Taking hold of him, she settled him inside her and worked him hard.After a while, he changed position, bringing her beneath him so they could both watch.It turned him on to see how aroused that made her.
They came together noisily with a huge amount of relief for both of them, but especially for him.“Any longer and I would have fucked you into next week and back,” he admitted as he collapsed on the bed alongside her.
Amber pulled a comic face of misery.“Are you trying to say there’s no chance of that now?”
He turned his head.“Are you disappointed?”
“What do you think?”she said.
Reaching out, he traced her cheek with his forefinger.“I think you’re a bad influence on me.”
“I’m a bad influence on you?”She laughed softly, contentedly.“It’s you who’s the bad influence.I’m very happy to have to inform you that you’re an extremely bad man.”
When Amber wokethe next morning, the first thing on her mind was more of the same.
“Can’t you pause long enough for me to say good morning?”Alexei reprimanded when she reached for him.
She shook her head.“No.”
He laughed, and, pressing her knees back, sank deep.They eventually made it to the shower, where they fucked like rabbits.Shaking his head in mock disapproval when she stopped him getting out, he took her again, buffeting her repeatedly against the cool marble wall until she screamed her release.It was like the first time all over again, judging by her body’s responses.
“Better now?”he murmured when she sucked in some much-needed air.
“That should get me through the next five minutes.”
He laughed and made no objection when she nestled her face against his chest.Fighting off feelings where Alexei was concerned was getting harder all the time.
“Do you want to sleep some more?”he asked as he carried her back to bed.
“Certainly not,” she said with feeling.“By my watch, it’s exactly seven o’ clock.Amber Smith.Reporting for duty.Sir!”
Chapter Six
Alexei had a video conference with his colleagues in the Blood and Thunder polo team booked for noon, so Amber and Alexei reluctantly, lingeringly, and loath to stop touching each other, parted company at ten.
So now she would shower and change into her crew uniform.And possibly—probably—definitely, think about Alexei all day.Once you’d tasted ice, there was no turning back.Amber swung around to glance one last time through the door as it closed behind her.And breathe.Complete with hard, tanned muscles glistening in the suds, and what looked like a day’s worth of stubble, Alexei was still lolling in his billionaire-sized bath in his billionaire-sized facilities “Plutocrat,” she flung over her shoulder as she let the door swing shut on his marble temple to everything that was way beyond her reach.
“Mouth,” he drawled contentedly as the door closed, sinking lower into the water.
“Yeah, and don’t you love it,” Amber murmured, smiling as she turned to go.
Pausing, she rested back against the door for a few moments to relive some incredible times from some utterly amazing hours.She hadn’t realized she could feel so close to someone or that sex could be so good.She had never dreamed she could experience such a wealth of feeling for anyone.
And that was dangerous, she thought as she straightened up.It was so easy to daydream when Alexei was in the frame.He might be amazing in every way, but she had to think of him as a one-off treat, a Christmas bonus.It was just too bad that her heart wanted so much more.
The friendsshe was starting to make on board were already busy in the galley.There was a lot to prepare when a billionaire yacht owner decided to give his staff the day off.
This would all be rich fodder for her article, Amber thought as she gazed around at what appeared to be organized chaos, though everyone seemed to be moving on prepared tracks and at the speed of light.She had already decided that her first article would concentrate on shipboard life, and the next, whatever she could find out about the famous polo team when they reached Isla Celeste.She would never kiss and tell—not that she could say much about Alexei’s private life, because, in spite of how close they’d become, he had very successfully kept her locked out of that part of his life, and what she had discovered would stay between them.Trust was like a green shoot and easily trampled, and she had no intention of doing that.
She watched the head chef for a while, wielding his knife like a ninja warrior, and found herself wondering if he was yet another soldier in Alexei’s army.Every man in the galley, now she looked around, could easily be warrior material.Whatever else they were, Alexei’s team was highly professional and hugely loyal to Alexei.It was soon clear how much they respected him, but they liked him and trusted him too.
“I can’t believe I’m supposed to be taking over from you for Christmas,” she told the chef, blanching at the sight of the insignia on his jacket that marked him out as a member of the elite Chaîne des Rôtisseurs.“What are you like at speed training a novice, whose specialty is hot pot and cheese on toast?”
He reassured her with a grin.“Don’t worry.I’ll leave everything ready for you, with instructions as to how things work around here.And if you get stuck, I know caterers in every port.”
“I can’t thank you enough,” she said with a sigh of relief.“How long will it take to reach Isla Celeste once we set sail?”
“Are you eager to get there?”
