Page 64 of Dirty Grovel

I’ve stolen away from the party, with an ice-cold beer and what’s left of my sanity.

But I don’t even get halfway through my drink before I spy a pleasant hallucination coming my way.

A gorgeous, buxom pirate wench sauntering toward my beach chair, her blonde hair spilling over her chest and covering her generous cleavage.

I sit up a little and focus.

That’s no hallucination.

That’s the sneaky siren who conned me into this torture in the first place.

“You look comfy,” she says accusingly, flinging me an arched eyebrow and a barely-there smile.

My pants get even tighter. I’m not a fan of any of these ridiculous costumes—unlessshehappens to be the one wearing them.

“Just needed some quiet,” I mumble.

She laughs. The sound is oddly sinister—and intensely seductive. I notice that her breasts are slightly sunburnt. I’m on the verge of offering to lather her up with suntan lotion when she cuts me off.

“It’s cute that you think it’s break time.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Sutton, I’ve been at this for three hours. With all the money you’ve blown on this party, you didn’t think to hire a clown or something?”

“I’m looking at our clown,” she purrs. “Now, come on—you don’t want to break the kids’ hearts, do you?”

Scowling, I hug my beer a little closer. “As of right now? I don’t mind it, to be honest. They’ve had their fun. Now?—”

“Did you really think your costume was just for show?” She steps forward, hip cocked wide. “You’re the captain of the ship.”

“What?”

She smirks. “You’re taking the kids out onThe Water Star.”

“Like hell I am?—”

Her jaw tightens. “I promised Teo, Oleg. And I’m not about to break my promises to a six-year-old on his birthday. So, chop-chop, or I’ll have to make you walk the plank.”

She stares at me.

I stare at her.

She stares at me some more.

I concede.

“Fine,” I growl, forcing myself to my feet and throwing Sutton a dirty look. “You should have come as the devil. Would’ve been more appropriate.”

She just laughs. “Maybe for the next party. Now, stop scowling—you’re going to scare the children.”

She leads the way to my own boat. Somewhere during the walk, I leave my resentment behind.

Maybe because I’m a little too entranced byherbehind. The woman has an ass that can make a man think things he really shouldn’t be thinking.

Especially not at a six-year old’s party.

She also has an ass that can make a man agree to things he really doesn’t want to do. Case in point: Half an hour later, I find myself the pirate captain of a ship sailing the high seas.

Let’s ignore the fact that we’re about ten meters from the dock, and that there’s a paddleboard and a lifeguard in the ocean to catch the kids whom I’m making “walk the plank”.

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