One Bossy Date: Chapter 18

A few days later, Piper storms in and drops a hefty box of files on my desk.

Her normal hellcat smile is gone and there’s a crease in her forehead.

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

If that’s fine, then I’m Mr. Fucking Rogers.

I wait for her to say more. When she doesn’t, I nod at the files.

“What’s this?”

“Part of your master plan. We finally have something concrete. You want to drown out the negative reviews with positive PR? Then we’ll do it with honest reviews from real people,” she says, her eyes flaring.

I pause, turning it over in my head. “For that to be effective, we’ll need real people with a built-in following.”

“Yep,” she agrees.

I stare at her, wondering if the stress is clouding her thinking.

“Piper, we already tried that once. Everyone and their damn brother turned us down. They act like Winthrope properties will give them genital warts the second they walk through the door.” I can’t keep the bitter edge out of my voice.

“Well, yeah. You were going for A-listers for hotels that look like they’re a C plus at best. They get showered with offers and it makes them crazy selective about what they do and where they go.”

“So, what’s the plan? Punch down?”

For the first time in days, she smiles.

Goddamn, do I love that sight.

“We go after newbies—successful ones who have been posting consistently three to six months and have a steady uptick in followers. They have enough fans to feed the algorithms, but probably aren’t getting enough freebies to scoff at luxury offers yet. Their reviews will be more generous. You’ll win with strength in numbers.”

I stare at the Seattle cityscape, the sun piercing through a grey ceiling of clouds. Her plan is damn near flawless.

I turn and say, “You’re brilliant. I’ll have Marketing start contacting influencers later today.”

She smiles, but this time it doesn’t touch her eyes.

“You know you can be in Mexico with your dad, right?” I say.

We’ve danced around the subject over the last week. Between my work schedule and her visits to the hospital, we’re like passing ships in the night. Always finding safe harbor in each other’s arms and exchanging few words.

“No, you solved my problem. Big-time. It’s only fair I stay here and take care of yours.”

“And you’ve done that,” I say. “What happens next involves more people doing their jobs well than you and Miss Landers.”

She holds my gaze.

Her eyes are shining, innocent and intense. I still hate the stress lining her face.

“Come here,” I say.

“What?”

I push my chair in and start walking around the desk. “Come, I said.”

She steps closer once I’m in front of her, and I pull her into my arms.

“I can get you on a flight to Mexico City in a matter of minutes. That isn’t a problem. I don’t want you to be stuck here, worried half to death. You’re no good to me when work is an afterthought.”

“I’d worry myself sick there too,” she admits.

“Strange. The woman I met in Lanai was carefree,” I whisper, tracing her cheek with my thumb.

She giggles as my hand skims down her neck.

“There’s my favorite sound again. Let’s hear it more.”

“I’m carefree until I’m not, Brock. I just try not to dwell on things I can’t control, and I’m not doing a great job lately. With Dad and Maisy gone…it’s hard. It’s always been the three of us for so long.”

I’d tell her I understand, but as an only child whose parents were never more than distant, self-absorbed authorities, I don’t. I’m damn lucky I had my grandparents.

“You’re right to worry about your family, Sunshine. If something happened to my grandparents, I’d be devastated. If you change your mind about Mexico, just say the word. I’ll have you flown down there on my own jet.”

She looks up, her eyes glistening as she bites her lip.

“…they said it could take weeks. Maybe even longer for the full treatment and to analyze everything. I can’t be gone that long—so what’s the point of leaving now?”

“You can be gone as long as you need,” I bite off. “Your job will still be here when you get back, and now that we have our direction, your direct involvement is ideal but not essential.”

She shakes her head like it’s a boulder.

“You’re losing your edge, dude. You keep that up and you might need to fire a few interns to keep up your bad reputation.”

Swallowing a laugh, I flip her around before she can react and swat her lush little ass.

The way she squeals turns my dick to diamond.

“Ow! What the hell was that?”

“Your idea. If I’m losing my tyrant edge, perhaps I’d better try corporal punishment next.”

She glares at me, her cheeks burning red.

“Hmm. I can tell you enjoyed it, which may be a problem,” I say, pretending to think deeply.

Then she kicks me in the shin and I stagger back, laughing.

“You’re still a massive dick. That’s in your DNA.”

“I’m lucky my father left me one significant asset, Pippa. And so are you.”

She jerks her face away from me and mutters, “You really are terrible. You know that, right?”

“I know I can send you away with a company laptop and whatever else you need. I’m sure I can also sneak away to join you in Mexico, if you’d like. You could keep working and check on your dad between projects.”

