Page 81 of Captain's Claim

I swing open the door to our hotel suite, and fuck me, instantly I lose my breath.

Sophia is sprawled across the massive bed like a goddess awaiting her sacrifice.

She's bare, naked and glowing like a damn angel. Every inch of her is on display, ready and waiting all for me.

Barely able to keep myself upright, I notice a trail of water that leads from the hot tub, across the floor, and into the bathroom, evidence of her recent indulgence.

But now…

Now the white sheets are low on her hips, but her breasts and peaked nipples are out, teasing me as she sips from a glass of bubbles.

"Took you long enough," she says softly.

Her pale skin is practically glowing in the dim overhead lighting, and fuck me if she doesn't look like the kind of woman men write poetry about. Then use their pen to stab themselves in the chest for not being worthy of such beauty.

Not that I'm complaining. At all.

I roll my shoulders back, popping open the first button of my shirt.

"Hope you're happy. The media wouldn’t shut the hell up about us."

Sophia takes another sip of her champagne, tilting her head with a faint smile. "And did you tell them all about how you ravished me in a private jet?"

I let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. "Nah, sweetheart. Thought I’d leave out the part where you came apart on my fingers and moaned my name at thirty-thousand feet. Didn’t want to damage yourprofessional reputation."

She hums, setting her glass on the nightstand. "How thoughtful."

Her gaze drops to my hands as I undo another button, then another.

One hand drifts lazily over her stomach, drawing my gaze to the gentle curve of her hips. No doubt about it, she's fully fucking naked under that sheet.

Her other hand rests near a tray of what looks like pure decadence beside her. A chilled bottle of champagne glisteningwith condensation, a bowl of fresh strawberries, and melted dark chocolate, still looking smooth and warm, ready to be dipped into.

But it's her eyes that capture me.

Dark. Intense. Sexy.

I exhale slowly, shaking my head as I take in the sight of the sparkling champagne and strawberries redder than any I've seen before.

"What a fucking waste," I mutter, prowling toward the bed.

Sophia lifts a brow. "Excuse me?"

I peel my shirt off my shoulders, muscles flexing, chest gleaming in the soft lighting. "Baby, all I want is you."

Her smirk deepens, and she takes another sip of her champagne, watching me over the rim of the glass. "Is that so?"

I nod, kicking off my shoes and unbuckling my belt. "I don't need alcohol. I don't need delicious fruit." I gesture to the tray of treats. "No, baby… You're the only indulgence I crave."

She sets her glass down, her eyes never leaving mine. "Prove it. Why don't you put that mouth to better use?"

A growl rumbles in my chest as I strip down to my boxers, my cock already hard and aching for her. "Actually, I think it's your turn to use your mouth."

I crawl onto the bed, stalking her like prey. She watches me, her breath hitching as I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. She tastes like champagne and pure sugary sweetness.

I can't get enough. Never will.

I trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at her warm skin, the taste of the hot tub still lingering as she reaches between us, rolling her hand beneath my waistband, grabbing my cock with her hand.

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