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distracted then we’ll take off. Plus, I’m enjoying the fact that they’re digging while we’re watching. And they didn’t even take a shovel with them.”
She laughed along with him, but then leaned toward him. “That’s all well and good, but what happens when the box tells us we need to dig somewhere else on the island and they’re still there? Do you think it might? And, just for the record, I didn’t know there wasn’t service out here. Does that make me a moron?”
“Not at all. You don’t live around here, and they do. And the box might tell us to go somewhere else.” He shrugged, but she could see the concern that idea brought to him. “But truthfully I don’t think it’s on this island. I think it’s somewhere back on the mainland. I’m just enjoying myself watching these guys waste their time.”
Charlene wanted to stand up and scream that they should go open the box and find out. But she knew it wasn’t a good idea. That didn’t stop the need, though, and she grasped Dylan’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, hoping to convey the message that she wanted to go. That she wanted to get someplace where they could open the box and see what was inside.
Instead it seemed to convey a different message to him. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips more insistent than they’d been the last time.
“Stop that,” she whispered, but not pushing him away. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Find treasure, split it with Dylan; that was the plan. “No kissing. And no more swats, either.”
“Says you,” Dylan said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “You like both of them. Admit it.”
“No, I don’t. I do not enjoy being spanked.”
“You will.” He stood abruptly and turned to her. “Once I give you a proper spanking you’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”
He walked off before she could answer, going to the wheel and turning on the engine. He waved to their new friend and left the area slowly, not creating a wake or disturbing the other boat.
As they pulled way Charlene could hear their watcher scream at his friends to hurry up. She laughed. She was happy they had what they’d come for, and left with it before Ives’ goons had arrived.
But Dylan’s statements about a “proper spanking,” weren’t something she’d expected to hear. Nobody could enjoy being spanked, could they? That’s not what spanking was about.
Or could it be? True it was used as discipline, used as a deterrent. The few times he’d smacked her bottom he’d done so because she’d done something he didn’t like. But the look he’d given her when he’d talked about “a proper spanking,” said he wasn’t thinking about that.
He was thinking about seduction, about skin-to-skin contact, in more ways than his hand coming down on her bottom.
Tingles ran through her as he kicked the boat into gear and it began to ride the waves, taking them back to Florida.
“When should be get back?” She raised her voice to be heard over the crashing of the waves against the boat.
“Before noon,” he said with a wink. “Unless you want to stop out here. Not a bad idea, really, but I’d like to get back to where there’s people. The goons may not be so stupid as to believe the cell phone trick the next time.”
Charlene nodded, and then she frowned. “Noon? It took us much longer than that yesterday.”
His grin made her frown deeper. “What did you do?”
“Me? Well, we took a roundabout way because I knew our friends would follow us. Then we stopped for a few hours, remember?”
Oh yes, she remembered. She should have known that nothing out here was very far away. After all, their followers had probably gone back to the Keys, then come out and found the island this morning. She had a lot to learn about this area.
“Lay down and rest,” Dylan said, winking at her. “We’ll be there before you know it.”
She thought about it, but being on the ocean was intoxicating. She glanced out at the water as Dylan
She laughed along with him, but then leaned toward him. “That’s all well and good, but what happens when the box tells us we need to dig somewhere else on the island and they’re still there? Do you think it might? And, just for the record, I didn’t know there wasn’t service out here. Does that make me a moron?”
“Not at all. You don’t live around here, and they do. And the box might tell us to go somewhere else.” He shrugged, but she could see the concern that idea brought to him. “But truthfully I don’t think it’s on this island. I think it’s somewhere back on the mainland. I’m just enjoying myself watching these guys waste their time.”
Charlene wanted to stand up and scream that they should go open the box and find out. But she knew it wasn’t a good idea. That didn’t stop the need, though, and she grasped Dylan’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, hoping to convey the message that she wanted to go. That she wanted to get someplace where they could open the box and see what was inside.
Instead it seemed to convey a different message to him. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips more insistent than they’d been the last time.
“Stop that,” she whispered, but not pushing him away. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Find treasure, split it with Dylan; that was the plan. “No kissing. And no more swats, either.”
“Says you,” Dylan said, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “You like both of them. Admit it.”
“No, I don’t. I do not enjoy being spanked.”
“You will.” He stood abruptly and turned to her. “Once I give you a proper spanking you’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”
He walked off before she could answer, going to the wheel and turning on the engine. He waved to their new friend and left the area slowly, not creating a wake or disturbing the other boat.
As they pulled way Charlene could hear their watcher scream at his friends to hurry up. She laughed. She was happy they had what they’d come for, and left with it before Ives’ goons had arrived.
But Dylan’s statements about a “proper spanking,” weren’t something she’d expected to hear. Nobody could enjoy being spanked, could they? That’s not what spanking was about.
Or could it be? True it was used as discipline, used as a deterrent. The few times he’d smacked her bottom he’d done so because she’d done something he didn’t like. But the look he’d given her when he’d talked about “a proper spanking,” said he wasn’t thinking about that.
He was thinking about seduction, about skin-to-skin contact, in more ways than his hand coming down on her bottom.
Tingles ran through her as he kicked the boat into gear and it began to ride the waves, taking them back to Florida.
“When should be get back?” She raised her voice to be heard over the crashing of the waves against the boat.
“Before noon,” he said with a wink. “Unless you want to stop out here. Not a bad idea, really, but I’d like to get back to where there’s people. The goons may not be so stupid as to believe the cell phone trick the next time.”
Charlene nodded, and then she frowned. “Noon? It took us much longer than that yesterday.”
His grin made her frown deeper. “What did you do?”
“Me? Well, we took a roundabout way because I knew our friends would follow us. Then we stopped for a few hours, remember?”
Oh yes, she remembered. She should have known that nothing out here was very far away. After all, their followers had probably gone back to the Keys, then come out and found the island this morning. She had a lot to learn about this area.
“Lay down and rest,” Dylan said, winking at her. “We’ll be there before you know it.”
She thought about it, but being on the ocean was intoxicating. She glanced out at the water as Dylan
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