Page 53 of Total Ship Show

“Be very careful what word you use in this very moment because whatever you’re about to say, I’m still inside you.”

“Well-endowed and incredibly talented,” she says with another giggle.

Fuck. Every time she laughs it’s like she’s squeezing me all over again. “You keep that up and we’re going to have to have a round two right here, right now.”

“Ooooh, maybe I need a shower and food first.”

But she’s not saying no to a round two!

“Good call.” I pat her ass and she slowly stands up.

“Maybe we should go collect our scavenger hunt winnings and then go get cleaned up for dinner?”

She gasps as she turns around to face me, buttoning her pants as I remove my condom, tie it in a knot and slip it into my pocket to throw away at the next visible trash can.

“Oh, my God! Aris! I never submitted the last pictures!” She bursts out laughing and it’s just loud enough that a few people from the stage look up our way. A few of them squint with their hands above their eyes shielding the light.

“Is anyone up there?” one of them calls.

I cover Adrienne’s mouth with my hand and kiss her forehead. “Shhhh.”

She nods and we sneak out the door into the lit hallway. Once we’re outside the theater she bursts into a fit of giggles.

“You really didn’t submit them?” I ask her, my brows raised. Not that I care even a little bit.

She shakes her head. “I didn’t! You ran us out of there so damn quickly, I didn’t take a second to submit anything!”

“C’est la vie.” I step up to her, cupping my hand gently around the back of her head. “What you did in there was better than any fucking prize we could’ve won. You’re incredible, you know that?”

She shrugs. “Says you.”

“Says me, indeed.” I nod, my eyes traveling from her gorgeous brown eyes to her grinning lips. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

Her brows shoot up. “You…” she gestures to the theater door. “You just had your way with me in a public theater and you’re actually asking permission to kiss me now?”

“I’m nothing if not a respectful gentleman.”

She scoffs a laugh. “If that was respectful in there, when do I get the experience the disrespectful side of Aris McElfry?”

“Okay, you got me. I’m always respectful.”

She moves her face even closer to me. “Then take note for next time. The idea of getting caught in there was a turn on I never saw coming. More so than I thought it would be. So as far as I’m concerned you can respect me any time you damn well please, but one of those times better include a good spanking over the railing of our state room balcony.”

I.

Have.

Died.

And.

Gone.

To.

Heaven.

“How was I the lucky guy to run into you in the airport that day?” I ask her, bewildered.

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