing the hair at my neck.

She’s nurturing through and through.

“It serves its purpose.”

I set her on the bed, and she jumps to stand quicker than I prepared for. “I should shower. Do you have a shower?”

“I do, but you don’t need to,” I tell her wearily.

She gapes at me, her eyes going wide. “Jones, I’ve been in this all day. I didn’t shower before changing, and I feel gross.”

I chuckle. “Are you nervous, Capri?” I reach out to comfort her.

“Yes.”Honesty.I love that.

“No need,” I tell her calmly, letting my touch run the length of her slim neck. “Let me take care of you.”

“You want to…take care of me?” she asks skeptically.

I nod. “More than anything.”

“I’m okay, Jones. I’m not sick or anything. I just feel like I need to shower.”

“And I want to help you with that.”

Capri looks at me like she can’t believe someone would actually want to take care of her. I think that’s the problem.

This woman has no idea the power she has over her own wants and needs.

“Just a sec.” I leave her by the bed and hurry to the bathroom to turn on the shower.

Entering the room again, I’m greeted with a concerned look I’m not quite sure I like coming from someone so breathtaking. I’d never want her to feel uncomfortable or forced.

“I don’t know how to do this, Jones,” Capri admits, fiddling with the stack of gold rings on her finger. “I’m trying to be vulnerable with you. I really am.”

“Don’t know how to do what?”

We sit on the edge of the bed, and I let my hand drift up her back, massaging her tense shoulders.

A soft moan seeps from her lips as she leans into the workings of my hand. “Let a man lead,” she whispers. I’m not sure if she’s ashamed to admit that, but she shouldn’t be.

I think it’s fucking brave.

“Will you try?” I ask her, letting my lips ghost the crevice of her neck. “To let me lead, that is. I promise to be gentle with you.”

“I’ve tried that before, and it didn’t work out so hot for me.”

I’m not sure how old Capri is, but she seems young. Too young to be hurt this deeply.

I kiss her, my touch working her muscles carefully. “With me, there’s no expectations. You don’t have to say or do the right things. Just let me take care of you, make you feel good, and erase every last trace of him.”

She peers up at me with determination in her eyes. A strong woman lives inside her shell of fear.

“Fuck him out of me, Jones. Take it all away.” Her pretty blues tell a story yet to unfold. I’d be more than happy to help ease her worry.

I grin as ferocity fills me. “I can do that, sweetheart. After you.” I guide her to the bathroom, ready to start pampering her before our mutual need takes over.

And then, we’ll fuck until there’s nothing left but the smell of sex in the air between us.

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