“I think you’ve enjoyed this sailing lark too, Sully.” Eleanor strolled toward the loungers, sitting elegantly on the end. Her short skirt rose up her toned thighs, making me hard. “It’s been great fun.”

Last night, we entered her fantasy again. We’d shed human boringness and became scaled and finned. I’d finally shown her the other cave I’d designed, the one full of caverns and anemones along with trinkets and treasures, inspired from the Disney rendition of The Little Mermaid. Unlike that mermaid’s innocent collection of forks and candlesticks, this collection housed phallic items that I’d happily used on Eleanor until she’d screamed and shattered as I filled her in every hole she had.

Shit.

My desire for her sprang hot, and my hardening cock thickened into concrete.

If I was expected to be polite and talk to people—shudder—I needed a little stress relief first.

As I moved toward her, Pika and Skittles chose that annoying moment to appear from the interior. They fluttered and chirped with morning glee, spreading their wings and welcoming the new sun to glitter on emerald, white, and apricot feathers.

“Don’t move,” I commanded, pointing a finger at Eleanor. Whistling, I barked, “Pika, Skittles, follow me.”

The two darting caiques obeyed, squabbling mid-air, performing aerial stunts as I reached the cabana where bar snacks and cocktails were made and opened the industrial-sized fridge.

Wrenching out a platter of fresh fruit, I grabbed a covered bowl from the cupboard that held seeds and nuts especially designed for parrots who travelled at sea and didn’t have access to usual facets of their diets.

Skittles landed gently on my shoulder, hopping down my arm as I placed their breakfast on the bar. Pika dive-bombed the nuts, scattering a handful and throwing a sunflower seed in my direction with a toss of his beak. “You’re a pest.” I bent and kissed his fluffy head before stalking back to my wife, parrot free.

Lucky for her, she’d obeyed and hadn’t moved.

Unlucky for her, her prim little outfit was about to get mauled.

I couldn’t take her exactly as I wanted—entirely naked with her bent over the railing as we sailed into Tahiti—thanks to the prying eyes of staff, but I could thrust secretly inside as the rest of the dawn turned into a new day.

Grabbing a huge teal and white pool towel, I sat on the lounger, scooted to the back, undid my belt, button, and fly, and crooked my finger at Eleanor. “Come here.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

I pulled my jeans and underwear down, revealing how fucking hard I was. “Sit on this.”

Her eyes gleamed with sudden lust. “You know...that’s just shot me back to the first day I met you.”

“How so?”

Gracefully, she stood and kicked off her strappy heels. Hooking her fingers into her underwear beneath her skirt, she performed a strip-tease as she removed any obstruction and threw them in my direction. “You fed me elixir.”

“I did.” I grabbed my cock, pulling the towel over me so staff couldn’t see. “Your point?”

“You got me so hot and wet.” She strolled toward me, raising her leg and flashing me her pussy before straddling me over the lounger. She rubbed herself against my length, making both of us convulse. Bending over me, she nipped my ear, whispering, “You commanded I sit on your two fingers. I didn’t know you. I hated you. Yet seeing two of your fingers spear up and ready for me to use...damn.” She stood on her knees as I angled up my erection and draped the towel around her, hiding both of us.

“That first touch of being inside you almost broke my mind.” I grunted as the wet heat of her pussy encased the top of my throbbing cock.

“I would’ve given anything for you to fuck me that day,” she moaned.

I thrust up, shoving my hardness into her softness.

She bit her lip, her eyes snapping closed and hands latching onto my shoulders.

“I knew if I did, I’d be screwed for the rest of my life.” I rocked up, ensuring every inch of me possessed her. “You broke me, even then.”

“I’ll happily break you for the rest of your life, Sully Sinclair.” Her eyes flared wide as I cupped her hips beneath the towel and made her ride me.

“And I’ll happily fuck you every time you ask, Eleanor Jinx Sinclair.”

With another moan, she dropped her head and kissed me.

We forgot where we were as our bodies moved and pleasure built like a volcano.

We went quick. Fast and fierce before the rest of the ship woke up.

A flash appeared in my peripheral.

Cal.

He stopped short as he left the yacht’s interior.

His eyes locked onto Eleanor in my lap and the highly obvious action that we indulged in. Rolling his eyes, he gave me a sarcastic salute before vanishing back inside. He grabbed Jess as she went to bypass him, laughing something into her ear.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t care that we’d been caught because all that mattered was chasing that high with my wonderful wife.

“Sully. Oh, God.” Eleanor stiffened in my arms as I shoved up and triggered her release.

The pulses of her orgasm set me off, and I quaked beneath her, giving her my soul and sanity all in one climax.

Breathing hard, eyes glazed with satisfaction, Eleanor kissed me sweetly as we returned to earth. “Was that a distraction from socialising or preparation?”

“Both.” I grinned, wincing as she disengaged and climbed off me. “It’s also a promise that the sooner we get this meeting over and done with, the sooner we can come back here and do that all over again.”

She chuckled as she scooped her underwear from the lounger and swung the lace around her finger. “In that case, let’s hurry. I want you naked before lunch.”

And wasn’t I just the luckiest son of a bitch alive?

I had a wife who was talented, tricky, and downright temptress.

The yacht’s horn sounded, announcing we’d reached our destination.

For now, I would have to share her with others.

But after, she would be all mine again.

I can’t fucking wait.

Chapter Fourteen

RAPTURE.

Named for the emotion of intense pleasure or joy, the leased Tahitian island had proven a marvellous success. Almost as pretty as Goddess Isles, the bamboo pier, groomed beach, and coconut palms welcomed us as a staff member from Calypso ferried us to shore, thanks to the onboard speedboat that lived in Calypso’s belly.

Cal and Jess had decided to take the jet ski and head to Pape’ete a few kilometres away. To go shopping in local markets and have an afternoon just the two of them. Jess had spoken to Tasmin last night via Skype for over an hour, so I guessed their choice to be alone had something to do with Q, adoption, and if their futures were about to change.

“They haven’t cut down the ripe coconuts,” Sully muttered as the sleek boat slowed its engines, ready to moor along the pier. “If one of them falls on a guest’s head, they’ll sue.”

Pulling out my notepad—that I’d brought for this very purpose of suggestions to pass onto Sophie—I jotted it down. “Prune coconuts. Got it.” I tapped his shoulder with my pen. “Anything else?”

“Yes, jot down a very important task.” His face became deadly serious.