I watch her consider it for a minute before she rolls her shoulders. “No. I’ll do the most good here.”

Brave decision.

Her determined expression reminds me of that breezy day in Lanai, when she started warming up to me.

What would it be like if travel was all about new experiences with a beautiful woman?

And what could it be like if I finally took a trip with a sensuous smile and an ass to die for?

One day, I’d like to find out, before this strange thing between us expires.

“I just hope Maisy is behaving in Mexico,” she says. “It’s too easy for a kid her age to start sneaking tequila shots.”

“That’s why I sent Fyo to keep an eye on her. Peace of mind,” I say.

“That was great. But you’re sure you don’t need him here?”

“I’m a grown man. I can handle not having a chauffeur for a couple of weeks.”

I’m also having Fyo do some digging on Apollo Finch with proxy servers in another country, where he’ll be harder to trace.

“Oh, yeah. I forgot you’re an adult since you have a self-propelled sausage named sausage.” She flicks her tongue out.

“Everybody likes andouille. What can I say?” I flash her a thin smile.

“I mean, at least it’s fitting.”

“Leave Andy alone or he’ll nip you tonight. The damn dog reads minds.” I wag my finger.

“Nip what? My toes?” She bursts out laughing.

I nod.

“Do you really think Fyo can keep up with Maisy? You’ve met her.”

I smile. “If she gets into a scrap or any real mischief, there’s no one better. He’ll call us immediately.”

He might also use his former Spetsnaz skills to tear off a human head. Of course, I don’t tell her that.

There’s a reason I hired a driver who doubles as a special agent and bodyguard.

“So you help me corral my little sister now?” She steps forward, reaching for my collar and tugging.

“You already know I’ll help as much or as little as you’ll allow, brat,” I say, brushing my lips over hers until she shudders.

Her mouth begs for a kiss I don’t give.

Not yet.

She peers at me with that sea-green gaze again, and goddamn, I’m sorely tempted.

Technically, it’s the middle of the workday.

I reach for her face, sweeping a loose lock of hair out of her eye.

“I’m glad you know where you’re needed, Piper. Here with me.”

“We’ll see. But I know you’re worried about that big industry shindig coming up.”

“Yeah. The association conference is right around the corner in Portland. It’s the best opportunity to catch Apollo Finch pulling out all stops to break our winning streak,” I say, trying like hell not to let that smarmy little prick’s face bleed through my mind.

“We’ll turn your review scores around by then,” she whispers, pressing her lips to my neck.

“It’s not just the reviews. There’s a major fashion show in our own backyard, right before the conference.”

“Oh, yeah. The new Haughty But Nice thing? I love their stuff!” The way she bounces emphasizes just how much the clothing line excites her.

“We need to be on our guard. My gut says Finch may hit us there, or at least use it as a practice run. He’s been working diligently with these negative reviews, but that’s not enough. If he wants to knock us out, it’ll have to be something bigger.” I frown, anger burning up my throat.

“I hope not. Why don’t we just focus on creating our own awesome buzz and cross our fingers?” she whispers, stroking my brow.

Her touch makes me feel like the unsettled beast I am, savoring her touch and fighting the urge to throw her down on my desk and tear her panties off.

“Finch is the sort of greedy little fucknugget who won’t give up—especially if he sees us starting to counter his bullshit,” I say.

“We’ll get through it, Brock. And if we can’t do it the nice way, well, you’ll just have to take him down,” she purrs.

“I like the sound of that.” I chuckle, lifting a fist. “Someone’s determined today.”

“I told you, I’m in this fight because you stepped up for mine.”

We share a magnetic look with so many unsaid words flying back and forth before my grip around her tightens.

“You know I’m not here for a quid pro quo, right?” I ask, searching her eyes.

“I know. But I’m here for a kiss.” Her soft hand moves down my neck.

Who the hell am I to argue with that logic?

I melt into her lips and kiss her long and sweet. The growl that thunders out of me reminds me how intoxicating she is.

This shit is dangerous, and I’m addicted.

I’m still twirling her hair in my fist when she pulls away with a gasp. “God, I… I should go now. Jenn needs an update.”

Before I wind up on my knees in the middle of your office, she means.

My cock throbs.

“Go, Sunshine. One condition,” I grind out, waving an annoyed hand.

“Yes?”

“Tonight, you’re all fucking mine.”

I’m expecting that sweet, awkward smile perched between two rosy cheeks. Instead, she lights up with confidence, her smile fading into a breathless O.

