“How many times I want to hear you say my name before I make you come.” I kept my face neutral but smiled inwardly when her dance steps faltered from my words.
“You don’t play fair, Mr. Grant,” she purred at the same time my hands began to slide her bikini bottoms down and over her hips.
“No, I don’t play fair, but I do play for keeps,” I said low against her ear before biting her earlobe. “You feeling better?”
“Mmmm,” came her response when I pushed two fingers inside her already wet channel.
“I’ll take that as ayes.” I’d been a little concerned the previous night with her not feeling too well, but it seemed that had passed. I pushed her closer to the railing of the balcony, placing her hands on the rail for leverage. However, she reached back with one of her hands, sliding it down into my shorts and into my boxer briefs to release me. “I was going to at least ask if you wanted to shower with me before we got to this part, but—shit!” I cursed and growled when she squeezed my shaft.
“You’re talking too much, Mr. Grant. I’d…oooh, shit.”
It was her turn to moan and curse as I took the words out of her mouth when I slid all of my inches deep inside her. I used one hand to hold onto the railing and the other to hold onto her hip. I silently thanked the designers of the ship for making this stateroom and balcony private. I pulled back until I was almost completely outside of Chanel’s wetness, and then pushed deeply inside her again. A shudder ran through her body as my ministrations forced her onto her tiptoes. This was great, but I wanted to see her eyes.
“What!?” she shrieked when I pulled completely out of her.
“Turn around,” I ordered, ignoring her panicked question. When she did as asked, I stripped us both of our clothing and lifted her so her legs wrapped around my waist. I walked back inside our room, laying us on the bed. Pushing her knees apart, I entered her again. Chanel’s back bowed off the bed, her arms pulled me into her, and our lips collided around our moans and pants for air. We got lost in a haze of passion, combined with the smell of saltwater in the air, and pure pleasure. By the time we finished, we both were sprawled out on the bed, sweaty and breathing heavily.
“That makes two workouts for you today,” she laughed as she threw one of her legs over mine. I pushed her hair off her face, kissed her forehead and lay back against the pillows.
“Shower?”
“Mm-hm. Then breakfast and the pool.”
“Agreed,” I stated, lifting up and holding my hand out for her to lead us both into the shower.
Frustratingly, Chanel refused me another round in the shower, but I promised I’d make her make up for that later.
The day was spent as planned. We had a delicious breakfast and then headed to the adult-only pool, where we met another young couple who were on their honeymoon. That had me wondering where Chanel and I would honeymoon one day. It was inevitable, that marriage was where we were headed, and kids to follow. I wanted the whole nine yards with her, and I made a mental note to talk to her about it all before we left the cruise. I needed to see where her head was at concerning it all, because truthfully, I couldn’t see even another full year passing without me putting a ring on her finger. The counseling sessions I’d been doing on my own made me realize how important it was to state my wants and needs upfront. Marriage was almost a no-brainer for me.
“You’re not drinking?” I asked when Chanel just asked the attendant for another bottle of water. This part of the ship had regular staff taking and bringing out drinks and some food requests.
“No. I just don’t want to drink for some reason, but I’m craving water. Strange, but I need to stay hydrated I guess.” She shrugged.
I didn’t think much of it as she sauntered off back into the pool to talk and laugh with the wife of the couple we’d been talking with.
The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent poolside, meeting people and even taking short naps. It felt good to spend a day having nothing to do. Usually, I’d find myself bored out of my skull or anxious to get back to work, but hearing Chanel’s laughter coupled with the buzz from my drinks, and the view of nothing but blue water for miles all around us, really made me take in how small we all are. Sounded corny, but shit, I was on vacation after pulling off the biggest openings of my career. And despite what I’d told Chanel, I was getting regular updates from Isaac about what was happening in Vegas, and from Bryce back at home. Everything was going smoothly, save for a few minor incidents which are always expected. I had a capable staff around me, which always helped me to breathe a little easier.
The next day, we arrived in Cozumel, Mexico around seven in the morning and were up and ready to go on the adventures we had planned that day. I, unlike Chanel, was ready to have a day of excursions, but she was a trooper. We first went canoeing and snorkeling in a lagoon area. The exotic fish and underwater life amazed the hell out of me. It wasn’t the first time I’d been snorkeling, or even to Mexico, but the sights always left me in awe. After snorkeling, we went to another part of the island to swim with and feed dolphins. After that, we stuffed our face at a little hole-in-the-wall by the beach that served the best fish tacos I’d ever had in my life. That was saying a lot, coming from me.
It was a fantastic day that I knew would be topped off by an extraordinary evening.
****
“I’m pretty sure you scared the hell out of the woman,” I told Chanel as we made our way down the hall from our room. We were on our way to having a light dinner at the same spot that was going to be hosting the karaoke night. I had a little surprise I hadn’t told Chanel about.
“What do you mean? I was just offering my professional opinion.”
“See, that right there is the first problem. We’re on vacation, and anytime you eventhinkI may be conducting business you give me the side-eye, yet here you are, giving awoman you just met two days ago—a woman who’s on her honeymoon, no less—advice about a post-nuptial agreement, and then start rattling off divorce statistics. I’m pretty sure her face started turning green.”
“Oh, stop, it wasn’tthatbad. And don’t think I don’t know about the daily updates you’re getting from Isaac and Bryce.”
I gave what I’d hoped was a sheepish grin, but she wasn’t buying it. So instead, I smacked her ass that was sitting quite lovely in her plum cocktail dress. “Gotta keep an eye over my business, even while away.”
“Yeah, you just make sure you keep an eye on something else,” she retorted saucily, as she stepped inside the restaurant door I held open for her, wiggling her hips a little.
“Trust me, baby girl, I can do both.”
She gave me one last saucy grin before our hostess showed us to a table in front of the stage. The karaoke hadn’t begun yet, which gave us a little time to eat before the fun began.
