Damn it!

All I wanted to do was have some filthy, dirty, mind-blowing sex with a hot stranger who wants the same thing that I do. How hard is that to get? Between Bayron forcing me into this date and now the captain’s cat, I’m not sure if I will ever get what I want.

I quickly follow the waiter back to the captain’s quarters where they have the cat lying on a bed. I try not to think about how many rules I’m breaking by showing Brody that I’m a vet. I just want to take care of the cat and then get back to the part where Brody fucks me. The cat is probably fine anyway.

But, when I put my hands on the cat, I know that the cat isn’t fine. He needs help. Immediately.

“Get me the first aid kit. Now,” I say calmly, looking at the waiter.

“Is he going to be okay?” the captain asks.

“I need you to get me towels, his food, and favorite toys. Understand?”

He nods.

“Go,” I say sternly, just trying to get him out of the room, so I can do what I need to do. I don’t need any of the things I just asked him to get.

The waiter returns with the first aid kit and puts it on the bed. The cat isn’t breathing. I quickly look in his mouth to see if anything is obstructing his airflow. I can’t see anything, but most likely, there is something, and I just can’t see it. If he was having a seizure before, he might have thrown something up that is now lodged in his throat.

I start performing CPR, but air isn’t getting into his lungs like I expected.

“Are you squeamish?” I ask the waiter as I throw open the first aid kit, hoping it has everything I need.

“Yes.”

“Then, get out.”

It has a scalpel and gauze. “I need a straw,” I say, glancing around the room.

“Here,” Brody says, handing me a straw as he kneels down next to me on the bed.

I give him a wide-eyed stare. I don’t have time to ask how or where he found it.

“I’m not squeamish,” he says.

I nod, not having time to deal with if he is or isn’t. I have a cat to save.

“Start opening those gauze packets.”

He does while I grab the scalpel. I don’t have time to shave the cat like I’d like or give the cat anything for pain. Instead, I palpate and then make a quick and exact cut into the cat’s lungs.

I grab the straw and carefully place it into the opening. I grab the gauze from Brody to stop the bleeding.

“Come on,” I say, waiting for oxygen to get into the cat’s lungs.

His lungs slowly start filling and then emptying with air, and I let out a deep breath.

“Hold him still,” I tell Brody.

His hands hold the cat that will start feeling more alive now that he is getting oxygen.

“Do you have your phone on you?”

Brody pulls out his phone and hands it to me. I turn the flashlight on and open the cat’s mouth to get a better look while I take the tweezers. It takes me several minutes to find the obstruction, but I finally find the piece of plastic that is lodged in his throat. I pull it out, and then slowly, the cat starts breathing on his own.

“Good kitty,” I say, petting his head. I wait a few more minutes to make sure he is breathing well on his own before I take the straw out and cover the small wound with gauze and wrap.

The captain runs back into the room. “I couldn’t find his favorite toys.”

I smile. “It’s okay. Your cat is doing much better now. You should have your vet take a look at him tomorrow to make sure he’s still doing okay, but he’s in the clear.”

I can see the relief all over the man’s face. It’s one of the best parts of the job—watching owners realize that their beloved pet is going to be all right.

He runs over to the cat and wraps his arms around him while I take a step back.

I don’t dare glance over at Brody. I don’t want to know what he’s thinking. We were supposed to remain a mystery to each other. That was how we would be able to remain unattached. But, in a matter of seconds, I destroyed all of that.

I walk out of the room, knowing that Brody is following. I walk back to the front of the boat as the first part of darkness starts covering the sky. I walk back to the railing to look out as the stars begin to take over the sky.

Brody slowly walks over next to me. He doesn’t touch me. He just leans on the railing and looks out at the ocean and sky with me.

“I wish I could pretend like I didn’t just see that, but I’m not a very good actor.”

I sigh. “It’s okay. It was stupid to think that we could spend a week together and not learn some basic facts about each other.” I turn toward Brody. “I’m a veterinarian, if you didn’t figure that out already. I like animals more than I like people. And, if you think what I did back there was impressive, don’t. I don’t want you thinking I’m this amazing human being you should date after this. I’m not that good of a person. If that had been a human back there, I would have let them die. This changes nothing.”

He smirks.

“What’s so amusing?”

“You are the strangest human being I’ve ever met.”

My lips slowly curl up. “You think I’m strange. Good.”

I walk back to the table, pour us each another drink, and then walk back to the railing, handing Brody his drink.

“So, tell me something about yourself since you now know too much about me.”

Brody takes a slow sip of his drink as he stares deeply into my eyes. “You don’t want me to tell you anything about myself.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, it’s only fair.”

