Page 93 of Captivated

“Maybe a celebration of shots,” Marcus teases.

“What was it, like six fucking times?” Michael chimes in, sipping his mojito. I watch her turning red as she smiles at Toni for bringing her a mojito.

She’s looking at me as I smirk about it. “You’re all incorrigible,” she teases finally saying something. They laugh at her comment, with waiting faces.

“I am not discussing this.” Amelia smirks, she can’t keep a straight face.

“You said you would tell me when you had the best sex of your life,” Tina reminds her.

I laugh, grinning at Amelia, turning my attention to her. “Well that was a question from the game the other night.”

She sighs, chuckling. “Yes, fine, it was fucking amazing last night as well as both times this morning.” She grins, leaning over and kissing my lips. “You know you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

“Damn right I’m the best and the last,” I growl letting them all hear it.

“Yeah, it was,” Tierra squeals.

“Yep.” Tina smirks. “Oh hell, you just said ‘and the last.’ What are you saying Quinton?”

“Yeah, what are you saying bro?” Andy grins.You know what I’m fucking saying. I see it in all their faces.

“Can we just hush about it please,” Amelia pleads, grinning and looking away, “what is for breakfast?”

“Oh yeah the pesky steward said Chef is making lace pancakes.” Tierra grins.

I couldn’t keep it together, nor anyone else at the table. “Oh fucking hell,” Amelia whispers, laughing.

“How the hell do you guys know everything? He tripped in my panties leaving our room.” I laugh as he walks up.

She turns, around looking at him, he is equally as red. “Oh shit.” She smirks “Thanks for the heads up. I’m done talking.”

“It’s fine beautiful, it’s all in good humor.” I laugh, resting my hand on her knee.

“Boss what’s the itinerary for the day?” Michael asks leaning back, relaxing.

“I want to take Amelia to the shopping boutiques, check out the stairs, beach scene, then end the evening with dinner and clubs.” I smile at Amelia thinking about showing her the sights. I drop my hand to her knee as the steward returns carrying plates of food, continental style.

“Sounds good, should we hit some shops first then finish with beach?” Tierra suggests. “We can come back to clean up before dinner and clubbing. I have another dress Amelia should wear for tonight.”

“Good.” I nod at Amelia as she nibbles her breakfast. “You okay?” I know that look. She’s thinking something, overthinking. “They were just teasing about last night. Don’t be bothered.”

“I’m not upset about them teasing us.” She smiles as she sips her mojito. “I’m fine, seriously.” She doesn’t look fine … something has to be bothering her. “It’s just … Eric probably has discovered I’m not at the house or getting on that plane by now.”

I laugh. “Good riddance. I wish you would let me tell him about us now.” She smirks and rolls her eyes.I’m going to make you forget that fucktard. She laces our fingers.

“I like this,” she purrs as she leans her head on my shoulder.So do I sweetheart. I intend to keep her forever. I’ve just got to get rid of her husband.

AMELIA

“You ready sweetheart?” Quinton asks, holding out his hand.

“Yes.” He looks down and smiles at our intertwined fingers. “You’re very sexy in your shades.”

“As you are sweetheart.” He leans over, grinning as he sucks my bottom lip in a quick one-lip kiss. My heart flutters. “Come.”

“Do the captain and crew always stand when you leave and board the yacht?” I whisper. He’s grinning, watching the gang walk ahead of us. I can’t see his eyes, but I suspect he’s scoping the area.

“Yes, of course.” Standing on the docks by his yacht are four men in suits. They’re dressed similar to the suits in his building. He knows I’ve noticed them but explains zilch. Two file out in front of the gang. The other two are behind us.

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