Page 16 of Hot Buttered Rum

“Fuuuck,” Turner groaned as he came.

The fatigue in my arms had moved to my shoulders. I trembled as he remained behind me, still buried deep inside. He leaned over and pressed a kiss against the middle of my back. It was the perfect tender compliment and finale for the slamming sex we’d just had.

Turner sighed loudly as he withdrew. He rolled down next to me and pulled me into his arms. We lay there for a few quiet moments listening to the sound of the water slapping the side of the boat. In the distance, seagulls screeched overhead.

I lifted my head. “Where’s Dexter?”

“Out napping on his perch. He gets drowsy after a big meal.”

I sat up on my elbow and smiled down at him as I brushed a strand of hair off his face. I fingered the steel gray plug in his ear. “So, this is what it’s like to be bedded by a pirate? No wonder they ended up being the heroes in our books.” I got up on my knees and peered out the porthole. We were anchored just outside the cove. I could see the outline of the inn. The canoe was floating serenely toward shore as if being rowed by a ghost.

“The canoe is finding its own way back to shore. Thank goodness. I hope the oar finds its way back too.” I spun around and sat down. “What time is it? I should get back to the inn.”

“Why?” Turner reached up and ran a tantalizing circle around my nipple with his fingertip. “What if I’m not done with you yet?”

“Oh? But what if I’m hungry?”

“I think I’ve got some stale bread and a hunk of cheese in the ice chest. You know. A feast fit for a pirate.”

“That’s where I draw the line on the pirate fantasy. Coco is cooking up lobster pot pie and apple cobbler. Now that the water has calmed, I’m not beyond jumping off the bow and making a swim for it.”

Turner laughed. The bed wobbled as he sat up. “I guess I don’t blame you. My stale cheese sandwich is hardly a match for Coco’s cooking.”

I lowered my feet to the floor and looked over at him. “Thank you again, Turner. Foreverything.”

His faint, humble smile was just as breathtaking as the real thing. “I’m glad I spotted you, Ginger. I hadn’t planned to turn back to the cove so early, but—” He shrugged. “Don’t know why but something told me to head back. Kind of strange how fate works sometimes.” He smiled again. “Especially when Coco is near.”

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