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  “Monday,” she said.

  “I can rebook the trip if you want me to.”

  “This Monday?” she asked.

  “Abby, please don’t say no.”

  “I’m not saying no. I’m just—wondering what my boss will think.” As I watched a playful grin creep across her face, I let out a sigh of relief.

  “I would love to go on this cruise,” she said. “But is this going to be okay at work?”

  “Well, since I’m the boss and you work directly underneath me, it’ll be fine,” I said.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t worked directly underneath you in quite some time.”

  I watched a mischievous glint sweep across her face and felt my cock pulsing against my pants.

  “We could fix that—if you wanted to,” I said.

  Just then our waiter interrupted, and I briefing considered reaching out to choke him. I ordered a bottle of red wine for the table and left Abby to pick which one. I could see her cheeks flushing as she looked over the menu, then I felt something rub up against my ankle. My eyes shot over to her as her eyes fluttered up to mine, as she named the bottle of wine she’d chosen for the night.

  Then the waiter left us to fetch our drinks.

  She got to her feet and offered me her hand. Her eyes were darkening and I knew I was in for a treat. I stood and took her hand as she started leading me towards the restrooms. I strode in front of her before I pushed her into the men’s room. I locked the door behind us and pressed her up against it. Without another word, my lips came crashing down on hers.

  My girth was throbbing against my pants as her hands made quick work of my belt. Soon, my pants were being shoved down my legs. I pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her panties that were glistening wet for me. My thickness was bobbing in the air, the head dripping as I slipped her panties to the side.

  Abby jumped and locked her legs around me as I pinned her to the wall. Then I looked up into her eyes and kissed her lips fondly.

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  I watched the clouded haze of lust lift behind her eyes before her hand settled onto my cheek.

  “I’ve missed you, Colin,” she said.

  Effortlessly, I slipped into her heat. She was so tight around me, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She clung to my suit coat, her face buried in my neck. She pressed kiss after kiss onto my skin, my hands planted against the wall of the bathroom. My pants were around my ankles and my cock was sticking through my boxers. Her warmth was fluttering around me as she nibbled on my skin.

  “Abby. I’m not gonna last—I’m—we should—”

  “Go, Colin. Let me feel you,” she said.

  My girth was growing against her walls as her nails raked along my back. I peppered her face with kisses, feeling my body reach its own end. I was desperate for her. Desperate to feel any sort of closeness with her after the space that had grown between us. Her curves were calling to me and her legs were pulling me closer. Her moans were vibrating my skin and her lips were swelling underneath our passionate kisses.

  Her throat swallowed my groans as I spilled into her, my hips stuttering as I pushed deeper and deeper into her body.

  We panted, breathing each other’s air as our juices trickled from her body. I held her close, reluctant to release her as I breathed in her perfume. It had been days since I’d felt her like this. Days since I’d kissed her lips like this. I wanted to carry her out of the restaurant, take her home, and give her what I knew she deserved from me.

  But instead, I set her down on her feet and handed her some paper towels so she could clean herself up.

  She looked up at me, a healthy blush filling her cheeks. She giggled as she slid her panties up her body, like an embarrassed school girl. I tucked my cock back in and we quickly put ourselves together. Then I took her hand and we ventured back out to our table.

  Our wine glasses had been prepared and the bottle left for our enjoyment.

  We sat down and drank our wine leisurely, taking our time before ordering our food. The conversation flowed easily between us, like old lovers passing in the night again. We picked at our food and cracked jokes about the people around us. The stuffy and the aristocratic. The famous and the infamous. I watched her eyes twinkle all night with the flame of the candle on our table, and I didn’t think twice when I slid my foot against hers and let it rest there.

  The night was perfect, and for the first time in days I felt that everything was going to be all right.

  Chapter 12

  Abby

  I had spent the weekend getting ready for this cruise, then spent last night with Colin. Conversation continued to flow easily between us, and I found myself learning more and more about the man I was engaged to. He told me stories of his first Caribbean cruise. How he got so drunk he almost tossed himself off the side of the ship. I told him I was going to be keeping an eye on him after hearing that story, and he told me I could keep an eye on whatever part of him I wanted.

  Being around him again was really nice.

  Far too early Monday morning I woke up, too excited for my own good. I padded around the penthouse and triple-checked my bags several times before we finally set off for the port. I was nervous about being with Colin on the cruise, but I was excited for the cruise itself. Things were still strained between the two of us and I could tell he was still mentally thinking through his every move and going out of his way to tell me stories about himself.

  While I loved the effort he was putting in, I knew I wasn’t reciprocating the way he probably wished.

  We rode to the port and grabbed our things. Colin was insistent that he carry my luggage, but I told him I could handle it. Just that one little thing caused a storm behind his eyes, and my own feelings to surge. Everything seemed to be a battle between us. Between what I was capable of doing and what he wanted to do for me. I knew he felt it was chivalrous thing to do—to carry my luggage for me—but I didn’t care about him doing shit like that, especially when he was already laden with his own.

  I just wanted him to be with me.

