All the Pretty Poses (17 page)

I grin at the look of shocked desire on his
face. Maybe I really do like to play with fire.

Lightning fast, Reese reaches forward and
grabs my wrists, hauling me up and into his arms. He wraps them
around me, holding me close as he picks me up a few inches and then
drops me back down on his very noticeable erection.

“I wouldn’t wait too long. It could get
ugly.”

“Maybe I like ugly. Maybe that’s what I’m
into.”

Leaning forward, Reese licks a path from the
V of my shirt neck to my ear. “I’ll give you anything you want. As
often as you want it. Ugly, rough, the dirtiest things you can
think of. I’d do it all for you, baby. I’d come all over you and
then lick it off. On that sexy mouth, on those delectable nipples.
In that beautiful ass. So far up inside you, it wouldn’t come out
for days.”

Reese is slowly grinding my hips against his,
whispering naughty things in my ear, setting my insides on fire.
There’s friction in all the right places—body and mind—winding me
up tighter and tighter.

“Mmm, the things I’d do to you. The places
I’d put my fingers, the way I’d slide them in and out. Fast and
hard, then slow and easy.” The movement of his body under mine is
steadily increasing, making it harder and harder for me to hold
out. “The things I’d taste with my tongue. Damn, I can just imagine
how sweet and creamy you are, like vanilla. And what that tight
little body would feel like wrapped around my cock. Hot. Slick. If
I close my eyes I can imagine you sliding down over me right now.
So wet. Kennedy?” he whispers.

“Huh?” I moan, my entire being focused on the
place where he’s rubbing against me.

“I can feel those soaked panties through our
clothes. Because you’re close, aren’t you? So close. Maybe if I did
this,” he murmurs, reaching between us to scrub the backs of his
fingers over my sensitive center, stroking exactly where I need him
to, as though there is an X marked there that only he can see. “Let
me have it, Kennedy,” he whispers, his lips grazing my ear as he
speaks. “I wanna watch you come.”

With Reese’s eyes riveted on my face,
refusing to let me go as he pulses one knuckle against me, I feel
my body spiraling out of control. Over and over, he moves his hand
until…

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

My muscles squeeze and I swallow a gulp of
air, determined to hold back the sounds of my orgasm. I move
against him, unable to remain still any longer. My breath stops and
starts, stops and starts and I pant against his neck, my arms
gripping his broad shoulders as he rubs me through each wave. As I
make my way back down to earth, Reese slows his assault, massaging
me gently until my breathing returns to normal.

“That’s just a taste,” he murmurs, leaning in
to nuzzle my throat.

Oh my god, Reese just watched me have a
fully-clothed orgasm in the floor of a gym.

I can feel my face burst into flames and I
hide it in the curve of his shoulder. Reese leans back and reaches
up to cup my face. It’s hard to look him in the eye. “Don’t hide
that from me. Don’t ever hide that from me.”

In the sweetest of kisses, Reese covers my
lips with his own for a few, too-brief seconds before he wraps his
arms around me again and holds me against his chest.

After a few minutes, when my buttery bones
have started to solidify once more, Reese pulls back again. “Bet
Brian never gave you a work out like that before, did he?”

His eyes are sparkling with mischief and, yet
again, I have to hold back a smile.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

His eyes narrow and he smacks my butt. Hard.
“What was that? I’m
sure
I didn’t hear that right.”

I give him my most innocent smile. “Nothing.
I didn’t say a single thing.”

“That’s what I thought,” he says, kissing the
end of my nose. “How about some breakfast? I’m starving.”

“I just bet you are,” I tease, planting my
hands on his shoulders and standing, my legs only feeling slightly
wobbly. “Come on, let’s go feed the beast.”

“Oh you already are,” Reese says, reaching
for my hand as we make our way from the gym. “Trust me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN- Reese

As much as I would’ve liked to have a quiet,
intimate breakfast in my room with Kennedy, I figured there was no
reason to put myself through that. Her sassy little comments
coupled with the images I kept getting of her naked, showering in
the room right next door was more than enough to convince me to
bring her up on deck for breakfast. In public.

