Page 46 of Cocky Cruiser

She brought her eyes up to mine and sighed. “We have less than a week left on the cruise, and I’m just not ready for it to end.”

I knew the feeling. “Yeah, it’s going to be hard going back to reality after all this.”

Adele picked at her food. “Tell me about it. This all feels like a fairy tale, and I’m not looking forward to resuming normal life.”

I wasn’t looking forward to not waking up to her sweet ass rubbing against me every morning or hearing her laugh at my dumb jokes.

I didn’t want to admit that my stomach sank when I thought about the end of our trip. The time we’d spent together had been the best of my life, and I’d never forget Adele or the experiences we shared.

The thought briefly passed through my mind that I didn’t have to have just memories of her—I could have more—but I quickly pushed it away.

I cleared the lump that had formed in my throat and changed the subject. “Look on the bright side. Now you have a goal to pursue when you get back home. You’re going to be the best marine biologist there is.”

Adele laughed. “I hope so.”

I reached across the table and put my hand on top of hers. “I know so.”

After dinner, we went to a comedy show. The guy heckled me a bit, and Adele got a kick out of it, so it was worth the annoying jabs and jokes directed toward me.

We were walking back to the suite when Adele stopped me. “What?” I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.

She was looking at the onboard nightclub. “Dance with me.”

I laughed. “What?”

Her eyes darted to mine. “Dance with me.”

I looked at the open door. Strobe lights were pulsing in the darkened room, and I could hear the music from where we were standing.

“Please, Cohen,” Adele pleaded, taking both of my hands in hers and tugging on them when I didn’t respond to her.

The hope in her eyes and slight pout of her lips did me in. “Okay.”

Her face brightened, and she let out a squeal of glee as she towed me into the club. Several sets of red lounge chairs sat around small tables throughout the club, along with a few white, futuristic pods that offered seating, as well. White plush booths lined the back wall to provide seating for larger groups.

Adele led me to the bar, and we ordered some drinks before going out on the dance floor. The space was pretty full, so we remained on the outer edge as we danced to one of the current pop hits.

After a few drinks, we had loosened up. Adele was twerking on me to an older rap song, and I was loving every second of it. And so was my cock.

She turned around and pressed her body against mine, throwing her arms around my neck. “I want you.”

My dick was already hard from her shaking her ass against it, but her throaty declaration made it throb.

I gripped her hips and pulled her harder against me, rubbing my erection against her abdomen. She gasped and let out a little moan.

Fuck.

I searched the room, gauging if there was somewhere we could hook up without being caught. One of the enclosed pods came into view.

Bingo.

I led Adele to the pod, which reminded me of that eight ball amusement park ride that you spun around in. When I saw people were already inside, I internally cursed. I didn’t want to wait and go back to the suite; I wanted her right there and then.

As I looked around, I saw a group of women clambering out of another pod. I quickly weaved us through the crowd and stepped inside.

I started kissing Adele as soon as we sat down. She eagerly reciprocated, parting my lips with her tongue.

Adele moved on to my lap and started grinding against me. My dick throbbed again, aching to be inside her warmth.

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