Page 37 of Capri

Jones slides my panties off before standing and removing his clothes. It’s not until we’re standing before each other that I realize how good it feels to do something for me.

I don’t have to answer to anyone. I have this sexy-as-hell older man in front of me, who wants me and only me, and I can’t think of a better way to spend my night.

“Watch your step.” He guides me into the tiny shower, his massive frame following me in. He’s stripped down to his boxer shorts, and the gravity of his respectfulness isn’t lost on me.

“You should consider renovating. You hardly fit,” I tell him teasingly.

“Funny,” he chuckles with ease. “This is actually the first time I’ve used this thing.”

Jones guides me under the water; the pressure and temperature combined make the wait to shower worth it.

The hot stream rushes across my skin like a current I can’t escape.

“Is this a newer boat?” I ask, curious as to why he’s never used his shower.

Jones takes a pump of shampoo behind him and motions for me to turn.He’s washing my hair.His hands work their way through my scalp, massaging and soothing me thoroughly.

“It’s the oldest one, actually.”

I’m curious. “Who’s Tommy?” I ask him as the suds begin to cover my head.

He doesn’t retreat, but I can feel the shock roll through him. The sharp intake of breath he takes convinces me I overstepped.

“You don’t have to?—”

“Tommy is my brother. Was my brother. He died sixteen years ago next month.” Jones doesn’t stop his nurturing, rinsing the shampoo from my hair, then lathering in the conditioner.

“God, Jones. I’m so sorry.” I pull back, looking to comfort him. “It wasn’t my place to?—”

“Capri, it’s okay. I’m okay. It was years ago. I renamed the boat in remembrance of him.”

I send him a soft smile, hoping to ease the sensitive topic into something more safe for both of us. “That’s a really sweet thing to do.”

Jones nods, turning me back toward the stream and rinsing the conditioner out. “It’s nothing,” he says almost bashfully. “He was one of the good ones.”

The silence that stretches between us isn’t awkward or uncomfortable in any way. Jones rinses my hair and soaps my body up, steering clear of my most intimate parts.

He takes care of me. Something in me tells me he could use the same in return.

Does Jones have anyone looking out for him?

Other than Romeo and Luca, I mean.

If he does, he hasn’t mentioned it.

“Let’s get you dried off and into some warm clothes.” He guides me, stepping out of the shower and wrapping me in a fluffy white towel.

“Thank you.”

“I’m gonna shower real quick then I’ll be right out. Antonio left some clothes on the bed for you.”

He’s always one step ahead. No idea who Antonio is, but I’m grateful for him.

I exit the bathroom, walking into the cabin bedroom and find a luxurious lounge set prepared for me on the bed. With it is a matching bra and panty set, a hairbrush, and a mini toiletry pack.

How?

I knew Jones had money, but it’s evident he’srich-rich. And so incredibly thoughtful.

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