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never been before. She let her head dip back as she rode the waves his touch created.
Her body shuddered as she came; first, as he got into the powerful rhythm that would cause them both to come apart into a million sharp-edged pieces of shattered ecstasy. And then again, as she felt his warmth coat her inner walls and claim her as his again. As he collapsed on top of her, she felt the L-word at the tip of her tongue. She loved him. She could barely wait for him to say it to her one day soon—and wished he would open up to her about his pain. Whatever it was, it ran deep.
Chapter Nine
ABBY’s day flew by before she could blink twice. It felt that way. After Andrew left that morning, she showered and rushed to her seminar. The two hours seemed to be over so quickly—probably because she had spent most of it daydreaming about him.
It’s not that the professor was dull. She had always enjoyed these morning sessions. The problem was that not thirty minutes before her seminar started, she was wrapped up in Andrew’s warmth. She could only imagine what she looked like, sitting there in the seminar boardroom. Kiss-blush wouldn’t do her dreamy-eyed musings any justice; not at all.
The rest of the day was similar. After lunch with some classmates, she spent the afternoon outlining the next section of her independent project report. She had made the effort to focus, and thankfully, had found she got into the zone with no problem. Maybe the seminar was dreary after all.
At five in the afternoon, she headed home to get ready for another night with Andrew. She wasn’t sure what to wear on this boating excursion, given it was January, and cool at night. She settled on a navy and white striped strapless dress. It had a hemline that met her below the knee. She found a red cashmere throw to go over top. Just in case, she brought along a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket.
Again, Andrew was running late and sent the driver over. She wondered what he was up to—not that she was worried. She was more curious than anything about the type of work he did for Dr. Sansbury while he was in town.
The driver helped her out when they got to the ramp closest to Andrew’s boat. He was waiting for her on the wooden pier walkway, and walked down to meet her. He looked scrumptious in his khaki slacks, a white cotton blend shirt, and a navy sweater, with the sleeves wrapped loosely around his shoulders. He looked perfectly bourgeoisie; except he was Andrew, with that warmth in his eyes and smile.
“How was your day?” he greeted her, kissing her warmly on the cheek. God, he could make the electricity flow through her from his touch.
“Great. Yours?”
“Awesome,” he answered, taking her hand to lead her to the boat. “You look fantastic.”
“All thanks to your people.”
“Glad to hear. All set?”
“Very. And excited for this cruise, too.”
“Good. The food is ready.”
He pointed out a sleek cream yacht. He really should have called it a ship—it was massive. Once she got on, two men undid the moorings and came aboard.
“So you must have a crew for this…this…is this a yacht? It seems much bigger.”
“Yes it is. I’ve not much larger than the usual. And yes, there’s a crew and small kitchen staff for dinner. Ready to eat?”
“Yes, I’m starved. Lead the way.”
***
The yacht-ship they were on was stunning, but nothing could have prepared her for the sights and sounds—and tastes—of their night cruise. Once they left the harbor, she could barely breathe. The vistas, lights and water-view of San Francisco’s landmarks took her breath away. The food was absolutely divine, but even then, as they passed beneath the San Francisco Bridge, she put her fork down and almost ran to the bow to look up at it.
Andrew came to her side and held her around her waist.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’ve been missing out on lots.”
“How so?”
“This is my sixth year living in this
Her body shuddered as she came; first, as he got into the powerful rhythm that would cause them both to come apart into a million sharp-edged pieces of shattered ecstasy. And then again, as she felt his warmth coat her inner walls and claim her as his again. As he collapsed on top of her, she felt the L-word at the tip of her tongue. She loved him. She could barely wait for him to say it to her one day soon—and wished he would open up to her about his pain. Whatever it was, it ran deep.
Chapter Nine
ABBY’s day flew by before she could blink twice. It felt that way. After Andrew left that morning, she showered and rushed to her seminar. The two hours seemed to be over so quickly—probably because she had spent most of it daydreaming about him.
It’s not that the professor was dull. She had always enjoyed these morning sessions. The problem was that not thirty minutes before her seminar started, she was wrapped up in Andrew’s warmth. She could only imagine what she looked like, sitting there in the seminar boardroom. Kiss-blush wouldn’t do her dreamy-eyed musings any justice; not at all.
The rest of the day was similar. After lunch with some classmates, she spent the afternoon outlining the next section of her independent project report. She had made the effort to focus, and thankfully, had found she got into the zone with no problem. Maybe the seminar was dreary after all.
At five in the afternoon, she headed home to get ready for another night with Andrew. She wasn’t sure what to wear on this boating excursion, given it was January, and cool at night. She settled on a navy and white striped strapless dress. It had a hemline that met her below the knee. She found a red cashmere throw to go over top. Just in case, she brought along a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a light jacket.
Again, Andrew was running late and sent the driver over. She wondered what he was up to—not that she was worried. She was more curious than anything about the type of work he did for Dr. Sansbury while he was in town.
The driver helped her out when they got to the ramp closest to Andrew’s boat. He was waiting for her on the wooden pier walkway, and walked down to meet her. He looked scrumptious in his khaki slacks, a white cotton blend shirt, and a navy sweater, with the sleeves wrapped loosely around his shoulders. He looked perfectly bourgeoisie; except he was Andrew, with that warmth in his eyes and smile.
“How was your day?” he greeted her, kissing her warmly on the cheek. God, he could make the electricity flow through her from his touch.
“Great. Yours?”
“Awesome,” he answered, taking her hand to lead her to the boat. “You look fantastic.”
“All thanks to your people.”
“Glad to hear. All set?”
“Very. And excited for this cruise, too.”
“Good. The food is ready.”
He pointed out a sleek cream yacht. He really should have called it a ship—it was massive. Once she got on, two men undid the moorings and came aboard.
“So you must have a crew for this…this…is this a yacht? It seems much bigger.”
“Yes it is. I’ve not much larger than the usual. And yes, there’s a crew and small kitchen staff for dinner. Ready to eat?”
“Yes, I’m starved. Lead the way.”
***
The yacht-ship they were on was stunning, but nothing could have prepared her for the sights and sounds—and tastes—of their night cruise. Once they left the harbor, she could barely breathe. The vistas, lights and water-view of San Francisco’s landmarks took her breath away. The food was absolutely divine, but even then, as they passed beneath the San Francisco Bridge, she put her fork down and almost ran to the bow to look up at it.
Andrew came to her side and held her around her waist.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I’ve been missing out on lots.”
“How so?”
“This is my sixth year living in this
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