Page 88 of Only Between Us

“Oh my God.” She falls flat on her face again, panting into the comforter. My head hits the back of the sofa. “Brooks, you’re so hot.”

Who am I, in this world of eight billion people?

What did I ever do to deserve this, become the chosen one? Someone Siena Pippen would deign to show her flawless body to, let alone fuck it for my viewing pleasure.

Where am I?

Whenam I?

I throw an arm over my face, laughing into the room even though nothing about this is funny. Or maybe it is.

Watching Siena come has given me a full-on existential crisis.

Her husky laugh comes through my phone and I lift my head to watch her shoulders shake against her comforter. She’s writhing in uncontrollable laughter. “Remind me to call you whenever I touch myself. Never doing this without you again.”

Siena picks up her phone, bringing me closer to her smiling face; I do the same, looking just as stupid satisfied. This might be the best sex I’ve ever had, and we’re not even in the same town.

“Deal. You’ve got yourself a deal, Pip.”

Chapter29Brooks

Siena throws me another look over her shoulder as I follow her into Ship Happens, humming cheerfully since the moment I picked her up this morning.

Oddly enough, it has nothing to do with the image of a naked Siena that’s been playing on loop in my mind for the past couple of days.

A naked Siena fucking a sex toy on camera for me, calling my name, making those breathy little gasps, staring at me with wide, desperate eyes through the phone. Telling me how bad she wants me…

Cool the fuck down. We’ve got things to do today.

Siena pauses behind the counter to gaze at me suspiciously. “You’re acting really weird, Attwood.”

I hike the gym bag over my shoulder and she zeroes in on it dangling at my side. Guess she hadn’t noticed me taking it out of the trunk earlier. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”

Her eyes narrow on the pale yellow swim trunks I’m wearing and I can’t stop smiling.

“And where are we going?”

I tip my head at the door. “TheLilly Graceis due to set sail in ten minutes, Captain. I chartered it for the day, and you’re coming with me.”

After a moment of surprise, Siena’s gaze falls to her laptop. “No, you didn’t. TheLilly Gracehas been booked out for months, and Carla spent all of cribbage night complaining about today’s charter. It’s a bachelorette party for…” She trails off as I slide a slip of paper across the counter: the invoice for today’s charter, with my name in point-forty font across the top. “Brooks Attwood.”

“Present and accounted for.”

She blinks slowly. “Brooks. What did you do to the bachelorette party?”

“I offered them alternate arrangements.” I check the time on my phone. “Emma Horton and her twenty best friends are currently in limos on their way to wine country. Their first tasting starts at one. But they’re having a boozy brunch at the Ivy Hotel first, which is where they’re staying tonight.”

“At theIvy? No one can afford the Ivy.”

I shrug. “I can.”

Siena makes a startled sound, a rapid rotation of emotions crossing her face. I can’t tell whether she wants to kill a smile, kill me, or both. It’s adorable. “You organized them a different bachelorette party so you could have the ship to yourself?”

“It’s not the ship I want to myself.”

She stares like she doesn’t have a clue what I’m on about. Personally, I think I’m being pretty damn clear with my words, so I leave them there for her to do what she will.

Siena tugs the tie out of her hair, letting it fall free around her shoulders as she massages her temples. “You need to train. And I need to be here at the shop.”

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