  The moment I stepped onto the cruise ship, my mind turned to my surroundings. The ship was huge and absolutely beautiful. The high-vaulted ceiling of the main floor was painted in all these beautiful colors. Bright carpets directed people all along the ship. There were showrooms and dining rooms, piano bars and even karaoke bars. There were open decks with hot tubs, pools with slides, and D.J.’s spinning music. There was an entire level dedicated to spa treatments and a workout area.

  That area I would be avoiding completely. Especially if I was going to be drinking in a hot tub.

  I’d always wanted to take a cruise, but never had the money to. And when Derek left me virtually penniless, I’d cast all thoughts of luxurious vacations from my mind. But here I was, setting down my luggage in one of the most luxurious suites I’d ever been in. There was a massive plush couch that sat in front of floor-to-ceiling glass walls. The massive bed was caddy-corner by another set of tinted floor-to-ceiling walls, so we could wake up to the sight of the ocean. The bathroom was decadent, with a jet tub and a huge walk-in shower.

  And the balcony that sat out over the ocean was thrilling.

  “Colin,” I said, breathlessly. “This room is beautiful.”

  “So—do you like it?”

  Standing at the windows, I was looking out at the ocean I could already see, even though we were still docked.

  “This view is gorgeous,” I said, giggling. “But—why go through all of this?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “We could have just had a regular room and still spent time together. Why the decadence? Do you—do you think I need that from you in order to love you?”

  “No,” he said, as he strode towards me. “No, Abby. Not at all.”

  He took my hands and brought them to his lips to kiss.

  “I want to spoil you. Not because I think you need it to stay, but because you deserve it. You deserve the bes
t, and I want to give that to you. I just have to learn how you enjoy being spoiled. Some women enjoy jewelry and the flowers, but some women enjoy other things, like lavish dinners and fine wines. Some women enjoy books, and some women enjoy travel. I want to figure out what makes you happy, then spoil you with the very best of it. Because you make me happy, and I want to experience that happiness with you.”

  Tears were welling in my eyes as I nodded and looked down.

  “Plus, I just figured we could use a vacation. I figured we could use the time to get to know each other without getting interrupted by work all the time. And if you didn’t want to take in the shows and the nightlife on the ship, we’d have a spacious comfortable room to come back to and talk. Room service. Baths together. The whole nine yards, but with enough room to have some space,” he said.

  “You did all this—just to get to know me?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said. “I did.”

  Shocked was how I was feeling. He had listened to me. Not only that, he had taken what he’d heard and put it into practice. He had kept his promise to me, and that was new for me. I wasn’t used to taking people at their word. I was used to waiting for their actions. When I was with Derek, I was thrust into a world where I always had to question his motives. I always had to tag along with him and fake happiness when he got me something he thought would make me happy. Because if I showed discontent, it was somehow my fault.

  But not with Colin.

  And I was finally beginning to digest that.

  As I looked up into his eyes, I registered the bags underneath them. The deep wrinkles in his furrowed brow as he studied me closely. The turmoil he must have gone through during these past few days while I was rolling around in my pathetic emotions. I could see the exhaustion written on his face. Raising my hand, I fingered the wrinkles on his forehead as the warmth of his skin penetrated mine.

  “You did all this just to know me,” I said, in a whisper.

  “And I’ll do it ten times over if it means keeping you,” Colin said.

  Maybe we were meant to be together after all. Maybe this was it. Being this worried about what was happening between us was a good sign. He was running towards me instead of away from me. Clinging to me instead of backing away from me.

  And I figured the least I could give him was the same—no matter how scared I was.

  “So,” I said, breathlessly. “What do we do first?”

  “Well, the ship’s going to take off soon, and then it’ll be time for dinner. Why don’t we clean up and get ready?” he asked.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  We took turns hopping into the shower before we started getting ready. I watched him put on a wonderfully-tailored suit that clung to the best parts of him. His broad shoulders that tapered into a slim waist. His perky ass that bled into strong, muscular thighs. I felt heat building in my pelvis as I slipped a little black dress on, and I felt his eyes lingering on my body as I struggled with the zipper.

  “Need some help?”

  His voice was husky as I looked at him in the mirror. His eyes were hooked onto my waist, roaming over my curves. I nodded silently, watching him approach me before his hands descended onto my back.

  I could feel the ghost of his skin against mine as he pulled the zipper up my back.

  “How do I look?” I asked.

  I watched as his lips descended onto the nape of my neck for a kiss.

  “Breathtaking,” he said.

  He escorted me on his arm into our dining room and the maître d’ sat us at a table along the wall. We were handed a menu that had a list of foods that set my mouth salivating, as soft piano music began playing in the background. I turned my head and took in the piano in the middle of the room. A woman was sitting there in a beautiful floor-length black gown, her fingers effortlessly drifting over the keys.

  “If you have something you want to hear, she takes requests,” our waiter said.

  “That’s good to know, thank you,” Colin said.

  The food we ordered that night was amazing. The atmosphere was soft and dark, shrouding everything in a bit of mystery as we cruised through the ocean. I ordered the quail and Colin ordered the fish, and by the time we were done eating I was ready for a second course. The food was cooked to perfection and seasoned just right. I could’ve eaten it every day for the rest of my life and been completely content.

