Page 51 of Touch My Shelves

I give her a heated look and lean in to whisper, “But we didn’t have dessert.”

From her shiver, I know she’s with me and my cock throbs from her reaction. As soon as we step on board, I need her.

“Take your clothes off.” I peel my shirt over my head, and her eyes widen and become a bit dazed.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“I wanted to make this like a normal date. Where we’d talk and enjoy some good food, and then we’d go to my cabin where I’d ravish you. But I’ve taken too many cold showers lately and we’ve been interrupted the last few times.”

She licks her lips as her gaze takes in my chest. “Yeah, that was a real bummer.”

I pop the snap on my jeans and lower the zipper. I love how her eyes follow my every movement. “Now, are you going to be a rule follower and take your clothes off? Tonight, the yacht is a clothing-free zone. I’d hate to toss you overboard for insubordination.”

In one swift movement, she pulls the tie at her side and her dress falls open. She shrugs her shoulders and it pools at her feet, leaving her in a matching red silk and lace lingerie set that makes her tits look amazing. My cock presses against the confines of my jeans.

I push my pants down and my cock bobs free. I’m standing before her naked and the look in her eyes as she runs them up and down my body, stopping at my weeping cock, is my undoing.

I step in closer and drag my finger up her arm and cup her chin before I gently squeeze and bring her to my mouth in a branding, searing kiss. “I like your lingerie. Is it a favorite of yours?”

“Hmmm, Naudi made it for me,” she says, having to work to actually form the words.

“I will apologize to her,” I vow.

“Huh?” she stammers just before I rip the bra off and pull the lace on her hips until it snaps, leaving the gorgeous garments in shreds. Poppy gasps and jumps into my arms, her core riding my rigid cock. “She’s going to be so mad at you.”

“I’ll commission a huge order that should appease her,” I mutter, fighting for breath as I fumble with the condom.

Her hands clasp behind my neck and she pulls herself up and plunges down, surrounding my cock with her tight, wet heat.

“Fuck!” I groan and cup her bottom as she rides me again. “I love how you are always so wet for me.”

“Huhm,” she moans and her fingers dig into the back of my neck as she rises one more time. Even though we are moored at the dock, the yacht rocks right along with us.

“Eyes on me, precious,” I demand as our pace increases, deepening each thrust until she falls and I follow with my own release.

My forehead rests on hers as we labor to return our breathing to normal. Gently I help her unwrap her legs and lower to the ground. I don’t miss her wince when I slide from her body. I always mean to take it slow, but it never happens that way between us.

“I’m hot and sweaty,” she says with a chuckle.

I hold her close and press my lips to her shoulder. “I know how to take care of both those things.”

Poppy glances up at me with such trusting eyes. I should feel bad as I jump off the yacht and right into the ocean, but I know the perfect way to warm her up.

That night as we lie in the berth entwined in each other arms and replete, I bring up something I’ve been wondering about. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she says as her head rests on my chest.

The gentle rocking of the boat slaps water against the hull and produces a big yawn that Poppy tries to cover.

“I keep thinking about something you said. That relationships aren’t for you. Why do you think that? I mean, you are so good with Freeya I know you’ll make a great mom one day.”

She leans back on her pillow and sighs. “I didn’t say being a mom wouldn’t happen. I want to have kids, just not the husband.”

Rolling to my side, I adjust until we’re eye to eye. “You don’t ever want to marry? What is it you’re against?”

From the moonlight shining in the portholes, I see the determination on her face as she replies, “Losing myself. I’ve seen it happen over and over again.”

My brows pull together. “Explain. I don’t get it. Isn’t the institution of marriage when two become one?”

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