Sexy Seaman

by Steele, Paige

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  Twenty minutes and she’ll be here. I sent a car after her, bringing her here to my place. I decided date night would be best spent in my penthouse suite, so I’m cooking dinner. I don’t get to do it very often but when I’m home, I try and do it as much as possible. There’s nothing like a home-cooked meal.

  I just finish the alfredo sauce as the buzzer goes off. Leaning over I hit the button on the wall, “Yes, Albert?”

  “Hello, Sir, Miss Maci Foster is here; shall I send her up?”

  “Absolutely.”

  I quickly pour two glasses of wine and lower the lights down one notch on the dimmer switch. The elevator will open up to my foyer so I head in that direction. I’m like a kid in a candy store when he finds the perfect piece of candy, the piece he’s always wanted, just never knew it. I wasn’t looking for someone in my life, but she fell into it and now I can’t imagine my life without her in it.

  “Wow!” she says with surprise in her voice.

  “What?” I lean in and kiss her, welcoming her into my home.

  “What do you mean, what? You can’t be serious. How about all this?” She points back to the elevators, then to the large open living room with the large sixty-five-inch screen on the wall above the electric fireplace.

  “At least you haven’t wrinkled up your nose at it. I take it it’s not bad.”

  “Haha, I’m not that bad. Am I?” She has a sound of doubt in her words.

  “Not at all, but it still doesn’t look that terrible, right? Because if so, it’s totally my sister and Mom’s fault, I let them do whatever they wanted while I was away when I first got the place four years ago. I haven’t bothered changing anything.”

  “No, they actually did a great job pairing things together. The mix of black, gray, and white is very masculine, and it blends into the kitchen,” she says, as we start to walk forward.

  The main living space is a giant square, the kitchen and dining area are set off to the left of the room, kitchen first then dining right behind it, which leaves the living room the entire length of the right side.

  “I’m about to drain the pasta then we can eat.”

  “What can I do to help?”

  “Nothing, you are my guest. Look around if you want.”

  “I’d rather stay right here with you, if that’s okay?”

  “I’d like nothing more, but I want you to sit and relax.” I pull out a barstool at the island and she sits near me.

  “It smells good. Your sister told me you like to cook.”

  “Oh, did she now. What else did she say?”

  “Are you worried?” she giggles out.

  “Not really. There’s not much to tell.” I’m not kidding either. I had my share of one-night stands and there were others she knew nothing about, but for the most part, my focus was strictly on becoming a captain and making my dad proud.

  “Well, if there’s something I want to know I’ll just ask, okay?

  “Absolutely.”

  I plate our food up—chicken alfredo—then cut up the garlic bread and put it in a basket. She grabs our wine glasses and the rest of the bottle while I take our plates and bread in.

  Dinner conversation flows so easily that it seems like we’ve been together forever. After we playfully wash dishes side by side, and clean up the rest of the kitchen, it is time to get lost in each other.

  “Want to join me on the balcony for a little bit?”

  “I’d love to.”

  Taking her hand, I lead her to the sliding glass door. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, her back to my front.

  “I’m so glad you agreed to come here instead of going out.”

  “Honestly, I didn’t care where we went as long as we were together. I couldn’t wait to spend time with you.”

  “The feeling is mutual.”

  We stay in the same position for several minutes, when she pulls my arms tighter around her. I lean down, kissing her bare neck; I can’t help myself. Her hair is up on the top of her head and her off-the-shoulder, loose-fitting beige sweater looks extremely sexy on her. She paired it with white leggings, which hug every inch of her perfectly.

  What starts out as a simple kiss on her bare skin, turns into a full-on attack from her neck to her exposed shoulder. Her little moans drive me crazy; I want her so badly.

  “Can you do me a favor?”

  “Anything, Sweet Pea.”

  “Can you please go to that intercom in your kitchen and tell the doorman you don’t want to be disturbed for the entire night? Unless the building is burning down, then he can call or hell even come up. Other than that, I don’t want to hear him, a knock at the door, a cell phone ring, or anything else that could interrupt us.” She lets out a nervous laugh.

  “I love the way you think.”

  I do just what she requests before we move to the couch. I sit down and she straddles me instantly. There’s no hiding how my body reacts to her being close, I’m hard almost to the point of painful again. I need no distractions so I can cherish her mind, body, and soul.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Maci

  I have a nice surprise coming his way…it’s something I’ve never done before, but it only seems fitting for tonight. His hands roam over my covered ass, while mine are ready to take his shirt off. God, he looks so sexy in his jeans, white T-shirt, and bare feet. When I walked in two hours ago and saw him, I almost couldn’t contain myself.

  Grinding against him earns me a growl.

  “Fuck this.” He picks me up and starts walking to his bedroom, I assume. I’m right as we enter a large room at the end of the long hallway. He doesn’t turn the lights on when we walk in, the three large windows, which almost take up the entire back wall, allow for the right amount of glow from the moon to brighten the room perfectly.

