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Man,
I'm pathetic.
Snag and shag. Summer's words seemed better and better. She
woke this morning with her hand between her thighs and
Justin's name pouring from her lips on a passionate cry. It
was official, she was in a serious dry spell and needed to
take care of that. She zipped her pendant along the white
gold chain briefly before allowing the princess cut diamond
to settle against her skin again.
"Can
I get you something, ma'am?"
"No,
thank you." She waved him away and barely watched him walk
for her gaze had picked up on something else.
Justin sat in the left corner at the furthest table. She
stared at him, ignoring the heat in her loins. He wore a tee
shirt which hugged his biceps in a way she'd like to. His
long legs were sprawled out beneath the table and she closed
her eyes envisioning those hard muscles encased by denim.
Lean waist, trim hips.
She
opened her eyes in time to see some women in short skirts,
flit by his table, suggestion in their movements and gazes.
He seemed to barely look at them before staring back toward
the show.
Snag
and shag. One night left. It's not like it will mean
anything. What do I have to lose? This trip is to have fun,
lose my inhibitions, and let go of the wall around me.
And she had to face it. Only one person on this ship turned
her head. And she was staring at him right now.
Go to
it then,
her brain chimed in.
Leya
jumped on a plane with only a bathing suit, surely you can
walk across the room to a man you've already been dreaming
about,
her subconscious added in its two cents.
Besides, it's not like you two are strangers,
you've been in his company most of this cruise, and in some
ways he knows more about you than any other outside your
inner circle.
Ignoring the unwanted commentary, she pushed away from the
wall and skirted around the back toward his table. He sat as
if carved out of stone, arms crossed, and chin tucked. He
almost looked asleep or bored but she wouldn't bet on it.
From what she'd seen of him, she'd bet he was very aware of
everything going on around him.
"Don't seem like you're enjoying the show," she said by way
of greeting.
He
turned his head and her insides did a melting dance as his
expression softened as he met her stare. The light glinted
off his earring.
"There are other things which I would rather be doing."
Her
heart skipped a few beats. Take the plunge. "Really?
And what would that be?"
His
light hazel gaze darkened and ran over her body. Her stomach
clenched and she felt moisture gather between her legs at
the blatant perusal.
"Do
you really need to ask?"
"No."
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