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Paddy made me feel wild. Sexy. Most of all, anything but boring. Paddy gave my lower lips a single kiss against the trembling tremors, before he came to a stand, massaging my wet folds as he kissed my other lips, just so I could taste his handiwork.

“You're my night plans, by the way. So, wear something nice and pack an overnight.”

“Why? I asked suspiciously.

“What did Daddy say?”

“Follow his lead,” I huffed.

“Good. And I'm not telling you, because it's a surprise. I know you like surprises.” This was true—or rather, when you fell so in step in a routine, it was nice to do something you didn’t plan, for once. That was Paddy’s strong point. He was anything but predictable.

“Be ready by seven. I'll totally make it worth it.” He smiled.

“You have to give me back my panties,” I said, holding out my hand but all he did was lean back in to kiss me.

“They're mine now. But feel free to wear another pair tonight, so I could take those off you too.”

Twenty

Paddy

Walking up the boat’s runway, Pretty followed me, as I led her to the dining table meant to host dinner. Crew members took our night bags, as I pulled Pretty’s chair out for her, pushing it in when her bottom was secure.

“I can't believe you charted a boat just to have dinner,” Pretty squealed in disbelief.

“Well, I know a fancy girl like you, I can't just take anywhere. Had to make due on that promise, on taking you to some place nicer,” I proudly admitted, surprised a woman like her could still be shocked.

“It just feels so last minute. How were you able to plan it?”

Taking my seat across from her, I reached out for her hand, mine empty and desperate for hers. “Called in a favor from a friend. Said, as long as I could cover the expenses of the staff, I could take it out for the night. Longer if I needed to. You make a lot of friends that can do that type of thing in my line of work.”

“We could have just gone to a place downtown. I would have seen your effort regardless. Seems like you went through a lot of trouble.” She didn’t know how much the smile this gesture brought made it that more worth the trouble.

“Pretty, you're definitely worth it. When I get to have you, I want you to feel like I'm worth it too,” I said, as I pulled her chair closer to mine and gave her a light, but consuming kiss.

“You never fail to excite me,” she smiled, as I pushed her seat back to its normal spot.

“Keep that energy when I'm ripping your clothes off,” I flirted.

Light music played in the background, engaging every sense not focused on each other. I ain’t never been much of a romantic, but something about being under the stars and Pretty looking delectable in that dress, made me long for slow dancing, stolen kisses and vigorous rumps on tabletops.

Dinner and wine were brought out to us, but I made sure to request whiskey for myself. So, imagine my surprise when Pretty turned down the wine and insisted we both take the whiskey instead.

“Well, what do you know? You might actually be Irish,” I joked.

“How would you normally take it?”

“Pretty? Ain't nowrongway to drink whiskey. I usually take mine neat, but on ice? With a mixer? Neat? As long as you got whiskey in you, you're doing it right,” I encouraged.

Pouring her a shot, she took hers with ice, gulping in one go. “Atta girl. Now Iknowyou got a little Irish in you,” I teased.

“Well, Ilikehaving a little Irish in me,” as I felt her stockinged foot massage my crotch underneath the table.

“Ain't nothinglittleabout me. But I am here whenever you want alotof Irish in you.” Ending my statement with a devious smile. Seeing as how there was no better time to start, after a short prayer, each of us took our utensils and dug right in.

“So…this is a date, right?”

“It can be whatever you want it to be. Date seems so benign. I'm trying to woo you, but if you want it to be something as small as a date, that's what I’ll would call it.”

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