Page 230 of One Big Little Secret

I bite back a gasp.

Pleasure, overwhelming.

My nerves tingle, primed after being teased by his kisses, his wandering hands, the heady anticipation of what’s coming next.

My whole being cries out.

More, more, more.

And his fingers grow more insistent, grazing my clit.

I buck into their movements, urging them inside me, faster and deeper.

He happily obliges, sliding one finger in, and another as my ass rubs against him again.

“I married one demanding lady,” he whispers, amused lust in his tone.

I can only moan in reply.

This spot is private enough, near the back of the ship. There aren’t many crew around, and they’re mostly up in navigation, but you never know.

Anyone could see us, but I don’t care.

I’m too close to the edge.

Sighing, I throw my head back against his shoulder, my body tight in his arms as he brings me to the brink with practiced ease, plucking all my strings.

“Bite down on this hand when you come,” he whispers, pushing the meat of his palm against my mouth.

That’s it.

Undone.

I come so hard the night becomes streaks of gold and flicking shadows.

I lose myself to his embrace and the deep storming curses he breathes into my ear.

I melt into him the same way I always will, like the world itself folds into just us, two beating hearts given over to our own special madness.

I love how he’s coming apart, too.

His breath turns sharp and ragged as his fingers pump inside me, rubbing me down from my high with demanding need.

“Do you like it, hubby?” I gasp. “Seeing me like this?”

“Yeah. Just not as much as I like you mounted on my cock.” His voice is corrupted with desire, the roughness driving me into a deeper frenzy.

I barely see the passing water, even when my vision clears, or the dark shadows of the silhouetted trees on the far shore as the city fades into the distance.

It doesn’t matter.

All I need is him.

And the hunger in my veins builds until I can’t stand it, turning to face him.

“Not here,” I plead. “We’re already risking so much in the open, why press our luck?”

For a second, I think he’ll push me back against the railing and take me anyway.

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