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When the elevator dinged on their floor, Jenn pulled Trey by the hand out the doors offering a polite but firm, “Excuse me.”

As the elevator doors began to close behind them, Jenn turned to the crowd inside and put her hand on Trey’s crotch. “It's dick. Sausage is code for dick!”

Several passengers whooped and cheered, one woman said, “Oh, for God’s sake,” and several men cleared their throats noisily.

Trey grabbed Jenn by the waist, crushed her to him, and kissed her on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back.

Trey pulled back, looking into Jenn’s face. “Are you sure you want sausage tonight?”

Jenn stared up into his eyes, her pupils unusually wide. “Trey, I’m done talking in code. I've wanted your dick since we set foot on this boat. It’s literally the reason I came.” She released her grip on his neck, then turned and began dragging him by the hand down the hall. “It’s high time I got what I came for!”

Chapter 16

Jenn slid her keycard across the reader and pushed her cabin door open. She stepped across the threshold and beckoned Trey inside. “I’m so done waiting! Get in here.”

Trey laughed and slid past her into the dark hallway.

The door closed, plunging them into darkness.

“Where’s the light in here?” Trey asked, and Jenn could hear his hands running over the nearest wall, searching for the switch.

Jenn pulled the gloves from her hands, not caring that the fingers turned inside out, knowing she’d pay for it later. She didn’t care. She scrambled for the zipper and undid it, slipping the dress from her chest and shimmying it down over her hips. She heard Trey chuckle in the dark.

“What are you doing? Where’s the light?”

She kicked the heels off her feet, sending them flying through the dark to thud against the back wall.

“Jenn?” There was concern in Trey’s voice. “What was that? Are you okay?”

Jenn found him in the dark, let her hands run up across his back, over his shoulders, and slowly pushed her fingers under the lapel of his jacket, bringing it down off his shoulder.

“Oh!” Trey gave one of his pleasantly surprised little exclamations that Jenn loved so much and drew his arms out of the tuxedo jacket. Jenn threw it toward the door in the dark, so that neither of them would trip on it later. When Trey started toturn around, Jenn stopped him, pushing him gently against the wall.

“No,” she said gently but firmly. “Tonight, you do exactly as I say. Yes?”

“Yes,” Trey whispered. She felt his breath quicken in the rise and fall of his shoulders.

Good.

Jenn reached out and felt for the bowtie he’d replaced before leaving the Moonlight Lounge and slowly pulled it loose, then went immediately to undoing the buttons of his shirt, one after the other. She slid her fingers just far enough down the front of his pants that she could reach the hem of the shirt and pulled it up, untucking it. Trey stopped breathing while her hands were below his waistline.

She slid her hands down his arms, feeling her way in the dark, and undid the cufflinks there, then repeated the same thing on the other side. When she peeled the shirt back off his shoulders, it simply fell away, allowing her to kick it to join the jacket in the corner somewhere near the door.

Once more, her hands descended into his pants, this time to untuck the white undershirt tucked into his underwear. When Jenn let her fingers run through the curly, trimmed hairs between Trey’s legs on her way to free the shirt, Trey let out a quiet, wordless exhalation, pure want made breath. She smiled in the dark, her nipples growing hard at the sound.

She pulled the tee up and over his head, then threw it, too, in the direction of the door.

“Turn around,” she whispered.

Trey complied quickly, backing slowly away from her in the dark so as not to step on her feet, she assumed. She pushed him back against the wall, then slid her one hand on his chest slowly downward, trailing over his belly, across his thigh. She crouched in the dark, close enough that she could feel hairs on her head catching on his pants. She turned her head slightly, allowing it to brush where she now estimated his cock to be, letting him know where she was in the dark. Trey grunted from deep in his chest, his growing desire evident.

Jenn slid her hand all the way to his foot, where she untied his shoe, which was removed then tossed, along with the sock. She slid her hand upward, along the inside of his leg, and crossed over, gently running her fingertips across his balls in his pants, then down the other side, where she deftly removed the other shoe and sock.

Only his pants and underwear remained.

Jenn didn’t say anything, simply placed her hands on the bony crests of Trey’s waist beneath his flesh and turned him again in the dark. She guided his bare arms up, so that his hands pressed against the wall, then pulled him back far enough by his waist that his arms were fully extended, palms flat against the wall.

Still behind him, Jenn placed her hands flat against his belly, gently caressing the soft skin and light covering of hair there, then lowered her hands painfully slowly down to his pants, where she slowly and deliberately undid each button, clasp, and zipper. When they were loose, she let them fall, pushing them down past his ass in the back. He stepped out of them and kicked them toward the door, eagerness making his movements jerky and fast.

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