“You’ll always have me.” His smile fell as seriousness lashed around us. “No matter if we’re in Euphoria, our islands, a damn yacht, or even death. You have me.”
I rocked my hips. “You’re making me need you again.”
He smirked. “You’re insatiable.”
“I’m married to you, what did you expect? I live with the sexiest, smartest, most wonderful scientist in the world.”
Kissing the tip of my nose, he murmured, “And I live with a beautiful, bold, brilliantly horny wife who likes to play with me.”
“Take me again.” I licked his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth and biting teasingly. “Show me how much you love me.”
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He pushed up from the bottom and let the water cradle both of us as he lay on his back. My knees hit the sand as I straddled him.
His eyes turned into heart-breaking blue as he ran his hands over my breasts, up my scaled throat, and dove into my cloud of water-logged hair. “Having you on me, being inside you—that’s my ultimate fantasy, Jinx. You make all my dreams come true.”
Pressing my fingernails into his sculpted chest, I rocked over him. “Let’s never leave.”
He pulled me down, bending me in half until our mouths connected as deeply as our bodies. His tongue entered my mouth as he thrust up, fucking me even while I fucked him. “I think this hallucination will become a favourite of ours.” Letting me go, he pushed me until I sat on top of him again.
His face etched with lust and his eyes blazed with possession as his hands trailed over every inch of my shimmering skin. “Seeing you like this? Wild and free, scaled and sexy...I could live at the bottom of the sea with you forever.”
It was my turn to fold forward and kiss him.
I kissed him as he rolled me onto my back and pinned me to the sand.
He kissed me as he took me.
And the whole ocean heard me scream as he made me his.
Chapter Thirteen
I STOOD NURSING MY coffee, arms on the polished railing, and eyes locked on the dawn spreading pinks and mandarins across the horizon.
Sipping the caffeine, I froze as the first sighting of Tahiti appeared. The unmistakable haze of land, followed by the shimmer of tropical wilderness. Unlike my untouched islands where only those I chose and employed lived within the sanctuary of fronds and beaches, French Polynesia was heavily populated.
The main island of Pape’ete housed over twenty-five thousand people, while the other islands for wealthy tourists on Mo’orea and Bora Bora were so commercial that all their natural beauty was gone.
Sure, they still had waterfalls and manta rays and stunning over-water bungalows, but the wildness had gone. The beauty of no interference from humans had long since faded beneath their commercialism.
Eleanor appeared beside me just as a pod of dolphins splashed from the deep and frolicked in our wake. She smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears and looking highly fuckable in her black mini skirt and peach shirt. She wore more clothes than she had in days, ready to be professional as the owner and CEO of Rapture.
I’d also attempted to be somewhat presentable, trading my board shorts for jeans and a grey polo.
Looking down and watching the silver sleek mammals, she murmured, “They’re dancing.”
“Or lazy.”
“Lazy?” She took my coffee cup and helped herself to a sip.
“They’re using the boat’s inertia to swim.”
“I call that ingenious, not lazy.” She passed my cup back. “And if Cal hears you call Calypso a boat again, he’ll throw you overboard.”
I chuckled. “He and Jess have definitely taken to life on the high seas.”
“They have.” She put her elbows on the railing, staring at the ever-lightening sky. “Perhaps instead of building them an island villa, we’ll just buy them a yacht for their zoo of children. It could end up like Noah’s ark, but instead of animals, it’s just kids.”
“Ha, ha.” I placed the empty coffee cup onto the passing tray of one of the discreet staff. “Kids need earth. They need to run on a beach and climb a tree. Jump off a waterfall every now and again.”
“City kids don’t even get that.”
“Yeah, and look how they turn out.” I shuddered. “Humans who don’t have access to nature are the entire reason they’re all a bunch of fuckwits.”
Eleanor snickered. “Still don’t censor your true thoughts, I see.”
“Not when it comes to mankind, I don’t.” I pinched her ass. “I’m getting tetchy just knowing we’re about to dock and be surrounded by them. And angry divorcees, no less.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m glad we’re saving their marriages, but it doesn’t mean I want to come face-to-face with their problems.”
