Page 46 of Total Ship Show

I fix Aris’s pants and clear my throat quietly as I stand up in front of him, not sure if I should make eye contact or not so I choose the latter.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Harding.”

He smiles. “You’re welcome.” He shakes Aris’s hand once again. “You’re a lucky man, Aris. Any woman willing to do that…in public? I’d say she’s a keeper.”

I can feel his gaze on me, but I’m too turned on at the moment to look.

“I think you might be right.”

Finally, I peek at Aris and see that he’s watching me with a look of bewilderment. His expression makes me feel shy, so I give them all a half-hearted smile. And for that faint moment, I wonder what it might be like to be Mrs. Doctor Aris McElfry.

We say goodbye to our new hockey playing friends and I tell Aris we need to head back up to the pool deck to find Gertrude for our next task. We hop into the elevator and the minute the doors close, Aris has me up against the wall, his body pressed against mine. One hand on my hip, the other cupping the back of my neck, his thumb on the side of my cheek.

“What are you doing to me?” he breathes, mere centimeters from me.

My eyes widen and my chest heaves as butterflies flutter around in my stomach. My body heat rises as my insides ignite.

“What amIdoing? What are you doing tome?”

He gently rubs his nose against mine and my eyes flutter closed for just a moment. “Adrienne, since the moment I saw you in that airport with your…your adorable innocence…I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind and then you were here and fuck me, I don’t know what’s going on, but I think you’ve put a spell on me.”

“Innocence? I was carrying a penis in my bag, Aris.”

He smiles, his forehead resting against mine, his hands on my hips gripping me tighter.

Holy Hell, this is hot.

“Yeah. You were. And it was goddamn sexy as hell. I wanted to wrap my arms around you and kiss you right then.”

Oh, God, I can’t breathe.

“And now?”

He pauses for a moment, breathing with me, and then he finally whispers against my mouth, “Now I want to do so much more than kiss you, Adrienne. I want to make you mine.”

Okay!

I want that too.

Ding!

The elevator doors open, and Aris squeezes his eyes closed, exhaling against me. He smiles, pats my ass, and then takes my hand. “Come on. Let’s go see Trudy.”

* * *

I’ve pictured Aris in many different scenarios since the moment I met him, but until now, not one of those scenarios was watching him do a set of burpees in front of a ninety-year-old woman while wearing a pink polka-dotted speedo thong.

“Mmm. Impressive.” Gertrude wags her brows as she sits in her chair watching Aris from the front and admiring his bulging package in the pink speedo. I have to say I’m also impressed. It’s as if it’s made specifically for showing off a man’s crown jewels.

“Ten more, you sexy mother fucker,” Gertrude calls out. She spins her fingers around and around. “And turn around. I need to watch from the back this time.”

And there he is.

Dr. Aris McElfry in all his bare ass glory. Well except for the tiny pink string between his cheeks. Holy hell. His ass is a fine ass. A mouth-watering tightly toned globe of muscle that I wouldn’t mind digging my fingers into, even more than I did for our picture, if given the chance.

“Eight…nine…ten.” Aris raises his arms in triumph as those around us applaud him, including Miss Gertrude.

“That’a boy,” she says with a smile. “Now get over here and get your victory kiss.”

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