Page 57 of Fated for his Flame

He grunted in surprise, recoiling backward. His arms were still locked behind me, so I was yanked after him. We overbalanced, and I pitched over his head and into the water face-first.

Splashing and spluttering I made my way to the surface, where Silas was already waiting for me with a grin.

“Get me out of here,” I said, trying not to look down. I was supposed to be a fierce, highly trained spy. Unflappable.

But something bit me, and I wanted out. Now.

Silas laughed heartily, snatching me up in one hand, while the other reached up and grabbed the dock. His bicep flexed, and he lifted us both from the water with ease, hoisting me until I was near level with the dock. Scrambling up onto it, I lay there, water dripping away while Silas hauled himself out.

“Oh, no,” he said.

My eyes popped open to see him staring down at my feet.

“What is it?”

“It’s bad, Chloe. It’s really bad. Oh, man, this is horrible.”

“It is?”

“Yep. I think we’re going to have to take it off.”

“Are you serious?”

He nodded. “We should probably just cut it off at the neck. To be certain we get it all.”

I flopped back onto the wooden docks, staring at the sky. “Very funny.”

Silas chortled to himself. “Come on. Let’s get on board. Sun and sand await. I need to see you in a bikini ASAP.”

“You’ve seen me in less,” I pointed out.

“It’s not the same,” he said. “Both are sexy but in totally different ways.”

“So, you never need to see me naked again if I just wear a bikini?”

“That is not what I said,” he growled. “And if you remember that part where I said I’d rip your bikini off and fuck you over the bow of the ship …”

I licked my lips. “Oh, right.”

“Exactly. Now, come on. We’ve got to get a move on!” He walked away without waiting for me to get up. “And this time, don’t trip me. Or the only booty that will plundered today will be yours. By me.”

I was halfway to my feet when he made that promise, and I nearly lost my balance. He wanted to fuck my ass?

“Not with that thing, you won’t,” I said. “Sorry, it’s too big.”

He shrugged, turning his head over his shoulder. “I guess you’ll have to settle for me licking it and filling it with a finger while I play with your clit.”

The wicked promise in his voice scattered my thoughts once more. Including the ones about my mission that were trying to assert themselves. Questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

Questions I wasn’t sure I had an answer for.

My arousal flickered and died.

I had no idea what was I going to do or whether I could live with myself after I chose. Would I feel like I’d done the right thing, or would the guilt already gnawing at my stomach eat me up for the rest of my life?

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Silas

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