Page 97 of Recipe for Temptation

“And technically, you’re not a fifth wheel,” Taylor pointed out, gesturing with her mocktail. “We’ve got a nice even number.”

“Well, yes,” Lexi countered, “but we’re the only non-couple at this table. So that makes us the fifth wheel.”

A humorous debate ensued, but Reese was distracted by Michael’s finger sliding down her back to the base of her spine. The brush of his hand against her bare skin had her thighs clenching and her body breaking out in a rush of goose bumps.

She was wearing a backless yellow sundress that clung to her curves, one strap falling off her shoulder. Her melanin was popping, completely mesmerizing Michael. Every time she glanced at him, he was watching her from under his lashes, and every time he bit his bottom lip, she knew he was having dirty thoughts.

He leaned in to murmur in her ear, “You look so fucking gorgeous in that dress.”

She shivered at his words, the heat of his breath tickling her ear. Feeling deliciously naughty, she turned to whisper in his ear, “Don’t you wish you could fuck me in it?”

He shuddered hard, his eyes flaring with raw, dark heat.

When a popular slow song started playing, Manning and Taylor got up and headed to the dance floor located on the bow of the boat. Marcus and Samara followed.

Grinning, Quentin stood and held out his hand to Lexi. “Dance with me.”

She smiled. “Sure, why not?”

Reese watched them go, then turned back to Michael. “Do you want to?—”

“Later.” He grabbed her hand and stood, pulling her up with him. “We’re going exploring.”

He led her belowdeck and down a short hall, tugging her inside a small cabin. He closed the door behind them and pinned her against it, his eyes gleaming as he lowered his zipper with a hiss.

Before she could even catch her breath, he worked her dress up her thighs and ripped off her thong with a stinging snap.

When he lifted her up against the door, she locked her ankles behind his back. He wrapped his hand around her neck and gripped his cock with the other. Then he thrust into her, and she threw back her head with a wild cry.

He began moving slowly against her, then faster. Faster and faster, until she was gasping at the furious power and speed of his thrusts, her walls stretching around his rock-hard girth.

He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her with a bruising aggression that deprived her of breath. He fucked her deeper, harder, slamming her against the door with every brutal thrust.

She couldn’t move, couldn’t match his strokes, could only grip his upper arms and hold on for dear life.

He was growling her name, his hand squeezing her neck, and it was the most thrillingly animalistic thing ever. He seemed almost possessed, completely lost to his lust, and she would have sworn he was if he hadn’t been staring right into her eyes with a searing focus that burned her from the inside out.

She screamed into his mouth, biting his bottom lip when her body began spasming, thighs shaking from the obliterating strength of her orgasm. The feel of her pulsing and clenching around him drove him wild. His hand tightened around her throat, his other hand gripping her ass. And then he was pounding into her fast and hard, the force of his strokes lifting her up and down the door.

He shouted as he came, his head falling back. She felt his cock throb inside her before he pulled back and slammed in again, locking their bodies together as he came and came and came, pumping her full of scorching semen.

They clung together, gasping into each other’s mouths, his hips grinding slowly. Her thighs were clamped and trembling around him, her heels digging into his ass. Her pussy was so soaking wet she didn’t even feel sore, but she knew tomorrow would be a different story.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he stroked her hair with indescribable tenderness, and she felt herself melting into a puddle.

Slowly his dark eyes opened and stared into hers. His dick was twitching, and she could feel him leaking out of her.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

She gave a breathy laugh. “For almost choking me out? Or for not using a condom?”

Instead of answering, he captured her lips in a slow, lazy kiss, still staring into her eyes. “You’re on birth control, right?”

She nodded. “I have an IUD.”

He kissed his way from her lips to her jaw to her throat, murmuring words she couldn’t decipher.

“Do you think the others heard us?” she whispered.

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