boarded?”
“Absolutely. I’ve been sitting out here for a while now. Can’t sleep.”
Would she be out there taking pictures? No, that didn’t make sense. “Well, you ought to,” he said, working the raft around. “You have to dive tomorrow morning.”
“I know. I was just on my way to my cabin when I heard the motor.”
“I’ll check out the rest of the perimeter of the boat,” he said, sounding brave, and actually feeling that way now.
“All right. G’night.” She disappeared into the shadows of the deck, and he took a few more minutes to circle the whole boat again.
By the time he tied up the raft to his cabin cruiser, he was wide awake and ready for sex. Feeling heroic, strong, and ready for another round, he bounded back to the stateroom, hard for Alita.
She must have liked his heroics since she barely asked any questions, fucked him for a good half hour, then dressed and left, a happy little camper.
Life was good, and he’d soon be a couple hundred grand richer. Screwing Judd the Dud had become his favorite pastime.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CON HOISTED HIMSELF up over the dive platform, not even shivering, although he had to be freezing without a wet suit, even that short distance. Lizzie stepped out of the shadows, searching to see if he had anything in his hands. If he managed to find that medallion, then she was certain she’d picked the right man for the job.
“Did you get it?” she asked, slipping down to the dive platform.
He lifted his hand.
Oh, yes. The absolute right man. She wanted to reach for the medallion, but she couldn’t resist getting closer to him, feeling the waves of cold from his skin, and flattening her hands on his bare chest. She knew how much that kind of cold hurt, but he didn’t seem fazed, except to let out a soft grunt when her hands made contact.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said, moving her back into the darkest part of the deck and toward the stairs. “My cabin. Now.”
She kept up with his long strides back to his cabin, him dripping water from his bathing suit and body, but still not giving in to what she knew had to be the urge to just shudder with the bone-deep chill of swimming in the ocean on a November night. He unlocked the hatch and nudged her in without a word.
“Let me see-”
He yanked her right into his chest, pulling out a shocked breath from her, his flesh cold even through the thickness of her fleece sweatshirt.
“God, you’re warm.” He nearly moaned the words, squeezing her tighter.
She understood instantly and obliged by wrapping her arms around him, rubbing her hands over the hard muscles of his back. She’d dived without a wet suit before, and human contact was like heaven to the whole body.
“Why don’t you take a hot shower?” she suggested.
He just shook his head and pressed himself against her from head to toe. “This is much better. You’re like a human heating pad.”
He punctuated that with a little more pressure on her legs and hips, riding her enough to dry his skin on her clothes. She curled one of her legs around his, using the warm cotton of her sweatpants to dry and warm his thigh and calf.
He sighed again, sliding one more time as if he could wipe his whole body with her warmth.
“You better let me have that damn medallion since you are totally taking advantage of this situation,” she teased.
He backed up just enough to reveal his open palm. And the gold.
“Oh.” She let out the word in a little breath of air. “I told you Flynn was the thief.”
“You were right. He’s a thief and more.”
Her eyes bugged. “He had more treasure in there?”
“Depends on how you define treasure. This piece wasn’t worth much, in my opinion.” At her look, he lifted a brow. “Did you know he was sleeping with Alita?”
“Alita? Did she see you?”
“No, she stayed in the stateroom and this was in the salon. Not very creatively hidden, either.”
“Alita.” She shook her head. “I never picked up that
“Absolutely. I’ve been sitting out here for a while now. Can’t sleep.”
Would she be out there taking pictures? No, that didn’t make sense. “Well, you ought to,” he said, working the raft around. “You have to dive tomorrow morning.”
“I know. I was just on my way to my cabin when I heard the motor.”
“I’ll check out the rest of the perimeter of the boat,” he said, sounding brave, and actually feeling that way now.
“All right. G’night.” She disappeared into the shadows of the deck, and he took a few more minutes to circle the whole boat again.
By the time he tied up the raft to his cabin cruiser, he was wide awake and ready for sex. Feeling heroic, strong, and ready for another round, he bounded back to the stateroom, hard for Alita.
She must have liked his heroics since she barely asked any questions, fucked him for a good half hour, then dressed and left, a happy little camper.
Life was good, and he’d soon be a couple hundred grand richer. Screwing Judd the Dud had become his favorite pastime.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CON HOISTED HIMSELF up over the dive platform, not even shivering, although he had to be freezing without a wet suit, even that short distance. Lizzie stepped out of the shadows, searching to see if he had anything in his hands. If he managed to find that medallion, then she was certain she’d picked the right man for the job.
“Did you get it?” she asked, slipping down to the dive platform.
He lifted his hand.
Oh, yes. The absolute right man. She wanted to reach for the medallion, but she couldn’t resist getting closer to him, feeling the waves of cold from his skin, and flattening her hands on his bare chest. She knew how much that kind of cold hurt, but he didn’t seem fazed, except to let out a soft grunt when her hands made contact.
“Come on, let’s go,” he said, moving her back into the darkest part of the deck and toward the stairs. “My cabin. Now.”
She kept up with his long strides back to his cabin, him dripping water from his bathing suit and body, but still not giving in to what she knew had to be the urge to just shudder with the bone-deep chill of swimming in the ocean on a November night. He unlocked the hatch and nudged her in without a word.
“Let me see-”
He yanked her right into his chest, pulling out a shocked breath from her, his flesh cold even through the thickness of her fleece sweatshirt.
“God, you’re warm.” He nearly moaned the words, squeezing her tighter.
She understood instantly and obliged by wrapping her arms around him, rubbing her hands over the hard muscles of his back. She’d dived without a wet suit before, and human contact was like heaven to the whole body.
“Why don’t you take a hot shower?” she suggested.
He just shook his head and pressed himself against her from head to toe. “This is much better. You’re like a human heating pad.”
He punctuated that with a little more pressure on her legs and hips, riding her enough to dry his skin on her clothes. She curled one of her legs around his, using the warm cotton of her sweatpants to dry and warm his thigh and calf.
He sighed again, sliding one more time as if he could wipe his whole body with her warmth.
“You better let me have that damn medallion since you are totally taking advantage of this situation,” she teased.
He backed up just enough to reveal his open palm. And the gold.
“Oh.” She let out the word in a little breath of air. “I told you Flynn was the thief.”
“You were right. He’s a thief and more.”
Her eyes bugged. “He had more treasure in there?”
“Depends on how you define treasure. This piece wasn’t worth much, in my opinion.” At her look, he lifted a brow. “Did you know he was sleeping with Alita?”
“Alita? Did she see you?”
“No, she stayed in the stateroom and this was in the salon. Not very creatively hidden, either.”
“Alita.” She shook her head. “I never picked up that
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