Page 10 of First Comes Love… Then Denial

Chapter Four

ZANE

Well, any chance of having dinner with Candice was now gone. She probably added the wordpervertbehind the wordcreeperon her list of ways to describe me.

“I’m not trying to… It’s just that…” I stammered while looking at her and searching for the right words to remove my foot from my mouth.

I had gone about all of this all wrong. When I had talked to her boss on the phone earlier, my idea just blurted from my mouth. I hadn’t even stopped to consider how fucking weird it was. Now, my body was pressed against hers. The scent of her perfume filled the air and her blue eyes placed me in a trance.

I’m screwed.

“One of us has to speak or move,” she said softly with a slight giggle.

“Yeah, I suppose,” I replied with a smile. A forced smile because I wasn’t happy with myself or the situation. This wasn’t the way to treat a lady.

“Bailing on dinner?” she asked teasingly, holding up the bag of food in her hand. Her question caught me off guard.

“You still want dinner with me?”

“You changed your mind?” Her words were soft, her smile faded and she looked embarrassed.

“Of course, I still want dinner with you,” I burted. Without thought, I took hold of her hand. It was warm, soft and much smaller than mine. “My hand is like a caveman’s hand compared to yours."

“It is quite big.”

The wordbigechoed throughout my mind. It shouldn’t have aroused me. It was just a fucking word. But coming out of her luscious pink lips made it sexy as hell.

“That it is,” I grinned, allowing the inner freak of me to take control. Candice looked up at me and grinned wickedly. My hard cock ached against the inside of my shorts.

After tonight, I’d need to get put on bi-polar meds because my emotions were a rollercoaster. Right now, all I felt was primal urge to please Candice into oblivion.

“It seems like we both can’t make up our mind,” Candice laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“We have to choose to either be shy or naughty. Alternating between the two makes us both look like crazy people,” she pointed out, making me chuckle.

“How about we start with dinner and go from there?” I suggested with hopefulness.

“Eating sounds good.”

“Yes, it does.” There was no hiding the sexual tone in my voice. Even if I had tried, the words would have come out the same.

The image of Candice naked, spread eagle on the bed with my face between her thighs had flashed through my mind at warp speed. How could she turn me on with the simplest fucking word?

“Earth to Zane,” she giggled.

“Sorry. What?” I asked, shaking away the thoughts of my tongue and mouth devouring her pussy.

“I asked if we were going onboard or standing on the docks the rest of the evening.”

“Sorry. Let’s get you out of the wind.”

Before I could make an even bigger ass of myself, I led her down the dock and onto the yacht.

There was only a crew of four onboard the yacht tonight. I wanted the bare minimum so it'd be an intimate date and not a date filled with a crap ton of crewmembers with nothing to do. The ones currently onboard had been given strict orders by me to stay out of sight unless I called for them. They were all for a paycheck to sit around and do nothing.

Candice sat across from me at the table on the deck. We ate the food she had brought mainly in silence with occasional small talk about the weather, the stars, and taste of the food. I wanted to say more but nerves for the best of me.

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