“I’d better be,” she whispers.

“As you know, I always keep my word,” I rumble, pulling hard on my belt. I don’t try to hide the thick outline of my cock bulging out. “Get moving. You have three seconds before I change my mind and everyone in the office knows you’re under the boss.”

With a startled laugh, she grabs her tablet off my desk and runs for the door.

My eyes stay glued to that ass I’m dying to shake until she disappears.

Then my gaze drifts to the old wooden clock in the corner, another remnant of Gramps’ time, ticking forward at a crawl.

Goddamn.

Tonight can’t come fast enough.

Back at my place, Piper collapses on the couch in the front sitting room as soon as we make it through the door.

“You okay, Sunshine?” I hold out a hand, grasping her fingers.

“Just overwhelmed.”

“With work or your dad?”

“Dad,” she says tightly. “The doctor called this evening and he sounds so hopeful.”

“Isn’t that good news?” I bring her hand to my lips.

“It scares me, getting my hopes up. All these years, we just braced for the worst, fighting a losing battle. But if this therapy really works, and he’s more like his old self… God. It’s weird to even think about. I do love the idea that Maisy might have the senior year I never did—”

“What do you mean?” I cut in.

She turns away from me, pushing a pillow under her head.

“I bought a secondhand prom dress with my babysitting money that year, but Dad got really sick and Maisy was only eleven. He’d just retired from fishing and they didn’t quite know what was wrong with him yet.” She pauses, breathing sharply. “I couldn’t just leave them home alone, so I missed out. And that was just the first big event that year I missed. We made it to my graduation, but he almost passed out so we left early. I didn’t go to the after-party. I wouldn’t have even if he felt okay when I knew anything could happen. Jenn was basically my only friend left by then.”

“Why?” I’m snarling, hating that doing the right thing cost her so much happiness.

She shrugs. “When you’re a kid and you start canceling plans, they get the wrong idea. My old friends just thought I was blowing them off. Jenn would come over and hang out at my house. Then I got kicked off the cheer squad for missing too many practices—”

“You were a cheerleader?” I hate my cock for what it might do with that information.

“Gooo greyhounds!” she belts out, sitting up. “I was pretty good at it, too.”

She bounces off the couch and does a high kick before I grab her again.

“Why am I not surprised?” I say gruffly.

“I promised myself Maisy would never miss out like I did. Until I took this job, I managed it.” Her smile deflates.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s not your fault. It’s a good job with cool benefits and a halfway decent boss.” The look she beams over makes me want to eat her alive. “I can’t complain. And if this treatment works, she might even squeeze in a few more extracurriculars next year. That’s huge.”

“Yeah. Go change and clean up. We’re taking the yacht out tonight,” I say, refusing to peel my eyes off her.

“The yacht? Why?”

“Because I haven’t seen that smile nearly enough today,” I tell her.

She closes the space between us and rests her hands on my biceps. “Brock?”

“Yes?”

“When you’re not making that stabby face or yelling at people…you’re the best.” She leans in and kisses me.

Fuck.

I drink her in like a fine wine.

The flavor of her cherry lip gloss, the gentle pressure of her tongue on mine, the hot desire of her little body against mine.

Every bit of it hammers me apart and puts me back together, turning me into a man I don’t recognize—but dammit, I want to.

When she pulls away and blows me a parting kiss, I watch her go upstairs.

Is it just the moment?

Am I really the best?

Somehow, I fucking doubt it.

She deserves—no, she needs—to be lavished with love and attention after what she’s been through. A man married to his company with enemies is never going to provide that.

The really fucked up part is, I know it, but I’m too selfish to walk away.

Summer evenings in the Puget Sound are like pieces of heaven.

We park the yacht in a spot where the captain says a couple rare orcas were spotted earlier this week.

It looks like we’re in luck.

The huge black whales breach the waters from a safe distance. Close enough to enjoy their graceful movements, but far enough away to conform to environmental protection laws.

“So cool!” Piper says. “I’ve seen them plenty of times but not like this. It’s so private here.”

She gives me a smitten look.

The fact that I’m not taking her over the railing right now tells me how fucked in the head I truly am.

I knew Piper Renee would become an obsession.

What I never expected was to enjoy spending so much time with her.

I pull her in for a lingering kiss. “I figured you’d appreciate whale watching.”

“How did you know?”

“The day you came home. When you saw the seal outside, you looked like a kid waiting for the ice cream truck,” I say, pressing my mouth to hers again.