  “That was too good,” I said, grinning.

  “Do you want dessert?” Colin asked.

  “Nope. But I wish I could have some more of that quail,” I said.

  “Then get one.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “It’s an all-inclusive cruise. If you want another quail dish, just order one,” he said.

  “I can’t do that. Can I?” I asked.

  “That’s the wonderful thing about a cruise,” he said, grinning. “You can do anything you want.”

  “Except throw yourself over the edge while drunk,” I said.

  “You could actually do that, but it’s not recommended.”

  “No. Definitely not,” I said, grinning.

  “How about this? If you want another quail dinner but you don’t think you can eat it all, I’ll split it with you.”

  “I couldn’t really order another one, could I? I mean—that would make me look—”

  “Don’t even complete that statement,” he said, sternly. “You’re anything but. This cruise is for both of us to relax, sleep, and get to know each other. You do whatever it is you want to do. Let me learn about you, Abby. Don’t hold yourself back.”

  I felt my breath catch in my throat as our waiter appeared back at our side.

  “Have we decided on dessert?” he asked.

  Colin looked at me with eager eyes as I smiled at him.

  “No dessert, but I would love another one of those quail dishes,” I said.

  “Coming right up.”

  Chapter 13

  Colin

  We didn’t even get the door to our room closed before Abby was all over me. She was ripping at my suit, tugging at the buttons on the front. I got her zipper stuck trying to get it down her back, eventually just pulling the dress off over her head. We kicked our shoes off, leaving trails of shoes and clothes on the path to the bed as we fell into it.

  Her lips were all over me. I could taste the quail and wine she’d had for dinner. Her nails raked against my skin as she rushed down my body, her lips wrapping quickly around my cock. She was eager for me, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat as my cock leaked for her. I could feel her hollowing out her cheeks as my back arched from the bed, my hand tangling in her hair. I wanted to spill down her throat. To make my arousal her dessert as she moaned around my girth.

  But that wasn’t where I wanted to be tonight.

  That wasn’t where I wanted to take her tonight.

  I pulled her from my cock and sat her on my lap. Her warmth was dripping onto me, soaking my skin as she slid her hips down my thickness. We both groaned together, our bodies trembling at the feeling of each other. I had a great deal to make up for. I’d taken her Friday without a care in the world as to her pleasure, and I was about to pay her back in all the ways she wanted.

  “Colin. Oh, shit yes.”

  She pressed her hands into my chest and swirled her hips. I could feel her anxious clit brushing against my skin. I thrusted shallowly into her body, grinding my trimmed curls against her throbbing center. Her hands dug into me, leaving marks behind that I knew would eventually be bruises.

  But I didn’t care. She was using my body for her own pleasure and I was more than okay with that.

  I gripped her hips as her body began to shake. Her legs pulled taut against my hips and her movements soon ceased. I could feel her warmth collapsing around me, pulling me deeper into her body as she whimpered and panted.

  The sweat from her climax was shimmering upon her brow as I slid us off the bed.

  I guided her over to the windows that over
looked the sea. I pulled myself from her and turned her around, pointing to the moon as she gasped in awe. It was big and strong, hanging low over the ocean and guiding our ship’s way.

  My lips nibbled on her shoulder as my cock ended up back in her body.

  “Oh Colin,” she said with a whisper. “Oh, yes.”

  “You’re incredible, Abby,” I said into her skin. “And I love you so much.”

  I began thrusting slowly into her, pressing her body into the cool glass. I ran my hand up her sides, cupping her breasts as she pushed back into me. Her hands were planted on the glass as the heat between our bodies fogged up her outline. I couldn’t keep my lips off her as I thrust into her body, feeling her ass jiggle with every movement I made.

  Her hand snaked back into my hair, grasping it tightly as I tweaked her nipples. I began pounding into her, shoving her into the glass as she groaned and shook. She was trying to push back at me. Trying to give me any sort of effort she could.

  But all I did was plant my hands onto her hips and hold her close to me.

  I slipped a hand around her body and found her swollen clit. She gasped and moaned as my girth reduced her to a sweating, panting mess. She jolted and wiggled, the pleasure too much as she planted her cheek on the window. She was trying to get my name out. Trying to cry out in pleasure as her walls fluttered around my thickness.

  The only thing she could get out, however, were whimpers and grunts.

  “Cum for me Abby,” I said. “Let me feel all of you.”

  My hips were beginning to stutter, my legs jumping as my body began to surge with fire. She fit me like a glove. She massaged me in ways no other woman ever had and her skin was as soft as silk underneath my fingertips. I raced a hand up her back and wrapped it underneath her arms, pulling her trembling body flush with mine. Her hands tangled tightly in my hair as she turned her head to the side, and our lips connected just as her body let go.

  Stumbling back to the bed together, the force of my orgasm soon took over. I saw stars bursting in my vision as her pussy clamped around my cock. Her body was sucking me inward, pulling me as deep as plunged within her, filling her to the brim. Our lips were locked in a sloppy kiss as our bodies dripped with our combined juices.