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"Good idea," he chuckles, drawing me in for one last kiss before grabbing my hand and leading me back inside.

What's next?"I ask as Theo helps me into the car. "Please don't say another surprise." I laugh at his stricken expression, realizing that's exactly what he was going to say.

"You're no fun," he grumbles, closing my door and walking around the front of the car.

"That's not what you thought earlier," I tease as he gets in, sliding my hand up his thigh and squeezing.

He blesses me with a wide smile, and I swear it's like the sun shining down on me, like everything is finally right with the world. "I'm going to have to tell you anyway, or you're liable to choke someone out." He starts the car, the roar of the engine making it impossible to talk until we're on a straight stretch of road.

"What do you mean 'choke someone out'?" I ask, gathering my hair into one hand to keep the wind from whipping it around our faces.

"I booked us on a murder mystery cruise, Sunflower."

My heart jumps. "Really?"

"Really, really."

I bounce up and down in my seat, excitement making it impossible to keep still. "How long is it? Just dinner?"

"If I had known you'd be so excited about murder, I maybe would have reconsidered," he chuckles, eyes sparkling. "It's overnight,” he says, answering my question.

"But I didn't pack a bag!"

"Look behind you."

I look in the back, noticing a small duffel bag for the first time. "You're the best, Theo. Even if you’re grumpy most of the time."

"Thanks, Isla," he deadpans, surprising me with a wink.

I turn away from him, blushing. I've had his head between mylegs, but lord, when he winks at me, I fucking melt. I cover my face with my hands, peeking at him through my fingers, hoping he didn't see my reaction. His goofy grin tells me all I need to know. I bite my lip and look out the window, focusing on the scenery before I find myself sitting in a puddle of my own making.

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I'm a hussy. That's all there is to it.

We’re sitting in the parking lot killing time and I can't seem to tear my gaze away from Theo's hand. The tan roughness of his work-hardened palm against the soft, milky-white skin of my thigh. The sight of it is erotic. But the feel? God. I want to drag his hand between my legs and trap it there. Ride his fingers until the world disappears around me.

"What are you thinking about?" Theo asks, his voice low and husky.

I bite my lip, unsure how much of my hand I want to give away.

"Tell me, Isla."

Fuck. I clear my throat, but the words don't come, so I show him instead. I cover his hand with mine, sliding it up my thigh and opening my legs. I stop just before his hand brushes against my panties, body thrumming, chest heaving. Theo's gaze flits between my face, my panties, and the road, swallowing hard.

"That's all you were thinking of?" he asks roughly. "My hand on your thigh?"

I blow out an unsteady breath, guiding his hand over my lower stomach, the tips of his fingers sliding beneath my underwear. WhenI pause again, he growls, pushing his hand between my legs, his fingers easily sliding along my slit.

"You're so wet for me, Sunflower." He groans as my back arches, desperate for more contact. The ship's horn makes us both jump. Theo glances at his watch and mutters a curse under his breath. "I promise we'll finish this later, Isla, but if we don't go now, we'll miss the boat."

I don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay in the car and fuck him within an inch of my life. Until we can barely breathe and can't remember our names. But I don't say that; I just watch as he pulls his hand away, licking me from his fingers like I'm the nectar of life. Making love to this man is going to be life-changing. I crave his need for control and my desire to give it up for once in my life.

"Theo—" I groan, breathing hard.

"I know. Believe me, I know." He takes my hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my palm. Grabbing the bag from the backseat, he walks around the car to open my door. I step out on shaky legs, clutching his arm for support.

"If my fingers on your pussy makes your knees weak, I'm going to be carrying you off the boat tomorrow," he says, his eyes dark.

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