My body is still shaking with aftershocks, Anson buried deep inside me. His large hand around my throat is more like a caress than a threat, the gentle squeeze enough to drive me wild.
Anson groans into my neck before pressing his forehead against mine. "What are you doing to me?" He asks, his voice is raw and full of awe.
I chuckle, my hands straining against the door. "I can say the same thing."
He slowly pulls himself from me and immediately I feel lonely without his touch. His hands trail up my torso to my arms above my head as he ever so gently removes the belt and rubs the tension from my muscles. "You did so well, baby."
"I can't take all the credit. I didn't give myself two toe-curling orgasms. That was all you." Shit, I didn't mean to say that. All these feel-good endorphins flooding my system have also loosened my damn lips.
He chuckles and brings my wrists to his mouth kissing them lightly. "I'll aim for three next time."
This man is a dream come true.
"There's going to be a next time?" The thought of him commanding my body over and over again has new waves of pleasure snaking down my spine. The man has said more words to me in the past twenty minutes than he did all week and now he wants there to be a next time.
Do I want there to be a next time? Absolutely. There's only the minor problem that he's my boss and we're stuck together on a boat with very little privacy, but the thought of getting caught in a compromising position kind of turns me on.
Okay, not kind of, but a lot.
"That all depends on you, Hannah." His eyes bore into mine as he continues. "I've tried to stay away from you, but I lose control when it comes to you. I need to have you Hannah, but you say the word and it won't happen again. You call the shots."
I answer without hesitating. "Yes, Captain," I say with a smile. "There will be a next time." Anson pulls me close and kisses me hard, leaving me breathless.
By the time I'm dressed and ready to leave, my feet don't want to move. I don't want to leave this bubble.
Instead of sneaking through the bridge and the galley below, I step out of the side door and onto the top deck of the ship. Garrett should be back any minute and I don't want to risk running into him or seeing Damon in the galley.
I can hear Robbie and Keeran as they work on scrubbing the boat down, their voices playful and teasing. Nothing's happened between them yet, but I guarantee something will happen before we leave the boat. The two of them are always cuddling in the crew mess during dinner or downtime.
The sun feels warm on my skin, and I let it wash over me. It's not often that I get to enjoy the sunshine with all the interior work I have to do. Breathing a deep sigh, I make my way through the boat and back inside to work.
I amsolooking forward to next time.
***
"Oh, Hannah?" Dr. Olivier places her hand on my arm as I pour her a glass of orange juice the next morning. "I wanted to tell you that Keith will be on board with us next week. We’ll pick him up tomorrow. Isn't that lovely?"
Lovely? For whom? Keith is an asshat, and I can't stand him.
Gritting my teeth, I give a polite smile and try my best to not sound annoyed. "How nice. I'll make sure the guest room is all set for him."
Keith would visit his grandparents every summer which meant that a lot of the time, I was forced to play with him. He's older than me and always tried to force me to play games I didn't want to play. What's worse is that when we got older, he thought he was entitled to me, entitled to everything.
I hate him.
He pretends to be a good person, but he’s an arrogant asshole. He learned quickly that I won't put up with his shit. Pretty sure a fist to his testicles, when I was sixteen, cleared that right up.
But him being on board? I'm not sure how it's going to go.
When you're on a yacht working, you're expected to put up with any type of inappropriate comments or dickish behavior from a guest. Many times, I’ve had to hold my tongue and grin and bear it just to keep my job. I have this feeling that Keith will take advantage of that.
Only now he’ll have the entire crew to boss around and follow his every whim.
Anson, Captain Pike, said they were expecting to have some guests, I just didn't think it would be him.
Last summer, Mark's sister and her husband joined them for a week, and they were such nice people.
Keith isn't. Not even close.