He grabs my hand and roughly pulls me to him. He’s done that a couple of times now. And, every single time, it shocks and excites me. My body comes alive with a fire that I don’t know how to extinguish and don’t really want to get rid of. I want more and more of his body. I want to feel and see every glorious inch of his hardness that he teases me with but hasn’t shown me enough of yet.

He looks at me like he wants to devour me.

My body screams back, Yes, yes, yes. Kiss me. Devour me. Do whatever dirty things you think of in your mind but haven’t dared to do yet. I need it. I want it. I can’t live without it.

“My favorite movie is The Lord of the Rings.”

My head snaps back as I look at him incredulously. I was expecting a kiss; instead, I got a lousy fact about him.

“If you are going to share something about yourself, you could at least share something interesting. Your favorite movie doesn’t count.”

“I just told you one of the most important things about myself.”

“No, you told me a random trivia fact. What your favorite movie is tells me nothing about you.”

He pulls me tighter, and I try to keep my body from getting too excited because, apparently, we are going to argue about what makes a trivia fact worth caring about. And, after we are done with that, I’m sure we will be interrupted again by the staff to handle another crisis, and we will never actually have sex. But my body doesn’t care about any of that. My body thinks that, anytime our bodies are within three feet of each other, we are about to have sex.

“Actually, it tells you everything.”

“How?” I ask, breathing heavily.

“Well, if I had said my favorite movie was Die Hard or The Godfather, what would you have thought?”

“That you are like every other hot-blooded male on this planet, who can’t think for themselves.”

He nods. “Exactly.”

His hand tangles in my hair, and I can’t think anymore about anything other than his hand.

“So, what does me liking The Lord of the Rings tell you about me?”

“Um…” I can’t think. Why can’t he tell that, when he touches me, I can’t think at all?

He smirks, and his damn dimples catch my attention now as my mouth goes dry. I glance up at his eyes that are laughing at my predicament. He knows. He knows exactly what he is doing to me. He’s teasing me while trying to have a stupid conversation. But I don’t want to be teased. I want to be fucked.

I can play this game.

I take a drink of my tequila as I take a step back. I toss my hair over my head, forcing him to let go of my hair as I expose my bare neck to him. His eyes deepen, and he clears his throat as he stares at me.

“It tells me that you are a nerd who likes watching people fight over a ring.”

He frowns and takes a step toward me. “No, it tells you that I’m an intelligent man who has a dark imagination and isn’t afraid to go after what he wants.”

It’s my turn to swallow hard. I watch him watch my throat as he thinks about what dirty thing he is going to do to me.

“Fuck me before some other crazy thing happens that stops us,” I say.

Before he can respond, a loud popping sound makes us both jump. We turn out toward the ocean where the sound is coming from.

Fireworks.

He arches an eyebrow at me.

“Yes, Bayron planned the fireworks for us,” I say, groaning.

It’s beautiful and romantic, and it would be perfect if I were actually on a date with a man I thought was capable of dating when I got home. But that’s not what this is.

I don’t want to watch the fireworks. But the resort spent far too much money on them for us not to watch. So, I lean over the railing, hoping that the show ends soon.

Brody walks behind me, wrapping his arms around me as his body presses against my back.

“We should watch, but it doesn’t mean that you need to make this any more romantic than it already is,” I hiss.

His mouth moves to my ear. “Don’t react; the staff is watching.”

“What?” And then his hand slips into the front of my dress, grabbing my breast.

I gasp.

“Don’t react,” he commands with a growl to his voice.

I suck in a breath as I feel an ice cube dance over my nipple. His mouth lightly kisses my exposed neck, and the combination sends chills shooting through my body.

“You’ve wanted me to kiss your neck all night.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He hikes my dress up, and his hand slips into my panties.

I groan as his fingers slip inside my drenched pussy.

“Not. A. Sound,” he says.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming. I don’t know why it matters if I moan a little. The fireworks would more than cover up any sound I made.

His fingers slide in and out of me, and my hips start buckling as he moves.

“Don’t move, sweetheart, or I’ll stop.” His voice is serious and threatening.

I don’t know how not to move. I don’t know how not to make a sound. But I’m so desperate to get fucked by him that I’ll do anything I can to give in to his demands. I grab the railing hard, forcing myself to remain still, as I continue to bite my lip.

His fingers slip back out of me, and for a second, all I feel is his heavy breathing on my neck. He kicks my legs apart a little more, and then his cock enters me without warning.

I bite my lip hard, causing it to bleed to keep from screaming.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear when I do everything I can to follow his command.

I don’t know if he has a condom on or not. I don’t know if the entire staff can see us right now or not. But neither matters. My body is his. He can do whatever he wants to it. I instantly trust him. And the way he controls my body shows me just how correct I was in giving him that power.

