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palm-lined street where he lived in half of a small two-family home. “Here we are,” he said.
    “Here where?” she asked, bumping up against him when they stopped—he felt the jiggle of her sumptuous breasts on his arm and wanted them, bad. She wore a slinky little halter top with deep cleavage tonight and he’d been aching for another taste of her sweet nipples.
    “My place,” he said, pointing upward toward the little sundeck outside the front second-story window of the classic white clapboard Key West house. “Let’s go inside where I can get you undressed.”
    With that, he drew close to her, leaning in to kiss her neck, and he knew he wasn’t the only one ready for some action—so it caught him off guard when she drew back.
    “No, let’s go to the yacht.”
    Scott let out a quiet breath—and was completely honest with her. “The yacht makes me a little nervous, honey. Your dad could walk in and I need my job, remember?”
    “I told you—he and Mom are in a hotel while we’re here. In fact, it’s amazing that they even let me stay without them on the boat, so I want to take advantage of having the place to myself.”
    But Scott wasn’t convinced. “You might have the place to yourself, but I know you’re not exactly alone out there. Somebody on the staff could see me and tell.”
    “That a guy they don’t know was on the boat with me. That would get me in trouble, not you. And besides—I might be wild at heart, but I’m more comfortable in my own surroundings, so…afraid it’s the boat or nothing, pirate boy. I like you a lot,” she said, peering up at him, leaning into him, “but you could still be an axe murderer.”
    He let out a laugh. “Any guy who would rather murder you than fuck you is crazy.”
    “Axe murderers usually are,” she said.
    “Good point,” he conceded.
    “Scott, I’ll do anything you want—but it has to be on the yacht.” She was rubbing those gorgeous tits against his chest now, making his scalp—and lots of other parts of him—tingle and pulse with need. Then she added, “Besides, you looked good in satin—
    I want to lay you back down on those sheets and do every nasty thing to you I can think of.”
    Shit. His cock throbbed so violently now that it almost hurt. What the hell could he do?
    “All right, rich girl, you win. But you better hope we don’t get caught.”
    * * * * *
    Payton led Scott by the hand through the dark, crossing the yacht’s lower deck toward her cabin. It was late—after one—so she was sure the staff would all be fast asleep. Which is why it surprised her so much when she suddenly bumped into a man’s body. She gasped, and Scott immediately pulled her back toward him.
    Then she realized who it was. “Daniel.”
    “Sorry, Miss Albright. I didn’t mean to startle you—I expected to be the only one about at this hour.”
    Then his gaze fell on Scott in the darkness behind her and she knew he’d be worried. “Scott, this is Daniel. Daniel, Scott.”
    “We’ve met,” Scott said.
    Then she turned to Scott more fully. “Don’t worry—Daniel’s cool. He won’t tell anyone I had…company tonight.”
    Daniel quickly backed her up. “Oh, certainly not,” he assured them both, then looked at her companion. “Miss Albright’s secrets are safe with me.” After which he gave her a wink, reminding her that he had secrets too—and the memory of seeing him with the brunette in the closet last night made her skin tingle hotly, especially given that she was already excited.
    “It is late,” she ventured, curious. “Any chance you’re returning from seeing your waitress friend?”
    Daniel flashed a debonair yet amused smile. “Turns out, my dear Miss Albright, that the lovely little girl has a very large boyfriend.”
    Another small gasp left her. “He didn’t find out, did he?”
    Oh hell—she’d just spilled the beans. That she’d seen him fucking the waitress.
    Only…he didn’t look as surprised as she thought