allow but she couldn’t see any harm in pretending they were a couple for the time she was aboard.
“So, you were serious. You don’t bake in New York?” his voice at her ear startled her.
“No time. And my kitchen’s so tiny, it’s a hassle.”
“But the galley has to be smaller and you managed just fine.”
“It’s different here. More relaxed. Vacations are for doing all the things you enjoy but don’t have time for, right?”
“Right.”
“Besides, Philip didn’t like me to bake. Said I’d eat it all and gain weight. Being short means even a small weight gain’s a problem.”
Jared snorted. “Not for me. I like a woman who enjoys life enough to live it without guilt.”
She wondered if she’d ever be able to get completely clear of the doubts Philip had raised in her. She wasn’t sure, but Jared was certainly helping.
She felt him press against her lower back and smiled at the rising erection that prodded her. No matter that they’d agreed, reluctantly, to give themselves a few hours to recuperate from the sex marathon they’d indulged in, he was obviously ready for more.
“You looked happy when you tossed your shoes overboard at the dock. What was that about?” he asked.
“Oh, that.” She didn’t want to talk about Philip, but too much of her life had revolved around him and his demands. Maybe talking it out would exorcize the last remaining irritants he’d foisted onto her psyche.
“Yeah, that. I thought women were psychologically unable to throw away shoes. Any shoes.”
She laughed. “It was a small rebellion. Philip thought I looked too short next to him. He likes women with long legs so I tried to, you know, emphasize them.”
“Asshole.”
“To be fair, that wasn’t the only reason I use stilettos. I’m in a very competitive position and I want to get ahead. Women my height can sometimes have difficulty being seen as authoritative. When you’re under five foot four you’re not an automatic “go to”, more of a “go-fer”. And I hate that! I hate that I have to be smarter, tougher, and faster than everyone around me just to be noticed.”
“Sounds hard on the ego.”
“The talent gets to have ego. Production assistants get coffee and muffins.”
He made a dismissive noise in his throat she read as impatience. “Enough about my career, let’s get back to our vacation.”
“Let’s get back to your legs. Your perfect legs. They’re exactly long enough to wrap around my waist, which is all you really need. And I love your toes.”
She stretched out her right leg, flexed her foot to show him her bare toes. “Really?”
“I thought I’d already shown you.” He nuzzled her neck where it met her shoulder. She giggled. He knew she was ticklish there.
His erection was huge by now, so again, she slid her hand up behind her and clasped him. His sharp intake of breath pleased her. He was always so ready, so fun to play with and tantalize.
He turned her and they shared a kiss that tasted of fudge brownie and each other. Oh, so decadent.
When he released her she sank to her knees, wanting to put the chocolate flavor that still lingered all over his glorious cock.
When she moved in to take him into her mouth, he stepped back.
“Not yet, let’s go for a swim.” He untied her bikini bottom. It fell and she stepped out of it, lifting her hair so he could undo her bra top. The breeze raised her nipples to buds. He lingered for a moment while he rubbed his thumb across them, bringing an exquisite thrumming to life.
Moisture pooled inside her. “I can’t believe how wet you make me with just a touch.”
“I can’t get enough of you. One week won’t be enough.”
“It will have to be.” But in her heart, she agreed.
Chapter 9
Teri saw a mischievous grin on Jared’s face just before he lifted her into his arms. She squeaked in mock fear. This was another new thing for her to discover: play, sexual and otherwise.
He carried her to the swim grid off
“So, you were serious. You don’t bake in New York?” his voice at her ear startled her.
“No time. And my kitchen’s so tiny, it’s a hassle.”
“But the galley has to be smaller and you managed just fine.”
“It’s different here. More relaxed. Vacations are for doing all the things you enjoy but don’t have time for, right?”
“Right.”
“Besides, Philip didn’t like me to bake. Said I’d eat it all and gain weight. Being short means even a small weight gain’s a problem.”
Jared snorted. “Not for me. I like a woman who enjoys life enough to live it without guilt.”
She wondered if she’d ever be able to get completely clear of the doubts Philip had raised in her. She wasn’t sure, but Jared was certainly helping.
She felt him press against her lower back and smiled at the rising erection that prodded her. No matter that they’d agreed, reluctantly, to give themselves a few hours to recuperate from the sex marathon they’d indulged in, he was obviously ready for more.
“You looked happy when you tossed your shoes overboard at the dock. What was that about?” he asked.
“Oh, that.” She didn’t want to talk about Philip, but too much of her life had revolved around him and his demands. Maybe talking it out would exorcize the last remaining irritants he’d foisted onto her psyche.
“Yeah, that. I thought women were psychologically unable to throw away shoes. Any shoes.”
She laughed. “It was a small rebellion. Philip thought I looked too short next to him. He likes women with long legs so I tried to, you know, emphasize them.”
“Asshole.”
“To be fair, that wasn’t the only reason I use stilettos. I’m in a very competitive position and I want to get ahead. Women my height can sometimes have difficulty being seen as authoritative. When you’re under five foot four you’re not an automatic “go to”, more of a “go-fer”. And I hate that! I hate that I have to be smarter, tougher, and faster than everyone around me just to be noticed.”
“Sounds hard on the ego.”
“The talent gets to have ego. Production assistants get coffee and muffins.”
He made a dismissive noise in his throat she read as impatience. “Enough about my career, let’s get back to our vacation.”
“Let’s get back to your legs. Your perfect legs. They’re exactly long enough to wrap around my waist, which is all you really need. And I love your toes.”
She stretched out her right leg, flexed her foot to show him her bare toes. “Really?”
“I thought I’d already shown you.” He nuzzled her neck where it met her shoulder. She giggled. He knew she was ticklish there.
His erection was huge by now, so again, she slid her hand up behind her and clasped him. His sharp intake of breath pleased her. He was always so ready, so fun to play with and tantalize.
He turned her and they shared a kiss that tasted of fudge brownie and each other. Oh, so decadent.
When he released her she sank to her knees, wanting to put the chocolate flavor that still lingered all over his glorious cock.
When she moved in to take him into her mouth, he stepped back.
“Not yet, let’s go for a swim.” He untied her bikini bottom. It fell and she stepped out of it, lifting her hair so he could undo her bra top. The breeze raised her nipples to buds. He lingered for a moment while he rubbed his thumb across them, bringing an exquisite thrumming to life.
Moisture pooled inside her. “I can’t believe how wet you make me with just a touch.”
“I can’t get enough of you. One week won’t be enough.”
“It will have to be.” But in her heart, she agreed.
Chapter 9
Teri saw a mischievous grin on Jared’s face just before he lifted her into his arms. She squeaked in mock fear. This was another new thing for her to discover: play, sexual and otherwise.
He carried her to the swim grid off
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