  He lays me down gently on the bed, with my legs still wrapped around his waist. He looks down at me and I’m in awe of this beautiful man. I can tell he’s teetering on the edge of losing control, just like me, but he’s doing his best to go slow. Little does he know I’m okay with going at top speed right now, I want him that much. But slow and steady wins the race…right?

  One of his hands stays under my ass, keeping me at the right angle so my pussy stays in front of his cock. He moves his other one to his shirt, and with one pull it’s over his head and on the floor.

  “Oh my God, Reed, you are stunning.” My mouth instantly begins to water. I try to adjust myself so I can lean back on my elbows but that’s quickly put to a halt.

  “Not a shot in hell, Sweet Pea, stay where you are.” He gives me a sexy smile.

  “Okay.” I return his facial expression.

  He slips his hands under my sweater until it’s off me, revealing my beige lace-up strapless bra. It’s satin until just over my nipples, then ribbons lace up the front connecting one side to the other, pulling my girls together perfectly.

  “Holy fuck, Maci. You are sexy as hell.”

  “You aren’t so bad yourself there, stud.”

  The V on display in front of me has me wanting to lick it. His jeans sit perfectly low, enough to give me an excellent view of his six-pack and sex lines. It has me biting my bottom lip to hold me in place, otherwise I’ll try and lean up again to taste his skin.

  He pulls at one string causing my bra to loosen up. He slips just one finger under each crisscross until it falls open, leaving me on display. Dragging the tip of one finger over each breast has my nipples hardening and the rest of my body covered in goose bumps. He removes his hands from me, replacing them with his mouth, showing attention to one breast then the other. His tongue circles around each tip and I’m a goner.

  “Please, Reed,” I say, arching my back off the bed.

  “Please what, Sweet Pea?”

  “Good God, I want you.” Yes, it might have come out like I’m begging, but I don’t care at this point.

  “Does my girl have no patience?”

  “No, I lost that when
I met you.”

  “Well, you’ve tried my patience as well, so I guess we’re even.”

  Hooking the sides of my leggings with his fingers, he starts to drag them downward. “Commando?”

  “Someone keeps taking my underwear, so I thought it was safer to not even wear them.” I smirk at him, as I still haven’t seen my neon green thong from that day in his office.

  He smiles down at me. “Guilty as charged.”

  My leggings are fully removed, leaving me completely exposed to him.

  “Breathtaking,” he says in a hushed tone.

  His eyes rake over my entire body and without even a touch, I heat up. Sparks are flying between us and I swear you can hear the electricity snapping.

  Sliding backward, he follows me, after removing his jeans and boxer briefs. We are lost in our embrace for several minutes before he covers himself with a condom and we are joined together tightly.

  I wasn’t sure if he’d completely fit, if I’m being honest. I’m shocked at what he’s been hiding behind his zipper. He’s a very gifted guy and now I am too.

  “Oh, my God, Reed.”

  “I know, Sweet Pea, why the hell did we wait this long to do this?” he asks as his hips circle.

  As our bodies slap together in unison, our mouths also can’t stop tasting each other. It’s like we are starving for the taste of one another; I don’t think we realized how bad we both wanted this, until we were entangled together.

  He flips us over and now I’m sitting on him in the cowgirl position, the depth of him in me sends me close to the edge. Holy Shit!

  Holding me in the creases of my thighs, his fingers dig into me. He slips his right thumb in between us and rubs my clit, slow then fast, then slow again.

  “Reed, please.”

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Oh, my God!” I moan out.

  “You want to come, Sweet Pea?” he growls out.

  “Yes!”

  His thumb continues his assault on my body. The heat between us is something I’ve never experienced before in my life. I feel like I can’t get close enough to him, we are connecting in more ways than just our bodies. He has all of me; my heart has completely fallen for this guy.

  Once again, he changes things up by joining me in the sitting position. Our bare chests press together as he holds me tightly, giving me the security I crave during intimacy. His tender touch as his fingertips glide down my spine drives me even crazier than before. His mouth is on anything within reach, and I’m about ready to explode. He tugs my nipple between his teeth and I’m a goner…right over the edge of sweet bliss. My body starts pulsating as I feel him follow right behind me. His hot liquid spills into me, filling not only my body but my soul.

  We sit holding each other tightly, I wasn’t expecting to feel this way so quickly and after only one night together. But after what we just experienced, my heart is now fully invested.

  “I never want you to lose that look.”

  “What look?” I’m confused.

  “The look when I make you come. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. And I want to be the only one that puts it there.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah, what do you say, Sweet Pea…you want to make this official?”

  “Considering we’re still connected,” I say looking down, “I’d say we’re as official as one couple can be,” I giggle out. “But to answer your question, yes, I would love it.”

  I place a tender kiss to his lips before we separate. The feeling of losing something so intimate is immediate and I already miss him. He walks back in from the bathroom, naked as the day he was born, and I can’t help but to relish in the fact that…that’s mine, all mine.