I smile just thinking about her reaction when
I escorted her back to the stateroom next to mine rather than her
tiny shared room in crew quarters. “I had Karesh bring your things
here.”

She looked at me with worried eyes. “I don’t
want the others to think that I’m—”

“I don’t care what the others think and
neither should you.
I
want you here.
I
want you close
to me. That’s all that matters. Everyone else can go to hell.”

She might’ve wanted to argue, but she didn’t,
especially when I opened the door to the stateroom and Karesh had
made the few other changes I’d asked him to make. Fresh flowers
were overflowing a crystal vase that he’d placed on the dresser.
Her cosmetics bag was sitting on the vanity. Her robe was draped
over the end of the bed, which had been made while we were gone.
The curtains over the balcony had been drawn back to display the
stunning view. And, most importantly, a tiny coffee table had been
placed out there, a private place from which she can sit and enjoy
the outdoors as much and as often as she’d like. As thrilled as
Karesh said she seemed about just having a window in her other
room, I figured a balcony would seal the deal.

And it did.

She turned bright eyes and a quietly beaming
smile on me. “Thank you. It’s beautiful here.”

“It doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

“I’m so tickled, I’m not even going to
comment on the quality of that line,” she quipped.

“I’m sure I’ll hear about it later.”

She laughed. “Probably.”

Now, I’m waiting for her to arrive at the big
table set on the upper deck. Once she realized we’d be having a
gourmet breakfast with my clients, she wanted a few extra minutes
to make herself “presentable.” So I honored her wishes, as hard as
it was to leave her there to get dressed all on her own.

We are just being served coffee, making small
talk, when Karesh finds me at the table. “Anything else I can get
for you, sir?”

“No. And the arrangements you made for
Kennedy were perfect. Thank you.”

He nods. “My pleasure, sir. I’m glad it
worked out.”

Jeremy Hobbs, an early-thirties IT guy who
made a killing off some malware he developed, speaks up before
Karesh can leave. “I think I’d like the beautiful red-head to join
me this morning. Will you send her up?”

Karesh glances quickly at me before nodding.
“Of course, sir. I’ll let her know.”

“Got tired of that one already, did you,
Spencer?” asks Nathan Todd, a young philanthropist that has a
few…risqué proclivities that he likes to keep on the down low. And
I, of course, can make that happen.

“Amber’s a beautiful woman,” I say, skirting
the question. Few clients take the same voyage on the same boat
with the same crew, but Nathan is one of those few. He was
interested in Amber the last time he was onboard, but
she
was only interested in entertaining me behind closed doors. And
that’s always a choice I leave to each crew member. They’re all
tested, as are my clients, in case they decide to take matters
further, but what happens during the cruise is always consensual,
never expected.

“Holy god, who ordered
her?”
Nathan
says, completely ignoring me as he looks over my shoulder. I turn
to see Kennedy walking toward us. She has this sexy, slinky walk
that I doubt she’s even aware of, but it’s hot as hell. Still not
as hot as her, though. If her walk is attractive, then she herself
is jaw-dropping.

Her eyes are practically glowing between her
dark lashes and her lips are stained just the right amount of pink.
They look like ripe peaches, begging to be tasted. Her hair is
piled on top of her head with a few pieces hanging loose, curled
and left to dangle to her bare shoulders. She’s wearing a straight,
white dress with straps that cross over the tops of her breasts and
tie behind her neck. A gold hoop in the center of her sternum gives
a teasing glimpse of her cleavage and I’d bet my left nut that
she’s not wearing a bra.

I hear the scuff of chair legs and I look
around to find every man at the table rising when she stops in
front of me. She looks around at each of them, nodding and smiling
in a blanket gesture before turning those translucent eyes on
me.

“Good morning,” she says as though we haven’t
spent most of it together already.

“Why don’t you come sit by me, princess?”
Eldon Crisp asks.

“Why would she want to sit with you, old
man?” Nathan asks. “She needs something a little more
exciting.”

“She’d be out of luck with you then,” Jeremy
says acerbically before turning to address Kennedy directly,
“Sweetheart, I promise I could make this the best month of your
life.”

