Page 55 of Total Ship Show

“You are fucking gorgeous. Do you know that?” He tickles the small tattoo inked into my pelvis near my pubic bone. “And this little beaver is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”

He climbs up the bed until he’s holding himself over me. Panting like I’ve just run a 10-K, I look into his eyes, satiated and happy, cupping his face in my hands.

“I could say the same of you, Dr. McFuckme.”

He throws his head back in laughter. “Is that a new nickname? It’s good.”

I smile. “It’s what I wanted to call you the moment you introduced yourself. You’re just confirming how right the nickname is for you.”

“Ah.” That dimple…honestly. I can’t even with his dimple. “Well, I’m all too happy to oblige. I like you, Adrienne. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever been with. You’re like…” he shakes his head. “I don’t know, a breath of fresh air, as cheesy as that sounds.”

Aww, listen to him with the sweet compliments.

And this isn’t the first time.

Is Aris McElfry catching feelings?

“Salty sea air is probably more like it,” I tell him. “But I appreciate the sentiment. Now, I seem to have hit the snooze button on my excellently performed wakeup call.” I wrap my hand around his swollen cock, and he hisses in response. “So, I’m going to need you to stick this hunk of a dick inside me and fuck me until you’re sure I’m good and awake.”

Beaming, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts my legs off the mattress. “I’ll do my absolute best.”

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Since neither Aris nor I had excursions planned for today, we take our time leaving our state room, prepared to spend the day on the beach of Montego Bay, our first port of call. Today is one of those crystal-clear days with not a cloud in sight.

“Did I throw my sunblock in that bag, Aris?”

“You didn’t.” He shakes his head and then kisses my temple like it’s something he does every day. “But I did. Can’t have my girl burning to a crisp when there’s so much more of her to explore, now can I?”

His girl?

For a moment his comment makes me feel all gushy, like a girl with a teenage crush, but I have to remind myself that none of this is real. I mean, yeah, the sex we had yesterday in the theater was real.

And the sex we had this morning was real.

But that’s all it was.

Just sex.

No romance.

No emotion.

No feelings.

Just two people reaching mutual orgasms. And that’s not a bad thing.

“Thank you.” I smile at him with the realization that we have a solid three more days together and then I have to worry about what happens when this ship show comes to an end.

Would he be the least bit interested in something after this?

It would be long distance.

How would that work?

Will he want to keep in touch?

Would it just be a booty-call sort of thing where he flies to L.A., or I fly to Seattle for a night or two of great sex and that’s it?

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