When I pull away, she goes quiet, staring peacefully at the whales blowing puffs of water.

The tension in her muscles is gone.

That alone feels like cause for celebration.

“Aside from a few ferry trips, I haven’t been on a boat since Dad gave up fishing,” she says softly.

“Damn shame. We put up with half a year of grey skies and a premium on real estate for this ocean.”

I’m such an idiot.

The words are out of my mouth before I realize why she hasn’t had a chance.

“It was harder on Dad, honestly. He fell in love with the ocean after growing up in Montana. I wasn’t sure he’d survive when he had to hang up his sea legs for good. Fishing was his life…and the whole reason we kept the house when Mom skipped out.”

Goddamn, she makes my heart bleed. This poor, vulnerable creature has lost so much.

Years of her life to her mother’s abandonment and her father’s chronic illness.

For the next chapter, she needs a man fully devoted to her needs.

And I know that’s not me.

Not when I’ve had to stare death in the face once and came away realizing I’m only fit to be a cog in a very large machine.

I’ll never be the man she needs and I fucking hate it.

If I wasn’t a total asshole, I’d break it off right here and spare her future grief.

My phone pings then, tearing me from my melancholy.

Speaking of years lost—or lives—I sigh when I see the name on the screen.

Vanessa.

I swipe the notification away and put the phone on silent before dropping it back in my pocket.

“Anything important?” she asks, staring up at me.

“Nah. I’ll call back later. I’m with my girl right now.”

She backs in closer to me, moving the peach roundness of her ass against my hard shaft.

Fuck.

Lust floods my brain, this animal need blotting out all emotion, turning my blood molten.

“No quip about calling you mine this time?” I growl in her hair, sweeping blond locks back from her neck and exposing her skin for a kiss.

“I’m starting to get used to it. But I’ll keep sassing just for fun if you promise to use it more.”

Okay.

She has to know what the fuck she’s doing to me, and she delights in it.

My grip around her turns possessive.

Too many dark, impossible thoughts flick through my head.

I turn her to face me, framing her glowing face with my hand as we kiss. Her leg glides up mine and her hands roam my body intently.

My fingers thread her hair, obsession vibrating in my bones.

Piper tries to pull away with a rasping moan, but I grab her head, keeping it pinned to mine.

“Stay. Enjoy the sunset with me,” I whisper, loving the heat of her forehead on mine.

For the next minute, we’re all torrid kisses, willing prisoners to the hot need erupting out of us.

I’m not expecting it when she says, “Will you take me home?”

“Home?” I pull back, searching her eyes.

What the fuck? Did I freak her out?

She shakes her head. “Y-your place, I mean. Sorry.”

She called my place home?

Shit.

I want her right here. Right now. Right on this boat.

If we didn’t have a small crew, I’d already have her stripped on the deck of this ship, taking her beneath the evening light and emerging stars.

If she wants to go home, though, that’s one of the few things I can give her.

She steps closer again, laying a firm hand on my chest.

I grip her wrist, guiding her down, loving how every touch ignites my skin, even through these clothes.

“We’ll head for home once you feel what you’re missing here,” I whisper, leading her to a quiet place at the back of the ship.

And I let her worship me in the cool, dying embers of sunlight.

Her hair glows like treasure, but it’s her eyes that rip me open, more hypnotic than I’ve ever seen when they catch the light.

“Goddammit, Pippa,” I say, my eyes still burning into hers as her hands glide lower, fumbling with my belt.

She’s wearing too much, even if that mischievous smile feels completely naked.

Her hand trails down my stomach, my waist, dipping below my beltline.

My head rolls back a second before it happens, the tension pulling my body like a bow.

She cups the bulge in my shorts, staring up at me with those round gleaming eyes and full lips made for sin.

“I think you want to go home too,” she whispers.

“Bullshit.” I grab her hand, pressing it harder against my cock. “I want you to suck me off right the fuck here before we’re docked.”

Her eyes ignite with delight. The redness on her face renders her speechless.

Not motionless, thank fuck.

Not too shy to listen and obey as her knees thud softly against the polished deck.

I feel like I’m leaving my body and looking down on the scene as her little hands work at my fly, my belt, pulling my pants open and lifting my cock toward her—

“Sunshine!” It comes out like a curse when my swollen head disappears in her mouth.

I should hate that she struggles to even get a third of the way down my length, but I’m a sick, sick man.

No, I enjoy her struggle, watching this mouth that’s tortured me a thousand times suddenly so fucking full of me she can barely breathe.

