Piper released the docking line from its cleat on the back of the cruiser yacht.
“Last line’s cast off, Jack,” she called over her shoulder. He hollered back in response,
and she took one last look at the pretty shoreline of Catalina Island. In stressful times,
there were certain places one could visit in one’s imagination, special memories that
brought peace or a wistful smile to one’s face when the sights, smells, and tastes were
recalled. Catalina would forever be such a place for her, wherever her road in life with
Jack took her.
She turned around and walked through the semishade of the deck lounge to the
helm where Jack stood and checked their bearings. A pleasant warmth spread inside her
at the sight of his impressive muscular frame beneath the outline of his loose white shirt.
She rubbed a little hand sanitizer into her palms as he reversed out of the dock. He
glanced at her, and she kissed his cheek. “Greatest holiday ever. Thank you for
kidnapping me. Now, back to reality.”
Jack’s thick brown hair lifted with the light breeze as he turned the boat. “Bah.
Reality’s overrated. I did a sweep of the entire yacht, every nook and cranny. I’m pleased
to report no runaway convicts or stowaways aboard.”
“Thank God. Though I have to admit, Diego did give the trip a lot more
excitement than it would have had without him.”
“Oh, come on. Is sex with me really that bad?”
She shook her head and grinned. “Yes. Anyway, we’ll have to send him a cupcake
in prison when we get back.”
“As long as it doesn’t have a nail file in it.” He winked. “I love it when you wear
your curls loose, by the way. It looks nice.”
She rewarded him with a radiant smile. He’d made it his mission to please her in
every possible way since they’d come to Catalina, and it left her feeling pampered and
relaxed. “Thank you. I like the open-throated pirate look on you.”
“I wonder why.”
“No idea.” She slid her palm over the warm flesh of his broad chest.
He kept his gaze on the ocean but rubbed the tops of her fingers with his free hand.
“The waves are calm today. I didn’t expect that. Ready for your New Year’s
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. I’ve watched the ball drop on TV, but I’ve never
taken part in a countdown before. We’ll broadcast intermittently, but it’s still pretty
exciting. You’ll come to the company get-together before my segment, right?”
“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it. You’ll do great, Piper.”
She made a face. “We’ll see. I’ll do better with you there, even if it’s off to the
side. After how blissful it’s been the last couple days, I don’t want to separate and go
back to the real world just yet.”
He met her eyes. “Who says we have to?”
She kissed him and cupped his jaw with her palm. It was remarkable how a love
you didn’t know was absent from your life could enter and take it over so completely and
in the best of ways. She drew back. “You gonna let me steer again? I promise not to
The corner of his mouth tilted up, and he reached over to a peg near the helm and
took down his white captain’s hat. He fitted it onto her head and gave her a little salute.
“Ship’s all yours, Cap’n.”
He stepped aside, and she took the wheel.
“Very good, Mr. Spencer. How does the hat look?”
“It looks yare.”
She laughed. “Now there’s a word I haven’t heard in a long time. Isn’t it from that
old Katherine Hepburn movie? I didn’t think people still said it.”
His finger stroked down the length of her arm as she steered, and a sweet tingle
spread through her body at the featherlight touch.
“My dad was old-school, and he liked to turn a good phrase or two. I’m serious. I
like the cap on you. I’d love to see what you look like in it and nothing else.”
Her pussy tightened at the raw need in his gaze, and she grew wet. “Be careful
what you wish for, Captain Spencer. You just might get it. Take over the wheel for a
second. I need some water. Are you thirsty? Can I get you a glass?”
He took the wheel from her, and his eyes gleamed with lust. “Yeah.”
She skimmed her fingers along his and rounded the corner to the kitchenette area.
She poured a glass of water from a gallon container and toyed with a wicked idea. Over
the past few days, she’d learned she could be as playful as she wanted with Jack, and he
responded precisely how she needed him to. She looked down and tugged at her nipples,
the mental image he’d painted just a moment ago fresh in her mind.
She bit her lip and set the water down as her pussy throbbed. She ran her hand
between her legs to soothe the ache. She shed her shirt and the rest of her clothes and left
them in a pile on the wooden floor. Her body had grown attuned to his, and she needed
They’d made love once this morning when they awoke, but they were alone out
here on the open sea. Her time in Catalina with Jack had taught her that if she asserted
herself and showed him what she wanted, he gave it back to her tenfold. And right now,
she was ready for it.
She fixed the brim of Jack’s captain’s hat over her brow, picked up the glass of
water, and sashayed toward the helm. She cleared her throat. “Would you like your water
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