aboard.”
“I’m happy to be aboard,” she said with a smile.
A cool ocean breeze lifted her hair. I wanted to know if it felt as silky as it looked. I turned my gaze away before she could see what I was thinking about. The tank she wore was tight, hugging her ample breasts. It was hard not to be that guy. The guy that stared at a woman’s breasts instead of her eyes.
“Do you work in an office or do you work from home?” she asked.
“I do have an office,” I answered. “I have a staff that runs things.”
“Do you work out of it?”
“Sometimes,” I answered truthfully. “I don’t get involved with much of the actual business side of things. I have a finance guy, an assistant, and a handful of other employees that take care of all that. Mostly, I take meetings, I design, and I decide how much a design is worth. I can do that from my office at home. I get a lot more work done at home than in the office.”
“I get that,” she said. “I like to do a lot of work from home or a restaurant or my friend’s bar.”
“A bar?” I questioned. “I didn’t take you for a barfly.”
She softly giggled. “I’m not a barfly. It’s about the only time I can talk to my friend, Nelle. She works nights. I work days.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Why don’t you show me how to drive this thing?” she asked.
“You don’t just drive a man’s boat,” I told her.
She burst into laughter. “I won’t drive it. How about I steer?”
“It’s like driving a car without pedals.”
She got to her feet. “Show me.”
I got up and walked to the driver’s seat. I sat down and patted my leg. She raised one eyebrow before smiling and taking a seat on my leg. Her perfect, round ass settled against my thigh. It was hard to focus on what I was actually supposed to be doing.
I grabbed her hand and put it on the wheel before taking her other hand and putting it on the throttle. “Ready?”
I pushed the button to pull up the anchor. Once ready, I showed her how to apply the throttle and we slowly started to move forward. She squealed with delight once we started moving. We headed farther out to sea before she decided she had enough.
“Why don’t we settle here for a bit?” I told her.
She stood up from my lap. “That was amazing. I feel so alive.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. Would you like another glass of wine?”
She smiled and nodded. “Absolutely.”
I moved to grab our empty glasses and headed downstairs. She followed me down into the kitchen. I opened the wine and began to pour. The entire time, she stared at me. Her heated gaze was going to be my undoing. I truly never meant to take Charlie’s advice, but if she kept looking at me like she wanted to eat me, I was going to push her up against that wall and pound myself into her.
I put down the wine bottle and looked at her, really looked at her. I didn’t hide my desire. Her lips parted, her pink tongue darting out to lick them as if she suddenly had a very dry mouth. I could fix that. I took a step toward her. She made no move to escape.
I paused, inches from her, giving her the chance to move. She didn’t. Her chin went up and she stared directly into my eyes. I saw the same heat reflected there. The tension between us was thick with need. There was no fighting what was happening between us. I waited a single breath before I reached for the back of her head.
My mouth closed over hers. I only meant to give her a small kiss. I wanted it to be a simple kiss that would take the edge off. Part of me wanted to rebel against what Charlie told me to do. Fuck that. One kiss wasn’t enough. I growled low in my throat as my mouth opened wider to devour her. I burned for the woman. I could feel the fire low in my belly, urging me to take more.
Her hands moved into my hair, holding my head low against hers. I couldn’t release her. I refused to release her. Some otherworldly force was driving me on. My tongue dueled with hers. It was a clash to see who could get whose tongue in the other’s mouth. She gave as good as