He laughed and clapped my shoulder. “Celeste will keep you on your toes. But she is too much about work as well. The two of you need to remember to play.”
I thought again about Jett. About using his body for my pleasure only a few hours ago. “I do play, Sidi,” I said, trying not to smirk. “Trust me, I play.”
He laughed. “I do not mean the ladies, Locke. I have seen your picture everywhere with pretty girls.”
“If you ask me when I’m going to settle down, I’ll think your wife has been in your ear too long,” I warned before drinking the last sip of water from my glass.
Al-Qadiri pushed back his chair from the table and stretched. “Ahh, no. I am no matchmaker, and marriage and children are not for everyone. But I know that time away from work and stressisfor everyone. And that is all I will say to you about that for fear of sounding too much like an old man.”
Esteban must have been listening to our conversation because he came over to pile on. “Saleem is right. And it is time for me to play. It is hard to be cooped up in here while the ladies are laid out so lovely in the late afternoon sun. Let’s go.”
While I hadn’t seen who’d traveled here with Esteban other than his son, I knew the older man usually brought along amistress or two. Never his wife, and never the same woman twice.
As we filed out of the room and collected our electronics, I caught sight through the open doors of the women laid out in chaises by the pool. Most of them were beautiful, slim and sexy in various types of revealing swimsuits.
But surprisingly, it was a man who caught my eye.
Jett was sprawled on a double-wide chaise alongside a sexy young woman in a tiny bikini. He was shirtless and wore only a pair of small swim shorts in a familiar blue checked pattern. Even from here, I could see ab muscles and the curves of shoulder and thigh muscles.
He laughed at something the woman said, and she leaned over to whisper something else, making both of them laugh again.
Jett Davis was fucking Kryptonite. Worse than that, he was like loitering munitions. Hanging around seemingly benign, but ready to cause mass destruction at any time.
My dick filled just watching him. Despite fucking him earlier, I wanted him again. To plant myself inside him over and fucking over until I couldn’t get it up anymore.
“Mr. Maris, would you like me to call Mr. Davis back inside?” an attendant inquired softly after seeing me watching Jett with a scowl on my face.
“Yes, please. Tell him to meet me in my suite. Thank you.”
The woman nodded and disappeared through a side door, moving swiftly down the stairs to the lower terrace level. I watched her approach him if only to see how disappointed he would be when his fun was interrupted, but disappointment wasn’t what I saw.
His face brightened, and he jumped up, tossing unknown words over his shoulder to his chaise mate before grabbinghis shirt and yanking it on. Within moments, he was hurrying toward the house on the lower level.
I turned to our suite and moved just as swiftly, not wanting to be caught watching.
Unfortunately, when I got to the suite, my phone started pinging with messages from the office, reminding me of a critical video conference I had with one of our largest customers.
“Just give me three minutes to change,” Jett said, rushing into the room. “And I can help with whatever you… what?”
From this close up, I could see the sweat on his skin, the way the edges of his hair curled more than usual from it, and the noticeable outline of one of his nipples under the soft cotton tee.
I know what that nipple tastes like.
The thought made me salivate, and for a split second, I had the outrageous thought that this man had been deliberately planted to distract me from serious business.
I swallowed and ground my teeth together. “I, ah, have a meeting.”
His brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay…?”
“I thought maybe you could…” I wanted him to rub my shoulders again, but it would be too distracting. Plus, he would be visible on-screen. I remembered the most recent Paxis session. “Email Minnie and ask her to get me an updated summary of all inspection activity from ships in the Baltic region, with special focus on North Sea and Kiel Canal itineraries.”
He nodded. “Anything else?”
“C’mere.”
He stepped closer until I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him the rest of the way into my personal space until his lips were close enough to taste. Jett’s arms immediately went around me as I took possession of his mouth, my hunger for him flaring hot.
We kissed for several long moments until I finally had to force myself to pull away. “I missed you,” I admitted gruffly. “Now go.”
