I put my forehead into the palm of my hand.
“I’m going to have to move to Mexico and take up basket weaving,” I moaned.
“Nah,” Car laughed. “This will go viral worldwide…maybe even to New Hampshire.”
I groaned.
“Have I told you in the last ten minutes how proud of you I am?”
I shook my head, more in frustration than in denial.
“This is more of a turn-on than anything else you’ve done.”
I looked up. “Really?”
Car nodded. “After lunch we can go back to the yacht and see if that’s true, if you want.”
I grinned. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
* * * *
We finished lunch post-haste and raced back to the yacht. I was glad we had the skiff. I don’t think I could have resisted any longer. We barely made it into the cabin before I had her clothes off. I wrapped my arms around her as we fell onto the bed. I was a maniac. I couldn’t get enough fast enough. In minutes, I had her writhing beneath me.
“Slow down,” she whispered, out of breath.