“Aw, baby, I can already feel your pussy starting to tighten around my cock.”

I pant, unable to bite down on my lip any longer.

“You want to come so badly.”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t get to come. Not yet. You’re not ready.”

I swallow, trying to push down my orgasm that I’m on the edge of having.

“I can’t.”

“Don’t come, Skye,” he commands as he fucks me, making it almost impossible for me not to.

I try to hold on to his words. I try to do exactly what he says when every part of my body is begging me to do the opposite. I need to come. My body won’t let me hold back much longer.

He grabs on to my hips as he pushes his thick, long cock into me harder, driving me so close to the edge that I’m not sure there is anything that can keep me from coming.

“No, Skye,” he warns.

I stop. I don’t know how his words are able to control me despite his body pushing me to do the opposite. But my body listens. At least, one more time.

“You want to come, Skye?”

“Yes.”

“You think you’ve earned it?”

“Yes.”

He snickers. “You think this was hard, but you don’t know how bad I can be.”

I suck in a breath, trying desperately to hold on as he continues to thrust harder, making the task impossible.

“Come.”

One tiny word, and my body responds. My pussy tightens around his cock as my body explodes more fiercely than the fireworks still shooting off in front of us. I don’t know if I’m still supposed to be quiet or not, but I can’t be quiet. I open my mouth to moan, and his mouth captures mine. I moan into his mouth instead of screaming into the night.

I don’t know if he comes. I don’t notice the fireworks. I don’t notice if anyone is watching us. All I can do is come over and over until my body finally stills.

I’m a strong woman. I work out daily. But I have no strength left. I collapse into his arms, unable to even stand.

He grins like the asshole he is.

“I think I chose correctly,” I say, trying to catch my breath and strength.

He tucks his cock back into his pants before he scoops me up into his arms. “I didn’t do my job very well if you are still thinking about other men.”

My head rests against his hard chest. I want him to get naked in one of the bedrooms. I want to do that again and again, but I can barely move.

“I’m not thinking of them.”

He smirks. “I know.”

He carries me inside and down a hallway, stopping outside a door that has our names written on it in hearts.

“What did Bayron think? That he would put our name on a couple of hearts, and by the end of the date, I would be proposing to you?” he asks as he pushes the door open.

We both stare at the bed that is covered in rose petals and has two swan towels kissing. There is a bottle of champagne chilling with chocolate-covered strawberries sitting on the table next to the bed.

I sigh. “I think that is exactly what Bayron was thinking.”

“I don’t want to put you on the bed.”

“Why? You think I’ll catch romantic fever if you let me near some rose petals?”

“No, I think we are both going to fall asleep before I get to fuck you again.”

He looks down at me, and I see the lust that I feel reflecting in his eyes.

“But, if I put you down anywhere else, I’m afraid you will collapse from exhaustion.”

I laugh. “Whose fault is that?”

“Fine. I’ll let you sleep well tonight, but you’d better get plenty of rest because, tomorrow, I plan on making up for lost time.”

I bite my lip, liking that thought. “Deal.”

He tosses me onto the bed and climbs into bed next to me.

“You’re not going to undress?” I ask, disappointed.

“If I undress either of us, I’m going to fuck you again. And, since you trusted me with your body, I know I need to pace ourselves so that I can have a full day with you tomorrow.”

I sigh. “Fine.”

His arms wrap around me, and I snuggle against his body. I’m not sure if snuggling breaks the rules of getting too close or doing anything other than sex, but right now, I’m too tired to think about it.

“Why did you pick me instead of the dickhead?” he asks.

My eyes open, and I turn. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I’m a man, and I need to know that I blew away my competition.”

I laugh. “Sorry, the competition was close. I chose you because you kissed better.”

“Not because of the naughty things I said?”

I blush. I don’t want to tell him that I was so caught up with the other guy that I didn’t even hear what he said.

He shakes his head. “That’s what I thought. You didn’t even hear what I said, did you?”

I blush a deeper shade of red. “No.”

He growls, “Well then, you missed out.”

“What did you say?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out tomorrow.”

I sigh. “Tell me.”

“I’ll show you later. Now, sleep, and if you dream about dickface or even think about him again, I’ll punish you.”

He pulls me close against his body, and I close my eyes. He thinks I thought of another guy for even a second after he fucked me. That’s his goal—to eliminate any thoughts of any other man from my brain. He just doesn’t realize that he’s already done it.

He’s fucked me once, and my body already belongs to him. I can’t remember any other man ever fucking me. And, as much as I want to sleep, all I can think about is forcing my brain to try to remember what dirty, filthy thing he said to me so that I can figure out what naughty thing he has planned for me tomorrow.