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get my own little piece of the tourist trade.” Suddenly, he looked a bit sheepish—an expression she couldn’t have imagined on his face until now. “It would be nothing like what your father has, but at least it would be mine. And maybe I could make it grow. So…that’s where I’m at. I’m working my ass off to save money for a down payment so I can start my own business.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” she told him.
“It is?” He appeared genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” she assured him. “To have an actual ambition , something you want to do with your life…” She stopped, sighed. The drink was getting to her. “That’s what I want. Besides hot sex,” she added teasingly.
He grinned. “Well, the hot sex I can supply. Gladly.” He squeezed her leg and the sensation shot up her inner thigh. “The rest I’m still working on.”
“I admire you for knowing what you want and working toward it,” she added. And that’s when it hit her. The way he was working toward it was by laboring on the boats her father now owned. “God, you really are putting your ass on the line to be fooling around with me, aren’t you?”
“Something like that,” he said with yet another shrug. “Boating is what I know. I work on Chris’ catamaran too—but if I lost my jobs on your father’s boats, it wouldn’t be easy to replace them. From what I heard today, sounds like he’s bought up everything in the marina other than individually owned tour boats like Chris’.”
Payton sucked in her breath. What if he lost his job due to her? She’d feel like shit.
And yet…she didn’t think she could resist more sex with him, especially since she was already wet for him right now. “So,” she said slowly, “should I be flattered or are you just a danger-seeking guy?”
He lowered his gaze slightly, then lifted it back to hers. “You should be very flattered.”
* * * * *
An hour and two Sunset Blasts apiece later, Scott suggested they leave the bar, which had grown louder and more crowded. Of course, he had sex on his mind. How could he not? Especially now. She’d been tempting enough last night—but now, with this new side of her he’d seen, and everything she’d confided in him, she was somehow even more appealing.
Because yeah, it was exciting to fuck the boss’s dirty daughter. But it was even more exciting—in a much deeper way—to fuck a girl who so much needed to be fucked, needed to let her nasty side out. Dorky as it may have sounded, he hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he was honored she would pick him to do it with. And to know he was the first guy she’d been with just because she wanted to—damn, he’d been fighting a monster hard-on ever since.
The rich girl had a sweet side—much sweeter than he could have possibly imagined last night—and he kind of liked it.
When they got outside, Duvall Street was hopping—it was Saturday night in Key West. Tourists and islanders alike—of all ages—were hitting the bars and strolling the thoroughfare, and traffic was thick with everything from souped-up Mustangs to motor scooters. The warm breeze that hit his face as he took her hand to head north reminded him of why he’d picked this particular party destination to move to—it was as close as a person could get to the Caribbean in the United States and he had a passion for tropical climes.
They were both a little drunk, he knew—but maybe the good girl gone bad didn’t handle her liquor as well as him, so he made sure to keep hold of her hand as they strolled. She looked filled with wonder as she spied the nightlife—peeking into each bar they passed, as well as one strip club. He almost offered to take her inside but stopped—he wanted to help her release her inhibitions as much as possible, but corrupting her in public would be a bad idea given that word could easily get back to Daddy Dearest.
So instead he led her up Duvall until taking a right turn down the much quieter,
“Wow, that’s cool,” she told him.
“It is?” He appeared genuinely surprised.
“Yeah,” she assured him. “To have an actual ambition , something you want to do with your life…” She stopped, sighed. The drink was getting to her. “That’s what I want. Besides hot sex,” she added teasingly.
He grinned. “Well, the hot sex I can supply. Gladly.” He squeezed her leg and the sensation shot up her inner thigh. “The rest I’m still working on.”
“I admire you for knowing what you want and working toward it,” she added. And that’s when it hit her. The way he was working toward it was by laboring on the boats her father now owned. “God, you really are putting your ass on the line to be fooling around with me, aren’t you?”
“Something like that,” he said with yet another shrug. “Boating is what I know. I work on Chris’ catamaran too—but if I lost my jobs on your father’s boats, it wouldn’t be easy to replace them. From what I heard today, sounds like he’s bought up everything in the marina other than individually owned tour boats like Chris’.”
Payton sucked in her breath. What if he lost his job due to her? She’d feel like shit.
And yet…she didn’t think she could resist more sex with him, especially since she was already wet for him right now. “So,” she said slowly, “should I be flattered or are you just a danger-seeking guy?”
He lowered his gaze slightly, then lifted it back to hers. “You should be very flattered.”
* * * * *
An hour and two Sunset Blasts apiece later, Scott suggested they leave the bar, which had grown louder and more crowded. Of course, he had sex on his mind. How could he not? Especially now. She’d been tempting enough last night—but now, with this new side of her he’d seen, and everything she’d confided in him, she was somehow even more appealing.
Because yeah, it was exciting to fuck the boss’s dirty daughter. But it was even more exciting—in a much deeper way—to fuck a girl who so much needed to be fucked, needed to let her nasty side out. Dorky as it may have sounded, he hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he was honored she would pick him to do it with. And to know he was the first guy she’d been with just because she wanted to—damn, he’d been fighting a monster hard-on ever since.
The rich girl had a sweet side—much sweeter than he could have possibly imagined last night—and he kind of liked it.
When they got outside, Duvall Street was hopping—it was Saturday night in Key West. Tourists and islanders alike—of all ages—were hitting the bars and strolling the thoroughfare, and traffic was thick with everything from souped-up Mustangs to motor scooters. The warm breeze that hit his face as he took her hand to head north reminded him of why he’d picked this particular party destination to move to—it was as close as a person could get to the Caribbean in the United States and he had a passion for tropical climes.
They were both a little drunk, he knew—but maybe the good girl gone bad didn’t handle her liquor as well as him, so he made sure to keep hold of her hand as they strolled. She looked filled with wonder as she spied the nightlife—peeking into each bar they passed, as well as one strip club. He almost offered to take her inside but stopped—he wanted to help her release her inhibitions as much as possible, but corrupting her in public would be a bad idea given that word could easily get back to Daddy Dearest.
So instead he led her up Duvall until taking a right turn down the much quieter,
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