Page 79 of Dirty Damage

It would be the perfect crime—dump my body in the Atlantic, let the sharks take care of the evidence. No one would ever know what happened to the daycare worker who accidentally sent nudes to the entire company.

He glances my way and I quickly avert my eyes, but not before catching the hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

Busted.

“You seem relaxed,” I blurt out, immediately wanting to smack myself.

His golden-brown eyes lock onto mine and I babble on like an idiot. “It’s just, in your office this morning, you weren’t— The farther we get from land, the more comfortable you seem.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t address my observation. Instead, he asks, “Want to steer?”

“The yacht?” I squeak, my voice embarrassingly high.

It took me four tries to get my driver’s license. I’m not sure I should be behind the wheel of a superyacht.

“There’s nothing to it.” He beckons me with two fingers. “Come here.”

His casual command settles hot and heavy between my legs.

It’s like I have no choice but to obey as I step forward.

Surprisingly gently, Oleg grabs my hand and spins me in front of the wheel, caging me between his hard body and the helm.

His heat envelops me, making my skin prickle with awareness.

“Can’t steer without touching the wheel, princess.” He whispers the teasing words against my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine.

“It was one time. I wore a princess costumeone time,” I grumble.

His low chuckle sends another zing of electricity to my core.

God. Get it together, Sutton.

This morning, I was flipping him off through his security camera and charging across town to chew him out.

Now, all is forgotten because he’s pressing his body up against me?

He shifts me closer, his hand spanning across my hip, and?—

… Well, yeah, I guess all is forgotten. I can’t seem to remember anything else, anyway.

He stays behind me as I pretend to navigate, though I’m sure he’s actually controlling everything.

The stars glitter above us, casting dazzling patterns across the bow.

It’s the first time I’ve actually looked around.

Coincidentally, it’s the first time Oleg hasn’t been in my eyeline.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, mesmerized.

Without warning, he reaches past me to pull some lever. “Let’s drift for a while.”

My body tenses, and there’s no hiding it. He must feel the way I stiffen at the brush of his arm against mine. The way I tilt my neck when his mouth gets close, basically begging for him to kiss the soft skin there.

Any change my attraction to him has gone unnoticed is gone now.

My pheromones might as well be a foghorn blaring through the quiet night.

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