“When.” I was putting the ball back in Lucinda’s court, but she had no option, she was mine.
I meant it. I was never letting her go.
She covered my hand with hers and stared into my eyes.
My hips rocked on their own. Our bodies smacked together.
“Can you give me one more, Lucinda?”
“Was that a question?”
The hint of amusement made my dick twitch.
“I missed playing with my sweet Lulu,” I said in a cheeky voice I knew she’d remember.
Her throat constricted.
I pulled all the way out and pressed back into her, slow and steady. I pinned her down, fucking her through the floor to get deep inside of her. I wanted her to remember. I wanted to leave my mark on her, give her all of me. I expected nothing less from her.
“Now, Lucinda.” I grunted and released inside of her.
She screamed through her own orgasm, her eyes confused before they closed. Her body spasmed and squeezed me, her energy focused on where we connected. I collapsed on her side and wrapped myself around her. We were both fully clothed, a tangled mess. I couldn’t hold her close enough. She ripped open my shirt and placed her cheek on my bare chest.
I cradled the back of her head and kissed her.
“I’ve got you, Lulu.” I kissed her again.
She answered me in the most appropriate way by whispering, “Thank you, Sir.”
Epilogue
Lucinda
* * *
The last twenty-four hours had my head spinning. We’d made it back to the boat off the coast of Saint Augustine, Florida. The cruise was on the return route back to South Carolina. Zach and I hadn’t made any decision regarding our future. We were together, but nothing was concrete. His deception still lingered in the back of my mind, but it was hard to stay mad when my heart had found its home. I was content and had fully consented to go along for the ride. Promises made during the throes of passion or in the aftermath of an argument were unreliable. I was truly exhausted, happy to not think and let Zach take the lead.
For now.
“Happy Birthday Lulu.”
Zach stood at the end of the bed in his stateroom, a manilla envelope in his hand.
“Thank you, Uncle Zach.”
He cringed and dropped the envelope on my chest.
“What is this?” I flipped it over.
“Open it.”
I opened the tab and pulled out a small stack of papers.
The Contract was written at the top of page one.
“It’s me asking for permission.” His voice remained stoic as he shoved his hands in his pockets.
I flipped through the pages. Eight in all.
