Would you help me?” Kayla asked, trying to reach her zipper.

“Leave it on,” Mitchell said as he walked up behind her and nudged her toward the door in their room that opened to the Savannah River.

Kayla stood between Mitchell and the railing of the balcony since there wasn’t much room. They watched the people walking below them and a large container ship coming into the harbor. Mitchell eased one arm around Kayla as the other lifted the back of her dress.

“With those shoes on, you’re the perfect height. Can you be quiet?” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmm, I’ll try,” Kayla said as she turned her head to look at him.

Mitchell had Kayla’s dress around her hips. “A G-string. That’ll make things easier.” Mitchell slid his zipper down then moved the string to the side before he eased into his heaven. He bowed his head and kissed Kayla’s neck while he moved slowly so their movement wouldn’t be noticed.

Kayla’s head fell back to rest on his shoulder. “Ahh,” she moaned and tried to arch her back for him.

“Shh. I don’t know how long I can last. This feels fantastic. Lean over the rail and look at the people below, but don’t scream.” He nudged her upper body forward as he held onto her shoulder.

“Mitch,” she quietly called as she shook from her release.

His thrusts grew stronger, more deliberate. “Fuck…” When he found his release, he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, Mak,” he said between breaths. His heart was pounding so hard he felt it in his ears.

Kayla’s arms held them steady on the balcony while they caught their breath. Mitchell pulled out and slid her dress into place before he tucked himself back into his pants. He tugged on her zipper. “Why don’t we get you out of this now.”

They turned to enter the stillness of their room.

* * *

“Gin, did you talk to the doctor this week?”

“Why? What do you have in mind?”

“Come here and let me get you out of this dress, now that I know where the zipper is,” he said with a sexy smile. Ginger stepped in front of him with a playful grin. “What did the doctor say, darlin’?”

Ginger tilted her head to look him straight in the eyes. “We can have oral sex as long as you don’t blow air into me.” Her face flushed.

Evan’s hands rested on her waist. “Wasn’t planning on blowing, but good to know.” He winked as nudged her right arm out of the way so his hand could move up to her breast to find the zipper. As he slowly tugged it down, he said, “I’m glad you wore this dress because I had flashbacks throughout dinner of the first night you wore it. I couldn’t wait to get back here.” By the time the last words left his mouth, the zipper was by her hip.

“I wanted to wear it once more before I start to show,” she said as Evan pulled the dress over her head. “So while you were having flashbacks at dinner, I was thinking about tonight.” She ducked her head.

“What do you want, darlin’?”

“Oral sex by the door.” Ginger pointed to the door that opened to the river.

“You read my mind.”

“With a twist…” She let the words die as she peeked under her eyelashes.

Evan cocked a brow. “Really? What kind of twist?” he asked as he took her shoes off.

Ginger’s face was flushed. “Well, um, I read this book called Seducing Cinderella by Gina Maxwell, and there’s this scene I’ve always wanted to try.”

“I’m listening,” he said.

Her cheeks were pink, but her gaze remained on the floor. “I want to give you a blow job, but I want your hands on the doorjamb,” she quietly said.

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Evan placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head up. “Why won’t you look at me? Are you embarrassed?”

She shrugged. “I’ve never told anyone what I want. No one has ever asked. You’re the first person who ever wanted to know.”

“I’ll agree on one condition.” He had her full attention. “You have to swallow every drop. And then I’m going to taste you for the first time in weeks, and you’ll come on my tongue. Deal?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

As they moved toward the door, Evan removed his shirt then opened the door. “Grab a pillow off the sofa.”

Evan held Ginger around the waist and pulled her head to his. Their mouths met then opened to allow their tongues to meet in a ritual of love. Her bare back was to the river as his hands roamed up and down it. When she started to moan, he ended the kiss.

“On your knees, darlin’.” He guided her down to the pillow. Once she was comfortable, he unfastened his belt. She reached up to stop his hands before he opened the fly of his pants.

“Put your hands wherever you want them on the doorjamb. Let me do this.” Her eyes locked with his in a lustful gaze that made her pussy clench. He moved his hands to the top of the door so to anyone who could see he appeared to be a man casually looking at the river.

Ginger lowered the zipper and opened his fly then reached in and brought his cock front and center. With a lick of her tongue from root to tip, his body tensed, and the hiss that left his mouth caused her to look up. His jaw was locked and pulsing as his eyes watched her. She smiled as she opened her mouth to slowly take him inside never taking her eyes off him.

“Fuuuck,” he growled.

Her eyes sparkled with desire as she glanced at his hands clamped tightly to the doorjamb. With him at her mercy, she rubbed the backs of his thighs up to his ass then slid her hands down until her fingers touched the backs of his balls before she lightly grazed them with her nails. Evan’s legs slightly bent before he repositioned his feet farther apart.

“Darlin’, we had a deal, but just remember, I haven’t had my turn yet. I can torture you just as much.”

The look in his eyes was pleasure and passion, so she wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and found her rhythm with her hand and mouth. Within seconds, warm shots hit the back of her throat.

“Oh shit,” he said with every thrust. When she’d sucked him dry, he released his arms, picked her up and kissed her all the way to their bed.

“I like the taste of me on you, but now I want to taste you,” he said as he laid her down. He kissed his way down her belly until he got to the apex of her legs. He placed her legs over his shoulders and opened her folds with his thumbs. When he saw how wet she was, he looked at her with a cocky grin. “I now understand why pink is Steven Tyler’s favorite color.”

Ginger’s mouth formed an O as his tongue lapped her clit. He slid his hands under her ass to tilt her toward him so he could fuck her with his tongue. Her fists were full of the sheet when she started to quiver, so he bit her clit with just enough pressure to send her over the edge.

“Evan!”

Her whole body shook as her juices coated his tongue. He stayed right there leisurely licking and sucking until she calmed. When he looked up, her eyelids were heavy, and a demure smile curved her lips. He kissed the inside of each thigh before he crawled up her body.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she opened her eyes. “Now taste you on me,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her.

“Mmm,” she moaned.

Evan moved beside her and placed his hand on her belly. “Was that the twist you had in mind?”

“Yes, I do believe that took care of it quite nicely.” She giggled.