Page 21 of One Weekend in Greece

“Yes.”

Dafni and I stick our hands out between the rails and feel the mist coming from the waves.

“Do you think there are mermaids down there?”

I look down at the beautiful blue waters. It looks so magical; who knows what could be down there. Some believe the lost city of Atlantis could be down there. “Yes,” I tell her. The legends have to come from somewhere, so who am I to say whether or not they’re true.”

“My daddy said people use to believe Poseidon controlled the sea. But he isn’t real. He’s a moth.”

“A myth.” I look out at the waves. What must it have been like to live here during ancient civilization? What had the island looked like before the eruption from the volcano? The mysteries of the sea. “Greek mythology is fascinating, sweet Dafni. We should get some books and start reading the stories together.”

“Yeah! Are there any mermaids in the stories?”

“We can find some, I’m sure.”

Dafni’s Yiayia, Jakob’s mother, calls us over to sit with everyone on the other side of the yacht to watch the sunset together. I go and sit in a vacant seat next to Vivian. Dafni crawls up on my lap, and I automatically wrap my arms around her. Jakob walks over and nudges Vivian. She huffs but gives him her seat next to me. We share a smile but don’t speak.

Everyone grabs their phones to capture the sun setting into the ocean. I don’t get mine, because my hands are occupied holding Dafni. But I don’t mind. The moment is too nice to disrupt by hunting for my phone and then looking at this magnificent sight through a lens. Jakob wraps his arm around my shoulder and places his other hand on his daughter. My heart swells at how precious this all feels right now. I almost want to cry because I want this every day.

Once the sun has set, we sail back to port. When we get back to the house, Jakob tells me he’ll put Dafni to bed and then come join me in our room. I notice he said our, but I try not to read too much into it. While I’m in the room getting ready for bed, my phone dings. It’s a message from Vivian. I swipe the screen, and it’s a photo of me holding Dafni and Jakob holding me.

Jakob walks into the room and asks what I’m smiling at. I show him the photo, and I hate that I can’t read the expression on his face. He slowly hands me back my phone.

“Vivian always had a talent for capturing the moment.”

“Yeah. It was a nice moment,” I say, barely above a whisper.

He sits on the bed and then wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling me down onto his lap. “Speaking of nice moments.” Jakob’s smile turns devilish. “Have you thought about the moment we shared before we went back up on deck?”

“Not once.”

“Liar.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

His fingers graze over the fabric around my breasts. He slowly begins to trace my nipples, which are peaking through my thin sleep shirt. “Not at all, huh? Should I make sure you don’t forget this moment? Make it to where every time you walk tomorrow, you’ll be thinking about tonight?”

When this is over, it’s going to hurt, but maybe I should enjoy it now while I can. One orgasm, two orgasms, or ten orgasms won’t make a difference. I mean, ten is better than one, but the consequences will be the same. Jakob and I will either walk away from this with a civil relationship and our families’ friendships intact, or we’ll grow to resent and loathe each other. Worst-case scenario, I die from penis withdraw because nobody is going to be able to give it to me like this guy.

A gruff laugh escapes his lips. “Your nipples are hard as diamonds.”

“Why is that funny?”

“Because you’re being stubborn and pretending you’ve forgotten about earlier. I think you’re remembering what it feels like to have me inside you.”

I stay completely still as his warm lips caress my neck.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs.

He’s right. My nipples are painfully hard and I’m aching and wet. My lips part and I whisper his name. His cock has hardened beneath me, so I rub against him. In an instant, Jakob flips me and has me bent over the bed. His fingers hook into my shorts and panties and slide them down to my ankles. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing.

He thrusts into me in one swift movement. Hard. Fast. “Damn, you feel incredible.”

“Thanks,” I pant. A sharp sting hits my backside and I yelp. He smacked my ass. Rude. I can’t decide if I liked it or not. “What was that for?”

“I’m being sincere and you sounded sarcastic.”

“I wasn’t. What was I supposed to say? I know? Wasn’t that a compliment? Asshole.”

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