“What the hell, Hobbs? You just asked to have
someone brought up!” Eldon gripes.

“I’d gladly trade for this one.”

I clear my throat, suppressing the sudden
urge to thump my chest and then beat the shit out of everyone at
the table. I have to remind myself that this is, after all, what
they’re here for. Only not with Kennedy, but they don’t know that.
“Gentlemen, this is Kennedy and she’s joining me for breakfast this
morning. And every other morning,” I add sharply, meaningfully.

I can only hope that they get the message
loud and clear because something tells me I could very easily get
violent over Kennedy. Normally, my clients can have anyone they’re
interested in as long as that person is interested as well. I’ve
never made someone off limits. Never cared enough to. But this time
is different. This
person
is different. I’d gladly offend
one or two or
all of them
if they so much as breathe in her
direction. Offend or tear limb from limb, either way.

Silence falls across the table as I scoot out
the empty chair beside me for Kennedy. She smiles up into my face
as she gracefully takes her seat. She sits primly on its edge as
coffee is poured for her and the first course of fresh tropical
fruit is served. As the morning wears on, she eats and chit-chats
with my clients as though she has lived her life on a yacht
surrounded by the wealthy, rather than roughing it as the hired
help on one.

As the dishes are being cleared for the main
course to be served, Amber arrives, looking very…voluptuous in a
tight, black sheath that hugs every curve and valley. She gives me
a brilliant smile, but it falters when she sees Kennedy beside
me.

I’m all too familiar with feminine cat fights
and how vicious the fairer sex can be toward one another. It’s for
that reason that my protective instincts surface and I give Amber a
warning look as she takes her seat beside the waiting Jeremy.

Much to my relief, she doesn’t bare her claws
and the men seem to behave themselves. No asses will have to be
kicked. Of course, the day is young.

When breakfast is over, everyone disperses,
either returning to their room or heading to the gym to work out as
we all await the readying of the upper deck. The ship’s male staff
shuffles out to begin breaking down the table and removing the
chairs from the raised dais on which we sat for our morning meal.
After that, they’ll dismantle the platform in order to reveal the
pool underneath, which will be enjoyed by all throughout the rest
of the day.

As they work, I lead Kennedy to the railing
along the bow of the ship, the place where I saw her standing the
night we left Marina del Ray. I tuck her between me and the
railing, pressing my chest into hers, loving the way she fits me so
perfectly, the way she sort of melts into me. I’m not even sure
she’s aware of it, but I sure as hell am.

“Mr. Spencer, please!” she exclaims softly
with mock outrage. “I’m your employee!” She glances over my
shoulder to make sure no one can see us. I don’t know who’s back
there, nor do I care. My attention is focused squarely on the
gorgeous female turning to butter against me.

“Fine, you can have the rest of the day off
then,” I say as I dip my head to rub my lips over hers.

“I didn’t work yesterday. Or the day before
that. Or—. ”

I silence her arguments by flicking my tongue
over the silky inside of her lower lip, my mouth watering at the
sweet taste of her.

“I didn’t say anything about this evening.
You’re getting paid to dance, so you’ll dance.”

She leans back to look at me, her eyes a
mixture of things I couldn’t begin to fathom. “I’m dancing?”

“You’re dancing. But until then, you’re
mine,” I tell her, spinning her in my arms to press her front into
the V of the railing. “All mine.”

I run my hand around her waist and up between
her heavy breasts to her throat, urging her head back toward me. I
lick her from her collarbone to the shell of her ear as I rub my
cock against the top curve of her ass.

“Wear something just for me today. Something
you know I’ll love. Will you do that for me?” I ask.

I can hear her accelerated breathing as I
drag my hand back down the valley of her cleavage, my wrist
skimming over the hard peak of one nipple. “Yes,” comes her breathy
reply.

“Just for me,” I repeat.

“Just for you.”

Reluctantly, I release her, backing away.
“Why don’t you get changed while I talk to Karesh about
arrangements for tonight?”

Kennedy turns to face me, her cheeks flushed,
her eyelids at half-mast. “You’re evil. You know that, right?”