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away from him and gave him an
unsure look. He wished it was because she was actually examining
his outfit, instead she pushed her way out on the deck and walked
out with her arms tight to her chest. Abandoning him in the dining
area, Rome tried to figure out what had shifted so quickly.
    “Dani,” he called, only to notice the wind
had picked up quite a bit. They were at least ten miles away from
the shoreline and he made out random lights from the buildings
glowing in such a way that the city skyline cut through the dark
vale on the horizon. “Danika,” he yelled, this time and she turned
her head to the side. Her dark hair whipped up behind her creating
curls and waves.
    “I’m not a subtle woman, sorry, I can’t be.
If I was I wouldn’t be me.” She turned to face him. A few of the
lights that circled the ship illuminated her face, setting off her
blue eyes even in the dark. “I find strong men attractive…sexy…how
you can command a room and take over. Why can’t I be respected for
acting the same way?”
    “Did you hit your head or something?” he
asked, because he couldn’t understand why she went from hot and
bothered, to pissed and insecure.
    “Look, I know the game. All the proper ways
for a woman to behave, but contrary to popular believe, women like
sex as much as men.”
    “You did hit your head. Should I get Jack to
turn the boat around?”
    Dani stepped toward him with her hand between
her chest, “Why is it wrong for me to come on to you? Why can’t I
tell you I want you to bend me over that railing and go all Titanic
on me as you plow me so hard when you come, you go all Leo and yell
about being the King of Chicago or something.”
    Rome wasn’t a hundred percent sure why Dani
was having a sexual stroke. He figured it had something to do with
some asshole complaining when she explained a fantasy. Either way,
he figured he could silence her and hopefully find out the real
fantasy she wanted to explore.
    “I don’t have a condom with me,” he confessed
as he put his hands in his pant pockets. “You pull me out here or I
rub myself for one more second against your body and well…one of
two things would happen.”
    Rome cocked his head to the side happy to see
Dani nibbling on her lip as her face flushed before him. Oh yeah,
he had her and he might just skip dessert, or at least have a taste
out here on the deck. Shaking his head, he refocused.
    “Dani, you can tell me anything you want me
to do to you. Hell, you can tell me what you want to do to me,
actually. I’d really like to hear that,” he said as he stepped
closer, but not enough to touch…nope, he couldn’t control that
throb in his groin for much longer. “I like women that are forward,
it saves time, cuts back on guessing and allows me to pleasure you
the way you deserve.”
    “The suit is nice, but it doesn’t do your
body justice.” Her fingers curled around each other as she rocked
back on her heels. Strong, yet fragile. God he wanted to hold her
after he buried himself deep inside and brought out every ounce of
her power. He shouldn’t have kissed her. He realized that now
because the moment her lips moved to say more, he cupped her face
in his hands and they fell into a kiss of control.
    Each wanting it, each needing it, and each
wanting the other to have it. Yes, they could do very little to
control themselves as their mouths fused, then broke and fused
again. He lifted her at her hips and carried her to a deck chair
with her arms wrapped around his neck. He dropped to his knees
before her and bunched her long skirt up at her thighs. Inching his
fingers up her thighs he locked his digits around the satin of her
panties. Dani bit down on his bottom lip and arched her eyebrow at
him. Challenging, yet timid. How could one woman be everything in
one package?
    “You were right.”
    “About what?” he questioned.
    “Yacht tours with you are different.” Her
toes pointed as her legs moved slowly up and down. She

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