me it was….”
“Erotic?”
“Uhm… yes, I mean, no. No, they didn’t tell me. I knew it was a singles cruise.”
“That’s true. Anything goes on the Lothario . Rape and violence of any kind are not permitted, but consensual sexual play of all persuasions is permitted, encouraged,” Richard supplied. “The ship is designed to stimulate and facilitate sexual exploration and expression.”
At a loss for words, she sipped her water. Certain her friends knew more than they’d told her, she silently vowed to get even with them as soon as possible. When the glass left her lips, it was replaced by a warm niblet of food. Ryan pressed the morsel against her lips until they parted, allowing his fingers into the warmth of her mouth. She closed her mouth around the flavorful ball. Ryan drew his fingers out, lingering to trace along the fullness of her bottom lip.
“You should eat,” he said. “The Lothario is best seen on a full stomach.”
Richard laughed. “I’ll leave Candace in your capable hands, Monk.” Richard moved to the door to greet another female guest.
She swallowed the last of the hors d’oeuvres and asked, “Monk? I thought your name was Ryan.”
“It is. Monk is a nickname, one I’m not fond of.” He frowned at the Cruise Director’s retreating back.
“You and Richard are friends?”
“Yes. We’ve known each other for about ten years.”
“Do you come on these cruises often?”
“I’ve been on a few, but I usually stay behind the scenes to help Richard out. This time I’m an ordinary passenger, here for a good time.”
“Oh,” she said, once again trying to extricate her hand. With one hand wrapped around a water glass and the other held fast in his grip she felt trapped. “Please? May I have my hand back?”
Ryan glanced down. His eyes widened in surprise. He placed her hand palm down on her bare thigh. For a moment, he covered it with his before he let her go. “I’m sorry. Your hand felt so natural in mine I forgot I was holding it.”
As far as pick-up lines went it was more creative than many she’d heard, and given that he’d held her hand for a good ten minutes and she’d forgotten where her hand ended and his began, she decided not to comment.
“Your friends talked you into coming? Why didn’t they come with you?”
Good question. She tamped down her annoyance with her arguably well-meaning friends. “It was a spur of the moment thing. They thought I needed to get away, and the timing was right, and, well, here I am.” There was much more to her situation than that, but Candace still had a hard time talking about the last few weeks, the humiliation of being left at the altar had sent her into a tailspin. Having her fiancé tell her he could have a more satisfying sex life with a blow-up doll had left her dazed and confused, and her self-confidence shattered.
“I know we just met, but since we’re both unattached, I’d be honored to be your escort for the duration. Let me show you the Lothario .”
Candace was both thrilled and frightened by his offer. No one as handsome as Ryan had ever given her the time of day, much less offered to be her escort on a weeklong erotic cruise. Denying her attraction to the man would be stupid. He made her want things she couldn’t name and all he’d done was hold her hand and say a few kind words to her. She’d never felt like this with Allen, not even in the beginning.
His hand moved to cover hers where it still rested on her bare thigh. “Come with me on the cruise of a lifetime. I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
She’d turned to look into his eyes as he spoke and saw a mix of sincerity and arousal. She believed him. Maybe she could spend a week with this man. So what if he was a pirate and he meant to loot her? Would giving herself to him be all that bad? She’d tried sex with someone she’d loved and it had been less than satisfying, and apparently worse than that for him. Of
“Erotic?”
“Uhm… yes, I mean, no. No, they didn’t tell me. I knew it was a singles cruise.”
“That’s true. Anything goes on the Lothario . Rape and violence of any kind are not permitted, but consensual sexual play of all persuasions is permitted, encouraged,” Richard supplied. “The ship is designed to stimulate and facilitate sexual exploration and expression.”
At a loss for words, she sipped her water. Certain her friends knew more than they’d told her, she silently vowed to get even with them as soon as possible. When the glass left her lips, it was replaced by a warm niblet of food. Ryan pressed the morsel against her lips until they parted, allowing his fingers into the warmth of her mouth. She closed her mouth around the flavorful ball. Ryan drew his fingers out, lingering to trace along the fullness of her bottom lip.
“You should eat,” he said. “The Lothario is best seen on a full stomach.”
Richard laughed. “I’ll leave Candace in your capable hands, Monk.” Richard moved to the door to greet another female guest.
She swallowed the last of the hors d’oeuvres and asked, “Monk? I thought your name was Ryan.”
“It is. Monk is a nickname, one I’m not fond of.” He frowned at the Cruise Director’s retreating back.
“You and Richard are friends?”
“Yes. We’ve known each other for about ten years.”
“Do you come on these cruises often?”
“I’ve been on a few, but I usually stay behind the scenes to help Richard out. This time I’m an ordinary passenger, here for a good time.”
“Oh,” she said, once again trying to extricate her hand. With one hand wrapped around a water glass and the other held fast in his grip she felt trapped. “Please? May I have my hand back?”
Ryan glanced down. His eyes widened in surprise. He placed her hand palm down on her bare thigh. For a moment, he covered it with his before he let her go. “I’m sorry. Your hand felt so natural in mine I forgot I was holding it.”
As far as pick-up lines went it was more creative than many she’d heard, and given that he’d held her hand for a good ten minutes and she’d forgotten where her hand ended and his began, she decided not to comment.
“Your friends talked you into coming? Why didn’t they come with you?”
Good question. She tamped down her annoyance with her arguably well-meaning friends. “It was a spur of the moment thing. They thought I needed to get away, and the timing was right, and, well, here I am.” There was much more to her situation than that, but Candace still had a hard time talking about the last few weeks, the humiliation of being left at the altar had sent her into a tailspin. Having her fiancé tell her he could have a more satisfying sex life with a blow-up doll had left her dazed and confused, and her self-confidence shattered.
“I know we just met, but since we’re both unattached, I’d be honored to be your escort for the duration. Let me show you the Lothario .”
Candace was both thrilled and frightened by his offer. No one as handsome as Ryan had ever given her the time of day, much less offered to be her escort on a weeklong erotic cruise. Denying her attraction to the man would be stupid. He made her want things she couldn’t name and all he’d done was hold her hand and say a few kind words to her. She’d never felt like this with Allen, not even in the beginning.
His hand moved to cover hers where it still rested on her bare thigh. “Come with me on the cruise of a lifetime. I promise we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
She’d turned to look into his eyes as he spoke and saw a mix of sincerity and arousal. She believed him. Maybe she could spend a week with this man. So what if he was a pirate and he meant to loot her? Would giving herself to him be all that bad? She’d tried sex with someone she’d loved and it had been less than satisfying, and apparently worse than that for him. Of
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