Jinx's Fantasy - Pepper Winters Page 0,9
modern trends and unobtrusive palettes. I hope that’s all right.” Tasmin turned to face us. “If you want to change anything, we can provide a trusted decorator.”
“It’s fine.” I smiled. “It’s the epitome of luxury.”
“It’s also safe.” Prest headed to the couch and peeled back a few of the puffy cushions. Reaching down, he pulled out seatbelts. “If the seas are rough, it’s best to strap in. There are seatbelts in all the rooms, in all the beds, and on deck.”
“Looks as if we won’t have to install harnesses, Sinclair.” Cal laughed. “The restraints are already there to stop people from jumping overboard while in the middle of a VR session.”
I threw him a stern look. “Quiet.”
He nodded and shut up about our potential use for this craft.
Prest eyed me but wisely didn’t ask for elaboration. Clearing his throat as if his patience was running out, he said, “Follow me. We’ll go to the helm. I’ll introduce you to your captain, Grant, and he can show you the abundant technology available.”
“Lead the way.” I placed my hand on Eleanor’s lower back.
She shivered, and her eyes lingered on the huge bed.
We’d planned on setting sail in Calypso tomorrow for Rapture. To journey from Indonesia to Tahiti and sample the boat before handing it over to the business over there.
However, now that Prest had delivered early, perhaps we’d leave tonight.
After all, there were a lot of rooms to christen.
And a droplet or two of cinta would help with that.
Kissing Eleanor pointedly on her cheek, I waited until Cal and Jess had followed Elder and Tasmin, leaving us alone for a moment. Radcliffe and Rory had stayed up by the swimming pool, scanning the horizon as they always did for threats.
“I’m sure we could come up with a wicked fantasy to indulge in while we sail around the world.” I spun her into me and kissed her, quick and sharp.
She threw her arms around my neck. “I can think of one.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Standing on tiptoes, she bit my ear, her breath tickling my neck. “An underwater hallucination. Something where we can breathe beneath the waves and look up at a ship like this sailing over our heads all while we fuck on the seafloor.”
“I love your dirty mind.”
“Could you code something like that?”
“I can code anything.”
“In that case...” She pulled away and entwined our fingers, guiding me out the door. “Best get typing, husband.”
“Have you had that fantasy for a while?” I glanced at her ass as she stopped, then turned back to face me.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I raised an eyebrow. “Since when?”
“Since every time I watch you swim laps around Batari. You’re so sleek and powerful. You’re as comfortable in the water as living beside it. And...we have a lot of sex in the water, what with Nirvana and all our midnight beach strolls...I’ve become rather intrigued with the idea of being beneath the surface instead of floating.”
My mind raced to create. To formulate the best fucking fantasy of her life.
“Any other requests?”
She licked her lips. “I’d like to be powerful. Like the daughter of Triton or something. And you have to bow to me while I sit on my shell throne.” Placing her hand over my rapidly interested heart, she breathed, “You’ll beg me to fuck you all while we both know you could take me against my will. You’ll try to convince me that only you can grant me the best pleasure in all the oceans and...”
I growled as she grabbed my cock, fisting my hard length. “And?”
“And I deny you.”
“Deny me?” I squeezed her fingers around me, thrusting into her hold, grateful we were alone but cursing the fact that she’d made hiding my erection a painful problem.
“Deny you until you stop begging and fuck me anyway.”
Grabbing her hair, I tipped her head back. “I could fuck you now.”
She panted, her nipples pebbling beneath her bikini and dress. “You could.”
“Want me to?”
“I always want you to.”
Smashing my mouth on hers, I kissed her indecently, decadently, and as dark and dangerous as we always kissed. Ruthless and savage, complete with teeth and tongue and torment.
The temptation to shove up her dress and shove down my shorts almost made me kick the door closed.
But...
Something she’d said.
A part of her fantasy that made me play along with her kinky game.
Fisting her wrist, I yanked her tight fingers from my cock and held her at arm’s length. Her chest rose and fell; her grey eyes flashed.
“Come along, Jinx. We haven’t finished the tour yet.”
She scowled. “Not