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With a gasping wheeze, Maggie broke through the water, clutching Drew’s shoulders to remain above the churning bubbles while she coughed. Dang, choking on water was bad enough, but if she lost her lunch, the mood would definitely take a downward swing.

“Maggie? Are you okay?” Drew’s concerned voice echoed within his chest against her ear. “Can I get you anything?”

How about another good tongue lashing followed by a heart-tripping orgasm? Of course, she’d been brought up not to say things like that, so she settled for “Huh?” Okay, sparkling repartee it was not, but her brain cells were waterlogged.

He held her away from his sexy heat and bent to look in her eyes. “I said are you okay?” He kept steadying hands on her shoulders until her feet were under her. “Look, about what just happened. I don’t normally do stuff like that, and, well, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t do something—”

“Do something? Like what?” Had he read her mind?

“Like report me. This is my last season, and I’d hate to be fired. I—”

Wait. This could work. He thinks I have the power to get him fired. Okay, Karyl, you wanted me to walk on the wild side. Let’s go for it! “Well, I should hope you don’t go around stripping unsuspecting women—”

“I don’t!” His eyes begged her understanding. “Really, I don’t. In fact, I’ve never even had any sort of personal contact with a passenger in the last five years.”

“Well, Drew, baby, that’s about to change.” She stepped closer, determined to prove her moxy. “Because I plan to be very up close and personal with you.” She trailed the tip of her finger from his chest to navel and then lower, below the water, to find him hard.

Loosely fisting her hand around his arousal, she dragged it down his length and back a couple of times. His indrawn breath had her biting back a smile. The cruise was one of her best ideas to date. She stretched her fingers beyond his base and stroked his testicles as she leaned close to whisper, “Do you want to…you know?”

In response, he bucked his hips, his hardness sliding in and out of her hand.

“Do you like this?” Emboldened, she straddled his rigid length and let her aching folds take up where her hand left off.

He growled in response.

Excitement had her all but dancing on the tub floor. Control was a powerful aphrodisiac. “Would you consider being my sex slave in exchange for my silence?”

He went still, and for a moment she worried she’d pushed too hard, gone too far too fast.

He bent to stare into her eyes. A slow smile lighted his face. “Your wish is my command,” he replied in a husky whisper.

The heat in his gaze told her she was playing with matches, but she realized she was willing to burn in the sexual fire they ignited.

She backed against the tub. Best to cool things a bit or risk spontaneous combustion. “Then let’s play…um, sexy housecleaning. Have you ever played that?” He shook his head. Neither had she, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make things up as she went along.

Hopping out of the grotto, she reached for a towel and motioned him to stand before her. When he’d complied, she knelt at his feet and began to lick and dry every drop of moisture from his knees upward, paying special attention to the jutting part begging for her attention.

Other than his breathing and monster erection, he appeared to be unaffected. She, on the other hand, was all but foaming at the mouth for him to reciprocate.

Drew stood practically vibrating with pent-up sexual frustration. Hands clenched at his sides, he watched the rise and fall of Maggie’s pert breasts in a vain effort to not look at her hungry little mouth practically devouring his cock. Just as he thought he could stand no more, she stopped and sat back on her heels.

The view made his dick twitch.

Her moist lips curled into a smile. “First rule is you have to talk dirty to me.” She glanced up through her lashes. “It turns me on.”

Feeling pretty turned on himself at the moment, he said, “No problem. What do you want me to say?”

“Anything you want.” She stood, dragging her hand up his body, threatening to make him burst into flames.

He pulled her into his arms and held tight, allowing her to feel his heat, his need.

And that’s exactly what it was, he realized. A need. A primal, aching need. For her. And if it meant his job, so be it. If he got fired, it was going to be for a damn good reason.

He took nibbling kisses up her neck, reveling in the taste and smell of her.

“In that case,” he said against the shell of her ear, “I want to fuck your brains out.”

She giggled, her breasts shimmying against his chest, setting off tremors deep within. “Sounds like a plan, but first…you have to do your chores.”

“Chores? You mean like bathe you? Give you a thorough massage? Or something more…interesting?” He took a fortifying breath. Dirty she wanted, dirty she’d get. “Like suck your tits till you scream, and eat your pussy?”

Her smile had him so damned near to coming, he had to tamp down his excitement.

“Oh, you’ll earn the opportunity to do all those things…and more.”

She picked up a few of the gray washcloths and dipped them in the water and then wrung them out. The action caused her tits to jiggle.

Sexual housecleaning. He could definitely get into that.

He cleared his throat. “Okay. What do I need to do first?”

She pointed to a big elephant ear. “Wash the dust off, and your reward will be on the other side.”

Less than three minutes later, the leaf was shining. He eagerly pushed it aside and saw her.

Perched on a rock, she’d drawn little hearts around each of her raspberry-colored nipples with some kind of goo.

“Good job!” She shot a sultry look and cupped her bare breasts, offering them up to him. “You deserve a snack.”

The sight had him salivating…until she coughed and he looked up at her face.