Page 27 of Seven Days

I watch him walk away, his ass still high and tight. “You’ve got a hot ass for an old man,” I yell.

He grins over his shoulder at me and heat burns through my chest, making it feel like it’s constricting. He’s so sexy it takes my breath away.

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The next morningI’m looking at the two bikinis he packed for me, mildly annoyed that I only have two to choose from, when Thomas walks into the bedroom.

“What are you doing? The car will be here in five minutes.”

“Which one should I wear?” I motion back and forth between the two.

“Uh.” He looks between me and the bed. “Does it really matter? They’re both bikinis, right?”

“One covers significantly more than the other.”

“Go with less coverage.” He winks at me. “Definitely.” His phone buzzes with a notification. He glances down quickly to read the message and then back up at me. “Put it on, cover up, grab your stuff, and let’s go. The car’s out front.”

He leaves the room as I pull the black bikini on. The bottoms are a thong that sits high up on my hips, barely covering my front either. The top is a plunge bra top with just enough support to keep me from being obscene. I grab the white sarong I bought yesterday and wrap it around my hips and toss a tank over my head. After a cursory glance in the mirror to make sure nothing is hanging out, I meet him by the front door.

He’s been acting weird and smug all morning so I have no idea what to expect today. The car drives past the town shopping area and resorts toward the marina. He pulls me from the car and down the dock to a gleaming white catamaran. It looks like one of the ones we saw last night with dozens of people milling around, but this one is empty aside from four crew members.

“Thomas.” I look over at him in awe. “How did you do this on such short notice?”

“A couple calls and a few swipes of my credit card is all it took.”

He steadies me as I step from the dock to the boat. A crew member hands me a frozen tropical drink as I look around in wide-eyed wonder. Thomas takes his drink and links our fingers together as they show us around the boat. There’s a bar and covered seating area with large cushions and gorgeous tropical floral arrangements everywhere. They show us the deck with a few benches nailed down. Then there’s the spot I’ve always dreamed of laying out on, the net that is open to the sea below. A few outdoor cushions and pillows are tossed down for comfort.

I ask if I can lay out on that now and the crew member giving the tour gives me the okay. I strip my top and sarong off, stuffing them into the straw bag I bought. Thomas sucks a breath through his teeth as his eyes sear a path up my body.

“I definitely told you to choose the wrong suit.” His voice is strained as he steps between me and the rest of the crew.

“You wanted less coverage.” I get down and crawl across the net, making damn sure I give Thomas the full effect of these bottoms. “You got less coverage.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and lays out beside me. “I’m going to make you pay for this torture later tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to that.”

I pull his face down to mine for a kiss and he rolls onto his side, blocking me from view as his hands roam over my curves. Occasionally, they dip below the material of my bikini, teasing a nipple or running under the hem of my bottoms.

“If you don’t stop that I’m going to slide on top of you and fuck you in front of the crew.” I bite down on his lip. “You’re kinky, but I feel like you wouldn’t want to share that moment with strangers.”

“I made you cum on camera for your ex to see.” His fingers dive between my folds. “God, that was so fucking hot. Feeling this cunt dripping for me as you came apart in my arms. He’s lucky I didn’t strip you down right there and fuck you for him. I bet he was hard, watching.”

His dirty talk and deft fingers have me grinding against his hand with heaving breaths. “Feel how wet you are? Just thinking about what a dirty girl my siren is makes you hot.”

The boat hits a wave and my tummy flips deliciously. His fingers dip deep inside me in the way only he can do, rubbing back and forth. I should care about the fact that the crew can probably tell what we’re doing but I don’t. He makes me want to be an exhibitionist.

“Fuck,” I cry out as we hit another wave. The sensation of the boat along with his fingers has me spasming around him. He kisses me through my panted cries, too possessive to let anyone else hear me come.

“Clean your mess,” he holds his fingers to my lips and I lick them as he slides them into my mouth. I love the way I taste on his skin. I hollow my cheeks and look into his eyes as he withdraws me. “Fucking perfect,” he whispers before kissing me again.

The rest of the day goes by entirely too fast. The catered lunch is delicious and the drinks never stop flowing. We take a tandem kayak around the Arch of Cabo San Lucas, stopping at Lovers Beach, and as we go back to port in the evening, a pod of dolphins plays in our wake. It was the most perfect day he could have given me. It was the most perfect trip he could have given me, actually.

Even though we’ve had disagreements, it’s only because we both have feelings developing. It’s hard to handle the duality of our situations. No one sees me as clearly as he does, just as no one is as forbidden as he is. This was always a losing game.

The sun is setting as we get home so we decide to make the most of it. The waves roll over our feet as we walk hand in hand through the foamy surf. If by some unspoken agreement, we just walk, enjoying the last dying rays of the sun. We only have tonight here and tomorrow night back in California together and I’m determined not to get in another argument.

“I have something for you. Just a little gift.” He pulls a long jewelry box wrapped with a bow out of his pocket and hands it to me.

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