“You won’t. Sophie has emailed and said she’ll meet us at the pier. She’s already inspected Thimble and said it’s outstanding, so that’s one task we don’t need to complete. Then all we need to do is go over a few of her proposed ideas, inspect the two new Euphoria playrooms, and then we can leave.”
“Fine.” I huffed, grabbing a lock of her hair as strands of chocolate fire caught the rising sun. “But you owe me.”
“I owe you what precisely?” Her smile slipped into sensual. Ever since our time beneath the sea in her fantasy almost two weeks ago, we’d been insatiable. Something deeper had sprung between us. Something that I couldn’t explain but brought us evermore closer.
The past two weeks—working in the mornings thanks to the impressive internet connection and commerce facilities, having lunch with Eleanor, Cal, Jess, Pika, and Skittles on the deck before taking a swim in the pool, and then retiring to a comfy cabin where we could be as loud and as frisky as we liked—had been an experience I wouldn’t forget.
Elder Prest was right.
I could easily be converted to nautical life...if I didn’t love my islands so much. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t homesick to rush back. I had my two parrots, two friends, and wonderful wife. And even when the weather turned grey and rain pummelled the ship, we enjoyed a movie night in the fully equipped theatre, played drinking card games in the library, and even learned how to play the piano thanks to YouTube and a few tipsy video lessons.
We hadn’t needed to pull into a harbour to restock for fuel or food. We hadn’t seen another living soul apart from the odd albatross, whale, and yacht staff. It was exactly the way I liked it, and Jinx was right.
It was the only way to travel from here on out.
No fucking way would I get on a plane again. I didn’t care if it took me a month to get to a board meeting in the USA. By sailing there, I could take everything that was important to me and keep everyone safe at the same time.
“I think you’ve enjoyed this sailing lark too, Sully.” Eleanor strolled toward the loungers, sitting elegantly on the end. Her short skirt rose up her toned thighs, making me hard. “It’s been great fun.”
Last night, we entered her fantasy again. We’d shed human boringness and became scaled and finned. I’d finally shown her the other cave I’d designed, the one full of caverns and anemones along with trinkets and treasures, inspired from the Disney rendition of The Little Mermaid. Unlike that mermaid’s innocent collection of forks and candlesticks, this collection housed phallic items that I’d happily used on Eleanor until she’d screamed and shattered as I filled her in every hole she had.
Shit.
My desire for her sprang hot, and my hardening cock thickened into concrete.
If I was expected to be polite and talk to people—shudder—I needed a little stress relief first.
As I moved toward her, Pika and Skittles chose that annoying moment to appear from the interior. They fluttered and chirped with morning glee, spreading their wings and welcoming the new sun to glitter on emerald, white, and apricot feathers.
“Don’t move,” I commanded, pointing a finger at Eleanor. Whistling, I barked, “Pika, Skittles, follow me.”
The two darting caique
s obeyed, squabbling mid-air, performing aerial stunts as I reached the cabana where bar snacks and cocktails were made and opened the industrial-sized fridge.
Wrenching out a platter of fresh fruit, I grabbed a covered bowl from the cupboard that held seeds and nuts especially designed for parrots who travelled at sea and didn’t have access to usual facets of their diets.
Skittles landed gently on my shoulder, hopping down my arm as I placed their breakfast on the bar. Pika dive-bombed the nuts, scattering a handful and throwing a sunflower seed in my direction with a toss of his beak. “You’re a pest.” I bent and kissed his fluffy head before stalking back to my wife, parrot free.
Lucky for her, she’d obeyed and hadn’t moved.
Unlucky for her, her prim little outfit was about to get mauled.
I couldn’t take her exactly as I wanted—entirely naked with her bent over the railing as we sailed into Tahiti—thanks to the prying eyes of staff, but I could thrust secretly inside as the rest of the dawn turned into a new day.
