Page 33 of Total Ship Show

I pictured myself untying the back of her halter top and kissing my way down her smooth shoulders. Gliding my hands up and down her body, feeling every inch of her curves and then resting my face between her legs until she screams for mercy.

But I’m not a douchebag kind of guy.

I didn’t ask her to help me this week so I could get into her pants.

And no matter how hard it might be to keep my hands to myself, with the exception of a kiss here and there to keep our roles believable, I’m determined to be the guy she needs.

The good guy.

The guy who cares more about her needs than his own.

I can be that guy for her.

“I could spend all day right here in this spot and never get tired of looking out at the ocean.”

“Same,” I whisper behind her even though I’m not looking at the ocean.

Finally, she turns with a yawn. “Alright if I grab a shower before bed?”

“Absolutely. Mi casa es su casa…or however that goes. Are you sure you don’t want to hang out at the club with your friends? I know they mentioned partying there tonight. It’s my fault you didn’t get to go but I imagine they’re still there if you want to go hang out.”

She smiles with a nod. “No, thank you, Aris. Honestly, I think this day has zapped my energy more than I anticipated. Keeping up two completely different schemes is exhausting, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little.” I frown. “I’m sorry about that too.”

“Don’t be sorry.” She shakes her head. “I’m having a blast.”

“Good. Okay, good. Me too. Hanging out with you has been fun.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” She gestures to the room. “With my being here? I really don’t mind going back downst—”

“Yeah. Absolutely stay.”

I don’t want you to go.

“It’s totally fine. We’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.” I reassure her. “I promise, I’m a gentleman.”

She smooths her hand down my arm. “I never had any doubt.”

“No?” I narrow my eyes?

“Nope.”

“Not even when I had your pretty pink dildo in my hand? You didn’t think I was a creeper then?”

She shakes her head laughing. “Nope. A creeper would’ve wanted me to pick it up and hold it in my hand. Or a creeper would’ve put it in his mouth and sucked on it to see what it tasted like.”

This is where I don’t tell her I may have had that thought.

“It would’ve tasted like soap, if you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Uh huh.”

“Hey quick change of subject, but I forgot to tell you how amazing you were tonight. The beaver thing? Your story about your education and all that?” I shake my head in awe. “You were wonderful. How on earth did you come up with all that so quickly?”

“I didn’t have to come up with it. It’s the truth.”

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