Page 45 of Pomegranates and Olive

"Nothing important."

"Is it about the threats on the restaurant?"

Deniz side-eyes me as his hand slides off his stomach and his fingers skim mine. "Ginny knows about those, eh?"

My breath hitches as his fingers move deftly back and forth along my arm. "She hears things. The staff all talk, you know."

"Just tell her it's under control."

"I just want to know if she's in danger?"

I try to concentrate on his answer as his fingers inch towards my inner thigh. "Not at all. It's just men big-noting themselves. Nothing will ever come of it."

Subconsciously (or consciously, I don't think I actually know the difference at this point) I slyly open my legs and his fingers slip between the lightly tied material of my sarong and find their way to my already damp bikini bottoms. "I hope not."

I gasp as Deniz unties my bikini bottom, giving him unfettered access to mymicio. His eyes were a swirling grey as they fix on mine, watching every reaction as his fingers expertly locate my sweet spot. "I think I'm going to enjoy ruining you."

Slowly, ever so slowly, his thumb rubs me and I spread my legs even wider, arching my back, showing him that I am giving myself to him. His mouth clamps on mine as his fingers move slowly down my slick folds. His kiss is intoxicating, alternating between slow deep plunges into my mouth in time with his fingers plunging into my pussy, to tugging on my lip, biting me, making me feel both the pleasure of his expert fingers and the pain of his skillful mouth now sucking, nibbling and biting on my neck.

My thigh muscles start twitching and I want nothing more but to squeeze my legs together but Deniz anticipates this and holds my thighs apart with pressure as he continues to finger-fuck me.

"Oh my GOD!"

"You like that, don't you? You want my fingers in your hot pussy?"

The feeling builds so much so that I start panting. This is beyond anything I have ever experienced and I'm so ready for it, and him, to take me wherever he wants. "Yes... please... I don't... I can't..."

I am close, closer than I’ve ever been before. I could feel that wave of pleasure as it starts to lift me up, threatening to take me on a ride that I know I'll never want to end, when the distinctive click clack of high heels drags me off that wave and back down to reality with a crash. We are no longer alone. "Hello?"

Flushed, we both sit up and lean over the side of the boat. There’s Maeve, waving at us. Not only does her near-nude off-the-shoulder dress leave very little to the imagination with its racy cutaways, but it is also very obvious thanks to her nipples that are clearly visible through the dress, that she is completely nude underneath. Deniz tries to catch my eye but I turn away embarrassed, scrambling to my feet.

"Permission tocomeon board, Captain?"

Deniz grins at her double entendre. "I'm sorry,canim,but we were just about to lock up the cabin."

"Oh dear." She pouts and flutters her eyelashes at him. "I'm kind of stuck here now because I sent the taxi away. Could you maybe call another one for me?"

He looks at me apologetically. "I guess you'd better come on board then."

"Yay!" She holds up a bottle of vodka. "Who's up for a big night? I've brought my Russian friend along."

"Not for me, thanks. I've got my own big night planned that includes a pillow and a good book." Plastering a smile onto my face to hide the fact that I’m so unbelievably jealous I want to scream, I follow Deniz down to the main deck. "I'll leave you in the apparently capable hands of the Captain, shall I?"

A tennis-ball sized lump lodges itself in my throat as I pathetically direct my question to Deniz rather than Maeve. I certainly don't have any designs on him, although he did just have his fingers in my pussy and his tongue down my throat. That does give me some proprietary rights, doesn't it?

I hold my breath, waiting for him to stop me from leaving or to tell Maeve that he isn’t interested, but deep down I know he would never do that, so I grab my bag, climb overboard and jump down onto the jetty.

Once a swordsman, always a swordsman.

Why would I expect anything less?

"See you tomorrow, Russo." He puts his hand out grinning like a Cheshire cat as Maeve wobbles up the gangplank in her stilettos. "All aboard."

I wave goodbye and jog down the jetty toward the restaurant. I don’t want to bear witness to the crime that’s about to take place.

10

There Is No Wrong Way To Consume Alcohol

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