Grabbing a huge teal and white pool towel, I sat on the lounger, scooted to the back, undid my belt, button, and fly, and crooked my finger at Eleanor. “Come here.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What for?”
I pulled my jeans and underwear down, revealing how fucking hard I was. “Sit on this.”
Her eyes gleamed with sudden lust. “You know...that’s just shot me back to the first day I met you.”
“How so?”
Gracefully, she stood and kicked off her strappy heels. Hooking her fingers into her underwear beneath her skirt, she performed a strip-tease as she removed any obstruction and threw them in my direction. “You fed me elixir.”
“I did.” I grabbed my cock, pulling the towel over me so staff couldn’t see. “Your point?”
“You got me so hot and wet.” She strolled toward me, raising her leg and flashing me her pussy before straddling me over the lounger. She rubbed herself against my length, making both of us convulse. Bending over me, she nipped my ear, whispering, “You commanded I sit on your two fingers. I didn’t know you. I hated you. Yet seeing two of your fingers spear up and ready for me to use...damn.” She stood on her knees as I angled up my erection and draped the towel around her, hiding both of us.
“That first touch of being inside you almost broke my mind.” I grunted as the wet heat of her pussy encased the top of my throbbing cock.
“I would’ve given anything for you to fuck me that day,” she moaned.
I thrust up, shoving my hardness into her softness.
She bit her lip, her eyes snapping closed and hands latching onto my shoulders.
“I knew if I did, I’d be screwed for the rest of my life.” I rocked up, ensuring every inch of me possessed her. “You broke me, even then.”
“I’ll happily break you for the rest of your life, Sully Sinclair.” Her eyes flared wide as I cupped her hips beneath the towel and made her ride me.
“And I’ll happily fuck you every time you ask, Eleanor Jinx Sinclair.”
With another moan, she dropped her head and kissed me.
We forgot where we were as our bodies moved and pleasure built like a volcano.
We went quick. Fast and fierce before the rest of the ship woke up.
A flash appeared in my peripheral.
Cal.
He stopped short as he left the yacht’s interior.
His eyes locked onto Eleanor in my lap and the highly obvious action that we indulged in. Rolling his eyes, he gave me a sarcastic salute before vanishing back inside. He grabbed Jess as she went to bypass him, laughing something into her ear.
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that we’d been caught because all that mattered was chasing that high with my wonderful wife.
“Sully. Oh, God.” Eleanor stiffened in my arms as I shoved up and triggered her release.
The pulses of her orgasm set me off, and I quaked beneath her, giving her my soul and sanity all in one climax.
Breathing hard, eyes glazed with satisfaction, Eleanor kissed me sweetly as we returned to earth. “Was that a distraction from socialising or preparation?”
“Both.” I grinned, wincing as she disengaged and climbed off me. “It’s also a promise that the sooner we get this meeting over and done with, the sooner we can come back here and do that all over again.”
She chuckled as she scooped her underwear from the lounger and swung the lace around her finger. “In that case, let’s hurry. I want you naked before lunch.”
And wasn’t I just the luckiest son of a bitch alive?
I had a wife who was talented, tricky, and downright temptress.
The yacht’s horn sounded, announcing we’d reached our destination.
For now, I would have to share her with others.
But after, she would be all mine again.
I can’t fucking wait.
Chapter Fourteen
RAPTURE.
Named for the emotion of intense pleasure or joy, the leased Tahitian island had proven a marvellous success. Almost as pretty as Goddess Isles, the bamboo pier, groomed beach, and coconut palms welcomed us as a staff member from Calypso ferried us to shore, thanks to the onboard speedboat that lived in Calypso’s belly.
Cal and Jess had decided to take the jet ski and head to Pape’ete a few kilometres away. To go shopping in local markets and have an afternoon just the two of them. Jess had spoken to Tasmin last night via Skype for over an hour, so I guessed their choice to be alone had something to do with Q, adoption, and if their futures were about to change.
“They haven’t cut down the ripe coconuts,” Sully muttered as the sleek boat slowed its engines, ready to moor along the pier. “If one of them falls on a guest’s head, they’ll sue.”