I have to hold back so I don’t hurt her.

My hips grind as she sucks me, teasing her tongue under my head, pumping the base of my shaft while her free hand slips into mine.

I squeeze her fingers so hard I’m afraid she’ll break.

“Damn, little girl. Piper, goddamn. You keep that up, and I’ll—”

My voice chokes off as her tongue finds my sweet spot.

The way those flaming green eyes stare up at me turns me to stone.

There are no words here.

The world shrinks into an angel doing her damnedest to rob my balls dry.

Just her searing lips.

Just her soft skin.

Just her muffled, tiny moans as she bobs, gagging on me.

Fucking shit!

I can’t.

I can’t last another red minute, and when my hips jerk in warning and a vicious growl explodes up my throat, my spine detonates.

“Pippa!”

My cock swells and shoots its first rope.

Her eyes roll back as hard as mine when I start coming down her throat. I’m surprised she lasts for more than a second before she has to let go, her little fist still pumping my length.

I grab my dick and finish all over her, grinding my teeth, hellbent on marking her face with my come.

I’m so fucking undone, delirious, coming for what feels like forever.

Her head tilts back like she’s receiving an offering, lips pursed and eyes closed, her face fucking painted by the end.

“Hold on,” I whisper when I’m done, slamming a hand on the wall next to me for support. “Hold on and I’ll clean you up.”

I need a solid minute before I can move, enjoying my work and the absolute adoration on her face as she wears me.

I’m glad as hell there’s a clean towel nearby in a trunk, and I bring it back as I stuff my cock back in my pants, then set to work cleaning her.

She’s still licking her lips like the minx she is when we sit on the bench again. I throw an arm around her as I hit the intercom to tell the captain to take us home.

“Sunshine, don’t tell me you’ve gone crazy?” I whisper, laying her head on my shoulder.

She stares up at me with a seductive smile on those lips that just unraveled me.

“Maybe I have. And it’s all your fault, Brock Winthrope.”

When you’re really motivated, you set new records.

The bonus I promise the captain gets my boat home faster than ever. I think we even beat the bat-out-of-hell pace the engines set that stormy night I brought Lancaster out to save his girl.

I’m starting to understand his sanity.

I also have to take Pippa below deck until we return. I can’t keep my hands off her.

Piper gets my tongue on the desk in my private quarters, her legs thrown over my shoulders, panties torn. I slip them into my pocket before I go to work on her.

She’s so fucking close before my mouth even lands on her clit.

I could eat this woman all night, but I’ll have to settle for a few minutes. That’s all she lasts before she’s a trembling mess, fingers digging at my hair, her pussy throbbing with a madness I’m proud to deliver.

“Brock!” She whimpers my name.

My grip tightens on her thighs and I seal her to my face, where she rides out the hottest climax yet.

She tastes like a sugar lick when she comes for me.

I don’t stop until she’s pulling my hair, looking down and flushed, begging for a kiss.

And that kiss lasts—making her taste herself—until I hear the intercom switch on, announcing our arrival.

With her dress patted down, we disembark and walk up to the house.

Once we’re inside the house, I waste no time lifting her up.

I haul her upstairs draped over my shoulder.

Laughing, she slides a hand under my polo shirt, rubbing my shoulder and peppering my throat with kisses.

It’s a miracle when I kick the door shut between us.

Finally.

Her energy matches mine as she grabs the hem of my shirt and starts pulling.

I place a hand over hers and move it away.

“Why?” Her eyes go wide and her cheeks are so red she’s intoxicated.

“We’ve already done fast and hard, Sunshine. I want to take my sweet time now.”

She kisses me again and I walk us to the bed, leaning over so I can position her right in the center.

Then I climb over her and take her lips in mine.

I massage her lips and tongue with mine, kissing down her neck, down to where her neckline fades into her cleavage.

Honest to God, I could live here forever.

But her hips beg me not to, bucking insistently under me.

It’s pure hell ignoring the invitation.

I barely manage to slide down the bed to her feet, removing her shoes and kissing each ankle reverently.

She goes to pieces.

I smile, kissing a line up her right leg, straight to her inner thigh.

“Brock,” she whispers, raking her nails through my hair.

The slower I climb up her belly, the more impatient she becomes.

By the time my lips wind up her throat and land on her mouth again, she’s clinging to me with a smolder in her eyes. Her kisses crash against me frantically.

Goddamn.

Even this man has his limits.

I guide her up, helping slide her dress off over her head, and smile when I see a silver lace bra.

