Jinx's Fantasy
“I can code anything.”
“In that case...” She pulled away and entwined our fingers, guiding me out the door. “Best get typing, husband.”
“Have you had that fantasy for a while?” I glanced at her ass as she stopped, then turned back to face me.
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” I raised an eyebrow. “Since when?”
“Since every time I watch you swim laps around Batari. You’re so sleek and powerful. You’re as comfortable in the water as living beside it. And...we have a lot of sex in the water, what with Nirvana and all our midnight beach strolls...I’ve become rather intrigued with the idea of being beneath the surface instead of floating.”
My mind raced to create. To formulate the best fucking fantasy of her life.
“Any other requests?”
She licked her lips. “I’d like to be powerful. Like the daughter of Triton or something. And you have to bow to me while I sit on my shell throne.” Placing her hand over my rapidly interested heart, she breathed, “You’ll beg me to fuck you all while we both know you could take me against my will. You’ll try to convince me that only you can grant me the best pleasure in all the oceans and...”
I growled as she grabbed my cock, fisting my hard length. “And?”
“And I deny you.”
“Deny me?” I squeezed her fingers around me, thrusting into her hold, grateful we were alone but cursing the fact that she’d made hiding my erection a painful problem.
“Deny you until you stop begging and fuck me anyway.”
Grabbing her hair, I tipped her head back. “I could fuck you now.”
She panted, her nipples pebbling beneath her bikini and dress. “You could.”
“Want me to?”
“I always want you to.”
Smashing my mouth on hers, I kissed her indecently, decadently, and as dark and dangerous as we always kissed. Ruthless and savage, complete with teeth and tongue and torment.
The temptation to shove up her dress and shove down my shorts almost made me kick the door closed.
But...
Something she’d said.
A part of her fantasy that made me play along with her kinky game.
Fisting her wrist, I yanked her tight fingers from my cock and held her at arm’s length. Her chest rose and fell; her grey eyes flashed.
“Come along, Jinx. We haven’t finished the tour yet.”
She scowled. “Not going to follow through on your threat?”
“Nope.”
“Tease.”
I chuckled and nipped at the tip of her nose. “Guess we’ll see who begs who, huh?”
Whirling away, she blew me a kiss over her shoulder while swaying her hips in ways that made me want to spank, worship, and mount. “Oh, you’ll be the one begging, Sullivan Sinclair. Not me.”
“We’ll see. I have all night to make you wet and miserable.”
“And I have the rest of our lives to punish you back.”
I chuckled as we caught up with the others. “Vicious creature.”
“Your creature.” She smiled a secret smile as we rounded a corner and found the others waiting for the elevator.
Cal rolled his eyes, sensing the obvious sexual tension between Eleanor and me. Jess winked at Jinx, and Tasmin and Prest stayed silent as we stepped into the elevator and headed to the helm.
Eleanor had effectively ruined the rest of the tour for me as we stepped into a treasure trove of technology.
The cockpit on this thing would normally capture my attention for hours. All the computer screens, navigational systems, and charts tugged at my analytical brain. However, thanks to Eleanor, all I could think about was fucking her beneath the sea.
I’d once cyphered a mermaid fantasy for a guest named Fisher.
At the time, I’d wondered how the hell mermaids even had sex with the inconvenience of tails. Now, I dabbled with myth and reality, designing a trip to Euphoria that would begin the moment we set course for Tahiti.
Eleanor had told me what her fantasy was.
It was time I repaid the favour.
And I would ensure it was the best fucking night of her life.
Chapter Four
“SIGN HERE.” Elder Prest pointed at the leather-bound folder in front of Sully.
The final stage of our tour: signing the completed ownership papers now that Sully had approved the delivery of the most impressive vessel I’d ever seen.
No matter how many years passed, I doubted I’d ever get used to the obscene wealth Sully had...which was now my wealth, thanks to Sully’s generosity and insistence. We lived such simple lives that coming face-to-face with the final tally of the two yachts we’d purchased—witnessing the figure of almost two hundred million written bold and brash on the contract—threatened to make my knees wobble.
It didn’t matter that I’d signed invoices as high as that when we’d enlisted contractors to begin building the resort on Rapture. And it didn’t matter that the lease alone for the islands in Tahiti commanded such a price tag—and they were just a rental instead of an asset—I would never become accustomed to that sort of money. My hands shook as I looked around the elegant, opulent lounge, pausing to truly take stock of how incredible my life had become.
There was a blue piano glittering with sunshine, for heaven’s sake. A blue piano! And bottles of rare liquor and Faberge fabric were used willy-nilly as if they were cheap counterfeits.
When my father came to visit Goddess Isles six months or so after Sully and I were married, I’d been wary of his judgment. Even though I was his daughter and he loved me, I worried he’d think, just for a second, that I’d married Sully for his money.
I’d been stupid to worry, of course. My father had already gotten to know Sully on our regular video calls, and we’d escorted him around the island on our cell phones, so by the time my dad arrived in person, he plopped his bag in his villa, shook Sully’s hand, which turned into a hug between father and son-in-law, then promptly barrelled into the warm sea.
His visits were always welcome and enjoyed.
My mother’s, on the other hand.... The first and only had been strained, and she’d lasted two days before using work as an excuse to leave. She’d forgotten how to just be. How to sit on the beach and have no files to log for work, no to-do list to conjure for next week, and no need to chase stress.
Perhaps, we could use Calypso and go visit her in London, where she was stationed with her firm. Maybe we could use this yacht to snap her back into awareness, seeing as it had done the same for me?
“I would like to test drive Thimble. Is that due to arrive soon?” Sully asked as he skimmed the contract and read the fine print.
“Thimble has been delivered to your other address in the South Pacific.” Elder Prest glanced at his fiancée before running a hand through glossy blue-black hair. “The craft is swift and one of the fastest we’ve designed, but she isn’t suitable for long journeys out to sea. If there were a storm between here and there, I fear she might not weather well.”
Sully narrowed his eyes. “And this boat will?”
“Calypso is fitted with automatic stabilisers, top-of-the-line ballasts, and onboard levellers to prevent seasickness. Her autopilots and numerous engines prevent capsizing better than any other vessel in high winds and waves.” Elder took Tasmin’s hand, subtly and smooth, keeping their linked hands hidden behind his back. The fact that he’d had to touch her, even while doing business, made me smile.