Page 40 of Sinful Promise

We fly over the light chop and make our way closer to shore. Alex drops anchor. I surf the horizon, looking for trouble, and check on our guard to make sure he’s got his eye on our surroundings and not the pretty woman next to him.

Irina is right. It’s stressful being responsible for someone else. It’s not just the responsibility of Dasha—we’ve opened a door, and who knows who might walk through it? I flick the morbid thoughts from my head, reminding myself that Ratmim stepped on our turf first.

Alex and Irina get the skis out. I pull out the life vests from a cabinet in the boat.

Dash pulls her cover-up over her head. I’m unprepared to be greeted by pert nipples making an impression in her suit. My cock is rising to the occasion. Damn, I might have to make an unplanned dive into the water.

I put the life vest on Dasha and zip it. I’ll wait for my go at the water. It’s too hot. The area is populated—it’s the time of year to be here. Alex jumps over the side of the boat with skis on his feet. I drive the boat, easing him up and then hitting it hard.

He jumps some waves, getting in his groove, and the women hang at the back of the boat to watch. I take in Dasha’s cute ass and immediately put my mind back on driving. Alex wipes out. Irina swims to him and adjusts the skis, and Alex puts them on her feet. Alex climbs aboard. Then I ease Irina up as she gracefully stands on the water. She’s a natural. Alex yells in excitement as she jumps some waves, and when she’s tired, she lets herself down.

I stop the boat. “Your turn, Dasha.”

“Oh, no. I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll help you.”

“I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Come on.” I give her my hand. “It’s easy. Let the boat pull you up, and you stand in the skis. It might take a few tries, but if Alex can do it”—I shrug—“anyone can.”

Alex nods at her, and she stands. We kick off our shoes. Giggling, she holds my hand as we walk to the side of the motorboat.

“On the count of three, we jump in.”

She nods.

“One, two.” I give her a mischievous grin as I let go of her hand. “Three.”

We both sink under the water and bob to the top.

“Swim to the tow line.”

We reach it at the same time. I hold her foot and adjust the skis to it. Then I slip them on both of her feet.

“I don’t know about this,” she says, but I can tell she’s excited, even though she’s apprehensive.

“You can do it. Remember what I told you.”

She nods.

I climb back into the boat and stand beside Irina as Alex eases on the gas pedal.

Dasha is pulled through the water.

“Hit it,” I yell to Alex.

Dasha is halfway up.

I motion for her to stand. She’s going to fall if she doesn’t.

Her eyes are glued to me, and I’m enjoying the attention.

Dasha nods and stands. She’s holding on her own as she glides over the waves, and then I see it. She smiles, a smile brighter than any summer day.

I’m beaming. Alex maneuvers the boat around others. We maintain a clear path. A boat passes us, creating a wake. There is no way to escape the rough water, and Dasha falls. But she’s still holding on to the rope.

Irina and I notice this and start yelling, “Drop the rope.”

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