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“Jarrett.” Her soft voice breaks through a little and I turn to face her, helping her up once again. “Thank you.” She doesn’t say anything else as her eyes search mine for some kind of answers, I’m guessing.

I don’t know what she finds, but she strokes my cheek with her thumb and the corners of her mouth turn up ever so slightly right before she kisses me.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ophelia

September temperatures aren’t much different from June, but the humidity index does vary, which means a day on the boat—yacht—is nothing surprising. Hell, except for maybe a couple times in the year, going boating is always a fun idea.

“Ophelia.”

I twist my head over my shoulder at the sound of Jarrett’s voice, turning away from the South Miami skyline.

“Hmmm?” My margarita is still half-full and I don’t know why I’m not enjoying it.

“Is there a reason you’re over here being antisocial?” His arm snakes around my waist, pulling my back flush against his front. And his apparent boner.

“We’re not fucking on this boat.” We probably will fuck on this boat but I like making him work for it.

“I beg to differ.” Interesting choice of words.

“Really? Didn’t realize begging, on your part, was on the table.” Fully turning to face him, I rest my elbows on the railingof the boat as he boxes me in. We’re so close that his breath is mixing with the saltiness of the sea. It’s a deadly combination.

Ever since our little mishap at the restaurant back in June, our relationship hasn’t been the same. Something clicked between us. According to Jarrett, he clicked almost immediately and was just waiting on my stubborn ass to get on board. There’s no denying that him choosing me over his father unlocked the code to my armor, and since then, he’s only shown me that he can be trusted.

Sex is only intimate in the carnal sense, whereas trust hits me straight in the heart, and that night, Jarrett earned it in spades.

“Don’t be a sassy kitten, or else your pussy is getting a pounding.” I smirk because we both know it’s getting fucked regardless.

“Did you interrupt my musings for something important or were you just in the mood to get me all worked up?” It’s his turn to get cocky with a wolfish grin that says so many things, none of them respectable. And I’m okay with that.

“I make it my life’s goal to get you hot and bothered for me, Kitten. You should know this.” I do, but I also love hearing him say it.

“Whatever.” My words are in complete contradiction with the heat that crawls up my cheeks, and by the glint in his eyes, hit perfectly by the sun’s rays, I know he notices.

“But I do have some juicy news.” Ignoring the not-so-subtle innuendo, I cock my head to the side and wait for him to continue. “Opie’s team located that sadist trainer in Arizona we’ve been hearing so much about. She wants your green light to send in the DOGs.”

That familiar rush of adrenaline that follows each time a mission is about to begin fills my veins. My back straightens and my eyes widen with anticipation. I may actually be shaking from the need to exact vengeance.

Then I remember I’m on a fucking boat and can’t actually do anything.

“Hey, we’ll go out next time. Let’s enjoy this weekend. Congratulate the happy couple on their nuptials, then fuck like bunnies.” I frown at his metaphor.

“Bunnies fuck fast then go their separate ways. Is that what you want?”

Jarrett’s mood goes from playful and caring to cruel and dominating in less time than it takes me to blink.

Where just seconds ago I was boxed in, with his arms on either side of me and his fingers curled around the railing, I’m now pressed firmly between a banister and hard cock. Jarrett is none too happy with me.

“If I were to tell you exactly what I want, you’d probably run for the fucking hills.” Lowering his head, he brings his lips to the shell of my ear and whispers. “But since you’re stuck here, my little kitten, I’m about to let loose.” He bites my lobe before rocking his hips back and forth like he’s fucking me.

“Oh, so these past three months was what? You holding back?” Fucking hell, if that’s him on the down low, I don’t know if I want to meet full-on Jarrett. Then again, I think I might.

One of his hands slides from my belly, up between my tits and torso, before he stops at my neck. There isn’t any pressure, yet, he’s only collaring me with his fingers. With his other hand, he hooks my ring finger with his and brings it to his mouth.

“In a perfect world, you’d have a tattoo around this finger.” He kisses the knuckle to emphasize his meaning. “And a diamond collar around your neck.” This time, his hand tightens around my throat until the passage of air becomes more and more difficult. Pulling me close, he crashes his lips to mine and devours my mouth like I’m his last meal before a long journey. “Most of all, you’d have a baby in your belly. My baby.”

I smirk. “Who else’s would it be?”

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