“Showy. I like it,” I say, placing my finger over her nipple and tracing a tiny circle that follows the curve of her breast.

“Hurry!” Her teeth dig at her bottom lip.

“Patience, woman,” I growl back.

Her skin answers me, so hot it’s insane.

I’m not sure how I keep it together.

“This is—” I find her bra clasp with my other hand and unhook it. “Better than Christmas morning.”

Then she’s naked and glorious and entirely mine.

Snarling, I take one round breast in my mouth, working my tongue around the pink halo circling her nipple.

Piper traces my forehead to my chin and back up with a featherlight touch, moaning.

“Ooh.”

I think I’ll always be amazed at how such a small sound can make me so ravenous.

I release her tit, taking the other one, pulling her nipple with my teeth.

Her hips tilt and her legs close around me.

“Brock!”

“Always say my name like that,” I whisper.

This time when her hands grab my shirt, I let her pull it off. I might lose a couple buttons in the process.

When her hand strokes down my bare back, I’m ruined.

My body hovers over hers, tracing the seam of her opening with my fingers, feeling how hot and wet her pussy gets, how much she aches for every inch of me.

“Tell me you’re ready for me,” I whisper.

She moans a muffled reply, biting her wrist.

“Piper,” I say again, teasing her clit with my thumb.

My fingers find her center again.

It takes every atom of my willpower not to throw her legs apart and force my way inside her.

Luckily, she’s just as desperate.

Her hands are on my shorts, dragging them away. She grabs my boxer briefs and tries to pull them down, but they’re so strained they don’t move easily.

Enough struggling.

I pause to lose my boxers, shoving them down.

The little noise she makes when my cock springs out, throbbing like mad, almost makes me come on the spot.

“Brock, please,” she whispers, her voice so tight. “Take me now. No condom. I’m on the pill…”

Is she trying to make me blow right here?

I sink down, stroking her hair, my eyes fused to hers as the realization sets in that I’m about to have her skin on skin.

“Since you asked so nicely, Sunshine…”

This time, her pussy has no trouble taking me.

I slide into her warmth with a guttural sound, welcoming that honey-slick sweetness.

“Take my tongue while I fuck you.” I pull her lips open, swiping my tongue on hers.

Fuck, I need to be tangled up in this woman right now.

She must sense it, locking her arms and legs around me so tight, pushing her tongue back against mine as it chases hers around that sweet mouth.

I force my arms under her small frame, gathering her closer.

Fully melded, I don’t move until my balls demand it, relishing her heat, the soft way she moves on my dick as her hips beg for my strokes.

I swallow another moan.

Her pussy clenches.

She whimpers.

Her pussy clenches again.

We’re so fucking close I see stars, total sorcery burning through my skin.

I drive into her, shaking her, finding my pleasure and pulling another orgasm out of her.

Her pussy sucks in every inch of me, so desperately I shudder.

Our eyes connect when she finally looks at me again.

We’re one.

But the way she rocks against me, her last release only lighting her fire.

Her small screams.

Her body, this trembling vessel I need to fill, to ravish, to own.

I can’t fucking hold on for long.

“Piper,” I rasp, twirling my tongue with hers.

Then I go so hard my thrusts lift her off the bed and pummel her ass back into the mattress again, bruising strokes that send us over the edge.

One more push and I’m in to the hilt, my balls all fire and brimstone.

Everything tenses before I erupt a second later, grinding against her, a chorus of animalistic sounds spraying out of me as I fill her.

She tightens around my cock again, giving a breathless moan, convulsing under me in the same sweet perfection.

When the storm lets up, I break that soul-deep kiss and catch my breath before my lips return to hers.

“Sunshine?”

Her arms slide down my back. “Yes?”

“You’re fucking amazing.”

“No argument.” She beams, running her fingers through my hair.

We lie there together, holding each other for the longest time.

I take a strand of her hair and twine it around my finger. “What happens if I fall asleep on you?”

She bites my ear playfully.

“You’ll like the way I wake you up.”

I kiss her forehead again, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her skin.

If I thought she took me straight to heaven on the yacht, I was wrong.

This is the whole paradise package.

Maniacal sex that leaves us both turned inside out and my lips free to wander, to savor her, to pull me deeper into a danger zone I’m afraid to even contemplate.

Even in this beautiful moment where I’m as lost in her eyes as she is in mine, there’s an abyss opening in my gut.

What the hell happens when it’s finally time to say goodbye to Piper Renee?

And why am I so shit scared that the last time might come too soon?