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Instantly, Beau erupted into laughter.
Marissa blazed in embarrassment.His cock popped from her mouth, and spittle stuck to her lip, connected to his tip, as she pulled away and hit her head on the roof of the lounger.Covering himself with his hand, Beau chortled harder.
“Sorry,” Marissa called to the stranger, who probably worked for the cruise line.
Hiding her face, she tried to curl into the smallest ball.
He quickly tucked himself away before rolling on his side and reaching for her.He pulled her against his chest and stroked her hair.“It’s okay.”
“Let’s go,” the intruder prompted.
Guilt and shame throttled through her as she scrambled out of the nest chair with Beau right beside her.Her head down, she refused to meet the eyes of her accuser as they escorted her and Beau away from the pool area and back into the ship’s hallways, where they parted ways with the staff member.
“I can’t believe…” She didn’t finish the thought because it didn’t need to be said.They had gotten caught.Marissa was in her thirties!She wasn’t some stupid, drunken, twenty-year-old kid.She knew better.“I’m mortified.”
“Why?”he asked, curling his finger under her chin and coaxing her to meet his eyes.
“Because people saw mesucking your dickand probablyyougoing down on me.”How was he so cavalier about it?
He scoffed.“I doubt theysawanything.They may haveheardthings and assumed, but they definitely didn’tseeanything.”With his free hand, he gestured upward.“We were covered.Remember?”
He had a point.Maybe they hadn’t been seen, but they’d definitely gotten caught.
He kissed the tip of her nose, and the mortification lessened.She no longer felt like chucking herself overboard.
Glancing around the hallway, he scrubbed at the back of his neck.“Did you want to call it a night?”
Studying his expression, she smiled when he reached for her and cupped her cheek.The pad of his thumb grazed her skin, and her renewed butterflies fluttered within her chest.She considered the question.Did she?It didn’t seem fair to get her rocks off and leave him hanging, but it was late.
“It’s okay if you do,” he assured.“No pressure from me.”
Maybe not from him, but she was still rather hot and bothered.Though was it a good idea to disappear somewhere with him?If she did, where would they go?Her room was full, and his… well, she didn’t know about him.
He said he was alone.So it should be empty.
When he kissed her forehead with the utmost affection, she decided.“I’m not tired yet.Are you?”
10
Beau
It’dbeenyearssinceBeau felt this exhilarated.It had nothing to do with the partial blow job he’d received and had everything to do with the beauty whose orgasm lingered on his lips.He didn’t want the evening to end.If he could capture this night in a bottle, he’d cherish it forever.
Marissa’s company obliterated the pain of Megan’s betrayal.It was the last thing on his mind.He wanted to learn more about Marissa.If she’d let him, he’d spend hours committing little facts about her to his memory.Stuff like her favorite color, if she preferred to cook or eat out, her favorite brunch location.If she was a mimosa or Bloody Mary type of woman.
All the details she’d share with him.
She was an enthralling woman and exactly what he needed to salvage this vacation.The evening couldn’t end.Beau had absolutely no desire to return to the morose motherfucker he’d been when he boarded the ship.This guy laughing it up with Marissa as they discussed whether one could fish off the back of the cruise ship or not and what they would do if they caught a shark was a better person than the one he was this morning and it was because of Marissa.
After closing down all the bars on the ship and getting kicked out of every lounge spot, reluctantly, the pair stumbled their way to the elevators, up to their shared deck, and down the hall.Bleary-eyed, desperately exhausted, Beau blew out a breath when they could no longer put off the decision.
Left or right?
Would he be a proper gentleman and bid Marissa good night at her door, or would he succumb to his need to keep her company?Sheepishly, he scrubbed at the back of his neck.How the hell was he supposed to broach this?They were grown-ass adults well into their thirties.It shouldn’t be this hard.Just ask.
“You know,” she said, glancing in the direction of her door.“Opening that door is insanely loud.”
He arched a brow, intrigued by her logic.
