Page 29 of The VIP Package

“You really know what you’re doing.”

“You weren’t certain of that before boarding?”

“I trust you.” She shrugs as I tug at the ropes attaching the small tender to the side of the ship. “You’re amazing so far at all forms of sex. Figured you must be good at this too.”

“Your thought process eludes me.”

“Good.” Laughing, she re-ties the sarong at her waist. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Ash Hole.”

I hate how much I love that nickname. Since when does it turn me on to have a woman mocking me, even in a good-natured way? It’s not like I’m into degradation, but that’s not what she’s doing. Camille’s playful teasing makes me feel like less of an asshole, oddly enough.

I like that feeling a lot.

Clearing my throat, I finish securing the boat. “I have something you should see.”

“Your penis?” Tipping her sunglasses, she pretends to peer at my crotch. “It’s been twelve hours since I’ve seen it, so whip that bad boy out.”

“Hilarious.” And nice for my ego, but that’s beside the point. Slipping a hand into a cubby by the controls, I pull out a thin white envelope. “For you.”

“What is it?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, just tears open the seal and squints at the page. Her forehead furrows as she reads. “Your test results for sexually transmitted infections and diseases.” She looks up from reading and smiles. “Is this another one of your attempts at foreplay?”

I choose to ignore that question. “Obviously, you were required to upload your test results to the portal. It seemed unfair not to share mine.” We’ve already had unprotected sex.The last thing she needs is to be concerned I may have been lying.

“Thank you.” She folds the paper back into the envelope, then tucks it into her beach bag. “This makes me a little less freaked out about throwing caution to the wind yesterday.”

“Glad to hear it.” And I rather hoped she’d throw said caution just a little bit farther. “Are you ready for your skinny-dipping fantasy? There’s a ladder off stern, or I’ll have the tender unhooked in just a moment.”

A mischievous smile plays over her mouth. “We’re discussing your dinghy again?”

“Are you actually a pre-teen boy?”

“You’d better hope not. Otherwise, yesterday might raise some legal concerns.”

“You’re quite the comedienne.” It’s a battle to keep a straight face.

“I have a question.” Camille’s smile quirks. “You said you read through all my fantasies?”

“I did. Are you speaking, perhaps, of number two in section six?”

“Oh my God.” She takes a step closer, filling my senses with Shalimar and coconut sunblock. “You’re such an incredible geek.”

“I thought I was an Ash Hole.” I love how she says both like they’re compliments. “Boat sex, hmm?” Becauseof courseI made note of that when planning this excursion.

“Always wanted to get railed on a boat.” Cocking a hip, she regards me with interest. “Such a cool fantasy.”

“A common one. It’s why we have a whole section devoted to it on the Crystal Bliss menu.”

“Smart.” One more step closer and she’s officially entered my personal space. She trails a hand down my chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Once, I convinced myfriend Brooke to take me on her fiancé’s brother’s boat. He’s a commercial fisherman in Oregon, and I thought there might be an opportunity to tick that box.”

Once again, I’m not following the story. “You wanted to sleep with her brother?”

“Absolutely not. He’sengaged.” Her wide hazel eyes hold mine with something that looks like fury. “I might be impulsive and reckless, but I am never, ever,evera cheater. Given what I do for a living, I’ve seen infidelity destroy too many lives.”

My face feels hot, so I nod. “Of course. My apologies.”

“It’s okay, I’m not telling this well.” Her hand remains on my chest, and it’s startling how much I enjoy it. “Hayden joined us for the boat ride and I got him hyped up for the possibility. I mean, as hyped as Hayden gets for anything not work-related.” She makes a face and continues. “But he agreed to give boat sex a shot if the opportunity arose.”

“It didn’t happen?” The tease of her fingers at the opening of my shirt makes me dizzy.

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