With Reese’s eyes riveted on my face, refusing to let me go as he pulses one knuckle against me, I feel my body spiraling out of control. Over and over, he moves his hand until…
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!
My muscles squeeze and I swallow a gulp of air, determined to hold back the sounds of my orgasm. I move against him, unable to remain still any longer. My breath stops and starts, stops and starts and I pant against his neck, my arms gripping his broad shoulders as he rubs me through each wave. As I make my way back down to earth, Reese slows his assault, massaging me gently until my breathing returns to normal.
“That’s just a taste,” he murmurs, leaning in to nuzzle my throat.
Oh my god, Reese just watched me have a fully-clothed orgasm in the floor of a gym.
I can feel my face burst into flames and I hide it in the curve of his shoulder. Reese leans back and reaches up to cup my face. It’s hard to look him in the eye. “Don’t hide that from me. Don’t ever hide that from me.”
In the sweetest of kisses, Reese covers my lips with his own for a few, too-brief seconds before he wraps his arms around me again and holds me against his chest.
After a few minutes, when my buttery bones have started to solidify once more, Reese pulls back again. “Bet Brian never gave you a work out like that before, did he?”
His eyes are sparkling with mischief and, yet again, I have to hold back a smile.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
His eyes narrow and he smacks my butt. Hard. “What was that? I’m sure I didn’t hear that right.”
I give him my most innocent smile. “Nothing. I didn’t say a single thing.”
“That’s what I thought,” he says, kissing the end of my nose. “How about some breakfast? I’m starving.”
“I just bet you are,” I tease, planting my hands on his shoulders and standing, my legs only feeling slightly wobbly. “Come on, let’s go feed the beast.”
“Oh you already are,” Reese says, reaching for my hand as we make our way from the gym. “Trust me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - Reese
As much as I would’ve liked to have a quiet, intimate breakfast in my room with Kennedy, I figured there was no reason to put myself through that. Her sassy little comments coupled with the images I kept getting of her naked, showering in the room right next door was more than enough to convince me to bring her up on deck for breakfast. In public.
I smile just thinking about her reaction when I escorted her back to the stateroom next to mine rather than her tiny shared room in crew quarters. “I had Karesh bring your things here.”
She looked at me with worried eyes. “I don’t want the others to think that I’m—”
“I don’t care what the others think and neither should you. I want you here. I want you close to me. That’s all that matters. Everyone else can go to hell.”
She might’ve wanted to argue, but she didn’t, especially when I opened the door to the stateroom and Karesh had made the few other changes I’d asked him to make. Fresh flowers were overflowing a crystal vase that he’d placed on the dresser. Her cosmetics bag was sitting on the vanity. Her robe was draped over the end of the bed, which had been made while we were gone. The curtains over the balcony had been drawn back to display the stunning view. And, most importantly, a tiny coffee table had been placed out there, a private place from which she can sit and enjoy the outdoors as much and as often as she’d like. As thrilled as Karesh said she seemed about just having a window in her other room, I figured a balcony would seal the deal.
And it did.
She turned bright eyes and a quietly beaming smile on me. “Thank you. It’s beautiful here.”
“It doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“I’m so tickled, I’m not even going to comment on the quality of that line,” she quipped.
“I’m sure I’ll hear about it later.”
She laughed. “Probably.”
Now, I’m waiting for her to arrive at the big table set on the upper deck. Once she realized we’d be having a gourmet breakfast with my clients, she wanted a few extra minutes to make herself “presentable.” So I honored her wishes, as hard as it was to leave her there to get dressed all on her own.
We are just being served coffee, making small talk, when Karesh finds me at the table. “Anything else I can get for you, sir?”
“No. And the arrangements you made for Kennedy were perfect. Thank you.”
He nods. “My pleasure, sir. I’m glad it worked out.”
Jeremy Hobbs, an early-thirties IT guy who made a killing off some malware he developed, speaks up before Karesh can leave. “I think I’d like the beautiful red-head to join me this morning. Will you send her up?”
Karesh glances quickly at me before nodding. “Of course, sir. I’ll let her know.”
“Got tired of that one already, did you, Spencer?” asks Nathan Todd, a young philanthropist that has a few…risqué proclivities that he likes to keep on the down low. And I, of course, can make that happen.
“Amber’s a beautiful woman,” I say, skirting the question. Few clients take the same voyage on the same boat with the same crew, but Nathan is one of those few. He was interested in Amber the last time he was onboard, but she was only interested in entertaining me behind closed doors. And that’s always a choice I leave to each crew member. They’re all tested, as are my clients, in case they decide to take matters further, but what happens during the cruise is always consensual, never expected.
“Holy god, who ordered her?” Nathan says, completely ignoring me as he looks over my shoulder. I turn to see Kennedy walking toward us. She has this sexy, slinky walk that I doubt she’s even aware of, but it’s hot as hell. Still not as hot as her, though. If her walk is attractive, then she herself is jaw-dropping.
Her eyes are practically glowing between her dark lashes and her lips are stained just the right amount of pink. They look like ripe peaches, begging to be tasted. Her hair is piled on top of her head with a few pieces hanging loose, curled and left to dangle to her bare shoulders. She’s wearing a straight, white dress with straps that cross over the tops of her br**sts and tie behind her neck. A gold hoop in the center of her sternum gives a teasing glimpse of her cle**age and I’d bet my left nut that she’s not wearing a bra.
I hear the scuff of chair legs and I look around to find every man at the table rising when she stops in front of me. She looks around at each of them, nodding and smiling in a blanket gesture before turning those translucent eyes on me.