Page 30 of The VIP Package

“Nope. Half of Brooke’s family joined us. Her fiancé’s family, I mean. Even his sister’s thirteen-year-old daughter and her friends. Suffice it to say, it wasn’t a setup for maritime sex.”

“What a pity.” I’m nearing my breaking point. All this casual touching and talk of boat sex.

Time to take action.

Sliding my hands to her back, I cup the delicate wings of her shoulder blades. The tips of my fingers graze the knot securing her top in place and I quickly untie it. “So it turns out you’re not aroused by live bait?”

“Nope.” She gasps as I tug at the neck of her top, letting it fall to the ground.

A gentle sea breeze stirs her nipples to peaks, and she presses them into my chest. Waves rock the boat, tipping us into each other. God, she feels good.

Caressing her shoulders and collarbones, my hands make their way to her beautiful breasts. I cup them gently, stroking her nipples with my thumbs. “Your tits are fucking amazing.”

“Your mouth is fucking filthy.” She grins. “Only when you’re turned on, though.”

“And you think I’m turned on?” I grind my erection into her belly, erasing all doubt.

“Definitely.” She grins. “Know what we haven’t done yet?”

“Considering we met less than twenty-four hours ago, it’s a rather substantial list.”

She laughs and steps back, giving me a full-frontal view of her breasts. She takes hold of my hand, tugging me toward the built-in mahogany bench near the cockpit. “Face to face sex.” She peels off her sarong and those skimpy bikini bottoms, tossing them off to the side near her top.

Gloriously naked, she grabs a thick towel from her bag. “I know it’s nothing kinky, and not technically on my bucket list, but I’d really like to ride your cock in a reclined position.”

“I think that can be arranged.” I’m already rock-hard from watching her strip. From seeing the sunlight spill through her hair and over the slope of her breasts.

She’s so fucking pretty it hurts.

“Glad you agree.” Dropping the towel, she goes to work unbuttoning my shirt, kissing her way between my pecs. Her lips pause over the heart-shaped scar just below my left collarbone. “What happened here?”

“An unfortunate but very minor accident in my twenties. I’d been drinking.” That’s all she needs to know.

“We’ve all been there.” She kisses the white-puckered scar. “Painful?”

“It was at the time.”

I pray she won’t press for more, and she doesn’t, thank God. She just sinks to her knees on the towel, undoing my pants as she slides down my body. “Somebody’s ready to play.”

“Guh.” That’s all I manage as she swallows the head of my cock. “I thought this was supposed to beyourfantasy.”

“It is.” She goes back to sucking me as I thread my fingers into her hair. “I’ve never given a BJ on a boat before.”

“You’re doing a damn fine job of it.” Christ, she’s good with her mouth. And her hands, one of which cups my balls as her tongue works its magic on my shaft.

I watch her bob for a bit, groaning with pleasure as she draws me deep into the back of her throat. It doesn’t take long to reach the point of no return.

“Up,” I command, hooking my hands under her arms. I hoist her to her feet, kicking my linen trousers off to the side.

She laughs as I scoop her into my arms. “God, you’re strong.” Wrapping her legs around my hips, she lets me carry her the rest of the way to the bench. “Feel how wet you made me already?”

I groan as she grinds her slickness against me. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe in the spicy-warm scent of her. Tasting her skin, dragging my teeth down the slope of her throat, I feel more alive than I have in years.

“God, that feels good.” She wiggles her hips, trying to get me inside her. “Need you, Ash.”

“That can be arranged.” I sink to the bench and position her over my body.

Creamy pale thighs envelop my hips as she straddles me. With a devilish grin, Camille grips the base of my cock in a fist. “Should I let you inside me?” She’s teasing now, trying to torment me. “What if I just put the tip in?”

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