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“Well, that was the first thing I was going to talk about,” she said, before turning and leading me toward the crowd getting on the bus.

Twelve

Fray

“You little tease,” I said as the door to our cabin clicked closed behind us. “I cannot believe the mouth on you.”

A blush crept into her cheeks, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, and she looked as if she couldn’t believe it, either. She’d been quite a flirt the entire way back to the ship, as if being in a crowd had kept her safe from me acting on the delicious things she’d whispered into my ear. It was almost as if she’d conveniently forgotten I’d have her alone in the room afterward.

“Now, Fray,” she said, backing toward the bedroom, her lips twitching as a grin threatened. “I was just trying to distract you from thescarybus ride. And it worked, didn’t it?”

I stalked after her, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. It had worked so well, in fact, for a moment, I’d actually forgotten we were surrounded by people, and I’d tried to slide my fingers up her shorts.

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered as I threw mine to the floor.

She complied immediately, kicking off her sandals, as well. Her calves bumped into the mattress, and she froze, her eyes wide but full of heat as she stared at me.

I reached out and pulled the string of her bikini top, allowing it to fall away before lowering to my knees in front of her. In a flash, I’d unbuttoned her shorts, pulling them down along with the swimsuit bottoms, before urging her to step out of them, so I could toss them aside.

“Emerson,” I whispered, staring up her body to meet her gaze. “Fuck, love, I can smell how wet you are. I wasn’t the only one being turned on by your naughty words, was I?”

“No,” she whispered.

I slid a hand up her thigh, brushing my thumb against her soaked slit and drawing a shuddered moan from her full lips.

“Hmm,” I said. “Not quite wet enough, though.”

I stood, turning us so I could sit on the bed before pulling her over my knee. “Shall we go in order then? First, was… Oh, yes. I remember what you talked about first.”

I ran my hand over her smooth buttocks, and she shivered but didn’t protest, which I took as permission to continue. My hand raised and landed on her soft, pliant flesh with a crack that echoed through the room. She jumped, but I didn’t miss the soft moan that escaped her at the impact.

My cock was already rock-hard, and precum leaked into my shorts while I watched the redness bloom across the perfect globes of her ass. My breathing shallow, blood rushing hard through me to throb in my dick, I spanked her again. And again. And again until she writhed on my knee, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed, stripping off my clothes while she struggled to catch her breath. Not giving her time to recover, I climbed over her, spread her legs and buried my face in her folds. She was soaking wet, and I feasted on her, reveling in the cries that poured from her mouth.

“Fray, please,” she begged, her fingers pulling at my hair.

“Please what,” I asked her, looking into her heavy lidded, lust-drunk eyes as I slid two fingers inside her flooded channel. “Please touch you more? Please spank you more?” I twisted my digits, rubbing my thumb over her clit and pushing her over the edge. She shuddered and whimpered, her body going taut before collapsing bonelessly to the bed.

“Love,” I said, moving up her body to kiss her. “The last thing you mentioned was me taking you from behind, wasn’t it? Get on your knees for me.”

“Fray,” she whisper-sighed while she obediently rolled to her stomach. I pulled her ass up while she rested on her forearms, then I aligned my cock with her slick pussy. With one smooth drive, I slid into her, and though I wanted to move slowly, to take my time and relish seeing her this way under me, my own orgasm begged for release, and I knew I’d never be able to last long.

Emerson found the strength to keep herself upright, so I grasped her hips and began pounding into her in earnest, watching my cock piston in and out of her, glistening with her arousal. My balls felt as if they’d crept all the way into my body, and I barely managed to pull out of her as I came, spraying my release all over her reddened ass and back.

She collapsed onto the bed again, and I fell to the mattress beside her, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath. This woman would kill me, but what a way to go. Even so, I knew I’d fight death itself just to remain with her.

“Are you alright?” I asked, once I could finally speak again.

“Better than alright,” she murmured, her eyelids already drooping as if she were falling asleep. “You’re a beast.”

“You started it,” I reminded her. “I’ll be right back.”

I rolled out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get a warm, wet cloth to clean her up. She was already out when I got back to bed, barely reacting when I washed my release off her body then covered her with a blanket.

After taking a shower and getting dressed again, I called down to cancel our dinner plans, knowing Emerson wouldn’t wake up for some time. I asked Marco to bring some fruit and bread to the room, in case she woke up hungry, but other than that, I planned to let her get as much rest as possible.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve. It would be our last excursion and the last day she’d be single—not that she really had been since stepping foot on the ship. But come Christmas morning, she’d be my fiancée, and soon after, she’d be Mrs. Emerson Cassel.

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