Pulling out my notepad—that I’d brought for this very purpose of suggestions to pass onto Sophie—I jotted it down. “Prune coconuts. Got it.” I tapped his shoulder with my pen. “Anything else?”
“Yes, jot down a very important task.” His face became deadly serious.
I poised my pen over paper, a little worried that I’d forgotten something paramount. “What is it?”
A roguish glint appeared in his stare as he whispered, “Give your husband a blowjob as thanks for socialising with people.”
I laughed as the staff member lassoed us to the bamboo platform and gave me his hand so I could climb out safely. “I’ll put it at the top of the list.”
“You do that.”
I let the crew’s member’s hand go. “Thanks for your help.”
“No problem, Mrs Sinclair.” He nodded at Sully as my husband leapt up behind me. “I’ll wait here for you, sir.”
“Thanks.” Sully pushed his sunglasses higher up his nose. “We won’t be long. An hour, tops.”
“Sure.”
Taking my hand, Sully guided me toward land, swallowing his groan as our chirpy, gung-ho manager for Rapture arrived. She jogged down the beach with sand flying from her sandals, red hair tied in a neat bun, and a cream suit far too stifling for this sort of humidity but professional all the same.
“You’re here!” She waved, jumping onto the pier and closing the distance between us. “How was your trip? Good? That boat you had delivered is outstanding. Had its inaugural cruise this morning with a couple who needed some space to scream it out. It drove like a dream, according to the skipper, and the couple who rented it seemed to like it enough. They’re currently in Euphoria, which is an improvement as they’ve been here three days and were adamant they wouldn’t dabble in VR no matter what therapy they had to endure.” She looked down at her phone, bringing up her own list of things to go over. “Villa Halcyon had minor plumbing issues, but it’s fixed now. Villa Paradise had to be fumigated because of an ant problem, and Villa Frangipani has been extended to include an in-house Euphoria playroom for those couples who want that extra bit of luxury and freedom.” She sucked in a breath, ready to go again.
I held up my hand.
“Sounds like you have everything under control.” I smiled kindly. “Thank you for all your hard work. The spread-sheets and customer reviews you’ve provided are wonderful.”
She beamed, her red hair and freckled skin making her a perfect candidate for sunburn and pleased blushes. “Thanks. I’m honoured you hired me, seeing as I know I’m not the typical middle-aged man who’s normally the stereotype for manager.”
“It’s because you weren’t a middle-aged man that Eleanor hired you,” Sully muttered. He covered up his ire at being in public places again with a quick smile. “You’re doing a great job. We appreciate it.”
Sophie nodded and blushed again. “You’re welcome.” Putting her phone into her blazer pocket, she clapped her hands. “Sorry, here I am rabbiting on when we’re still on the pier. Come. Please.” She headed back toward the beach. “What would you like to inspect first? We currently have eighty percent occupancy, so the main areas like the swimming pool, restaurant, waterfall therapy rooms, and spa are most likely in use, but we can always wait.”
We followed behind.
Sully dug his hands into his pockets and cocked his head for me to catch up and walk beside Sophie. It always surprised me how a man like Sully, who was used to being the boss’s boss’s boss, could give me the reins to this place.
He never interrupted when Sophie reeled off figures on the phone. Never contradicted me in our online conferences. Never argued his opinion when interviewing marriage counsellors or approving the shortlist of new chefs and cleaners that Sophie had found locally.
He wanted me to be in charge—almost as if it turned him on to see I was just as capable as him in running a multi-million-dollar company.
Blowing him a quick kiss, I joined Sophie and prepared to listen to her stream of facts, updates, and suggestions.
* * * * *
“So, as you can see, we followed your previous schematics and ensured the two extra Euphoria rooms all follow safety and hygiene requirements.” My heels clacked beside Sophie’s as she led me around the room, opening cupboards with fake furs, textiles, and other props designed to ensure the virtual reality that people dabbled in was as real as we could make it.
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