Page 38 of Pomegranates and Olive

"Maybe we should try again, just to be sure."

"Seriously, you're disgusting."

You are so hot for him. Just kiss him, you silly bitch.

"You keep saying that and yet here you are again."

"I'm not going to listen to you anymore." I stood up to leave. "I hate you, Deniz Yilmaz."

"You know what? I think I might hate you as well." Deniz stood and was beside me in an instant. He pulled me against his chest. Hard. Hard enough to feel his size 15 ding dong against my stomach. He crushed his lips down on mine with urgency. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and we were duelling in a furious battle of passion and desire.

His hands start to move. They roamed over my body and ran through my hair. Then he slipped his hands under the infamous Bieber t-shirt and cupped my ass as he ground his hardness against my already soppingmicio.

And then against all of my better judgment and almost against my own will I went full slut on him. Dragging my t-shirt over my head I tossed it to the ground. My knees wobbled as I stood before the most obnoxious man I had ever met in my red Hanes undies and a smile.

"I think you might be certifiable." Deniz gave a little groan of appreciation as he reached out to caress my breast, pinching my nipple lightly, before shaking his head. "But tonight is not the right time for us."

Hooking my fingers into my Hanes I slowly dragged them down my thighs. "I think it is."

"No,askim." His eyes were full of lust as he scanned me from top to bottom but he shook his head again and grabbed my hands. "I'm not going to make love to you because you've been drinking. There are rules about such things."

"Since when do you have a conscience, Yilmaz?" Mymiciowas practically dripping down my legs. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. "Come on, hot stuff. Come and get it."

His gaze intensified as he sucked in a breath, but shook his head yet again, then leaned down, picked up my t-shirt and handed it to me. "When we make love, and I promise you we will, I want you to remember every moment, every caress, every kiss and every sigh. I want you to scream my name as you come, and I promise you, you will come, over and over. But not tonight."

If only that were true.

He took a moment to regain his composure before bending forward to kiss me again. It was passionate, hard, exciting but then he pulled his lips away with a smack and was gone. He jumped off the terrace and ran into the darkness.

I shake my head and I’m back on the boat, staring at Deniz in horror. I choke back a humiliated sob as my face burns the same colour as those red Hanes.

Oh yes, I remember last night now.

Rejected by a man-whore with the size 15 ding dong that would normally service any vagina... any vagina but mine.

Well that's just great, isn't it?

I scowl as I assess the number of reasons why this man-whore refused to screw me. I come up with exactly... zilch! Nothing! Alright, at worst it might've been because I had a case of garlic breath from all of Aydin's delicious food, but then he had eaten the same meal! To not sleep with me because of garlic breath especially after flirting with me all day? I mean that sex on the beach comment was totally a suggestion!

No way I'm going to have sex on the beach with you now, buddy.

"Phew, that was a close call." I give him a little smile to let him know that his rejection means nothing to me. "I've been told before that Negroni's make me seriously slutty."

"I promise, you were perfectly respectable... once you put your clothes back on, that is." Deniz laughs loudly as he pulls his own t-shirt over his head giving me yet another viewing of what I’d already discovered is a sensational upper body. "Just giving you a taste of what you've got to look forward to."

I try not to stare, but the way his tattooed muscles move as he unhitches the bowline is completely hypnotic. The guy doesn't have an ounce of fat on him. It’s all muscle, not ‘roid rage muscle, but the natural kind of someone who understands that a little hard work won’t kill them. My eyes move lower past the perfect pecs with its smattering of brown hair, past the abs that my fingers are itching to touch, to his ink-covered V-line (See? I said that his V-line was going to be banging!). His black cargo shorts are sitting low on his hips and again I find myself wondering just what lies beneath. I can’t say I’ve ever seen a size 15 ding dong before. A wave of desire bursts through me as I gaze at his half-naked body.

Your life is a shambles, Olive!

Reluctantly, I pull my eyes away from his hidden package as heat rushes to my cheeks.

You don't need this man in your life.

My eyes now follow him as he crosses the deck to the helm. He picks up a battered straw hat and puts it on.

Sweet Baby Jesus! He's a half-naked cowboy!

So engrossed was I in the man porn in front of me, that I don’t realise that one of the passengers is waving her hand back and forth in front of my face in an effort to gain my attention.

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