  “Stop staring at me like that, Sweet Pea, or I’ll dive in for round two already.”

  “Now there’s a thought.”

  “Stay with me tonight?” he asks, after he swipes his tongue across my bottom lip.

  “There’s no place I’d rather be.”

  After we both clean up, he dresses in a new pair of boxer briefs and me in one of his T-shirts, we climb into his bed. I curl into him as he pulls me closer. It’s where I’m meant to be, I just feel it.

  We talk until we both fall asleep, then we wake up in the middle of the night and start our attack of each other’s bodies all over again. We pass out exhausted after our second go-round of lovemaking. And it was lovemaking too, Reed took his time getting very familiar with my body, every inch of it, like he promised a while back.

  Now in the shower together, his hands are holding mine on the water-covered glass wall as he stands behind me. The water falls between us, adding to the sound of our bodies hitting together.

  “Fuck, Maci,” he gets out as we finish at the exact same time.

  “That was…” I can’t even finish the sentence.

  “I know, beautiful. I feel the same way.”

  Does he really? Will I scare him away if I tell him how I really feel?

  * * *

  It’s been over a year and I’ve fallen in love with this man sitting to my left. He insisted I move in with him after the holidays last year. We had been dating for about six months when he asked, and I couldn’t say no; I was practically sleeping there every night anyway.

  We just got back from another charter season, but this time I had gone as his girlfriend and not as an employee. Being gone from the office for six weeks was hard but doable. I actually got a lot of work done while we were away. Thank goodness for cell phones, Skype meetings, and my secretary, Megan. I’d be lost without her.

  We are waiting at the airport for our flight to Florida. Reed wants me to see the offices there and the boats too. I’ve only remodeled one yacht in New Jersey so far, but he and his sister were really pleased with the way it turned out. It took longer than I thought it would, mainly because of the dates I could get the material in, but once I got everything in, it came together beautifully.

  “I can’t wait to get down there. I’m ready for some sunshine and heat.”

  “I agree, babe, the temperature is cold here, but I’m pretty sure there is definitely heat here too.” He looks over at me, wiggling his eyebrows up and down, while smiling. Shaking my head, I can’t help but laugh at his expression.

  We are chatting back and forth, not even paying attention when our pilot walks by. He steps up to the podium where the stewardesses are standing, speaks with them briefly then takes one glance around.

  “Hey, isn’t that the pilot from our charter?”

  I barely finished the sentence when he walks over to us.

  “Reed Nichols, fancy meeting you here.”

  We stand up so they can exchange a handshake.

  “I should be saying the same thing to you.”

  “I had a four-day layover in New York and they called last night asking me to pick up this flight, to cover for a pilot who had to leave for a family emergency. So, any chance I can make it home to see the family, even if it’s only for a night or two, I jump on it.”

  “I’m sure.”

  “So, what brings you to head to Miami?”

  “You remember Maci?”

  “How could I forget? I think my wife talked about you for days after we returned. She just thought you were the kindest person she’d ever met, plus she was trying to get me to play matchmaker from miles away. She’ll be happy to know about this,” he says, waving his finger between us.

  Reed smiles over at me, replying, “She is something special.”

  “Hello,” I say blushing.

  “We are actually spending a couple days in Miami so Maci can look over the boats. She’s been hired to redecorate them all.”

  “No longer on the boats serving guests, but still finding a way to make sure their experience is amazing, I see.”

  “Yes, it’s what I love to do.”

  “And she’s incredible at it. You should see the boat you all were on; she did a complete transformation on it.”

  “I
guess I’ll have to book another trip soon to check that out. But for now, I better get on the plane, I have to do the pre-boarding checklist before you all can come on board, and I have a feeling all these passengers would love me to get to work.” We all say our goodbyes before he walks away.

  The flight is smooth all the way to Florida. Tripp tends to sing to the passengers. It’s the craziest thing but they seem to enjoy it. We are sitting in first class, when he comes on the overhead speakers saying, “This one goes out to my friends flying with us today.” Then he started singing, “She Loves You,” by the Beatles.

  “I do too.” He leans over, peppering my lips with tiny kisses.

  I hug his arm even more than I already am, as we sit waiting for the doors to open up.

  “I know you do.”

  He was the first to say I love you, two months after making it official. Since then, neither of us can stop saying it to each other; every chance we get, we make sure the other one knows it.

  Tripp opens the cockpit door, standing in front of us.

  “What do you guys say to coming to our place for a good meal?” The remembrance of them all being on the boat has me smiling.

  “Sounds good to me, okay with you, honey?”

  “Yes, I’d love to see Kendall again.”

  “Good, because when I called her before we took off, she pretty much threatened me that if I didn’t get you both to come for dinner, I’d be sleeping on the couch. How does tomorrow at five sound?”

  “Perfect, text me your address.”

  The door is dropped down, giving us the green light to walk off.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Reed