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Red, her eyelids were all but swelled shut. The tender skin below her left eye had a distinct purple tinge.

He suspected he didn’t look much better.

His sympathetic nature chose that time to raise its ugly head and devour the flames of desire. What was he thinking? The woman was injured. Not to mention a guest on the cruise, not his personal sex toy.

He knelt before her, drawing tender circles around her breasts while his mouth salivated with the desire to lick the gel from her nipples.

“Darlin’, I’d like nothing better than to claim my reward. But…I think maybe you should see the ship’s doctor.” Before she could protest, he placed the tip of his finger on her pouting lips. “That was a pretty nasty fall you took earlier, and your cough doesn’t sound very good either.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted in a croaky voice. “It’s just an allergic reaction to all the dust. Once I get it all cleaned and my air cleaner does its thing, I’ll be okay.”

He leaned closer, noticing the increase in her breathing.

Just a quick taste, he promised, and then he’d see she got medical attention.

Bracing his arms on each side of her hips, he dipped his head and flicked the tip of his tongue over a distended nipple. It puckered prettily. Strawberry, he noted while bathing her hot skin with his tongue until he had licked and sucked all the sweet goo from her.

He rose to stand with her in his arms, feeling a slight buzz of a headache from the sweet concoction. Or maybe it was the hot babe in his arms causing the feeling of light-headedness.

Cautious steps took him to her bed, where he placed her on the butt-ugly camouflage sheets. He pulled the top sheet over her to resist temptation.

She reached for him. He stepped back but grasped her hand in both of his. He bent and brushed her lips, knowing he dared not deepen the kiss.

“Rest,” he said against her mouth. “I’m going to go check in and get some medicine. If you won’t see a doctor, will you at least let me take care of you?”

All the ways he’d like to take care of her sprang to mind—along with another part of his anatomy.

She sighed and closed her eyes with a nod. “Hurry back.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” He kissed her forehead and both eyelids. “You get some rest. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Stepping into his uniform, he checked the pager all BumbleBee personnel wore. Damn. Three. Two from the captain. Better see what he wanted first.

A quick glance back at Maggie confirmed she rested as he stepped into the hallway and secured her door.

By the time the door clicked behind Drew, Maggie was out of the bed and headed toward the bathroom.

Less than twenty minutes later, she lay where he left her, but with a few improvements. After washing out some lingerie and hanging them on the cute little butterfly clips from her goody bag, she’d showered and slathered flavored body lotion all over. Then reapplied her makeup, doing her best to disguise her impending black eye.

Next to her coconut bed, she’d set the stage. Flavored body frosting and assorted sex toys she’d discovered in the bag Karyl had handed her—demo items and more favors from Karyl’s Boudoir Buddy party—lined the edge of the bed within easy reach.

She coughed and wondered if she should have popped an allergy pill, immediately dismissing the idea. The pills made her sleepy, and she didn’t intend to miss a second of her first out-to-sea wild adventure.

The sheets, despite their garish design, felt soft and sensuous against her bare, lotion-slicked skin. The shape of the giant coconut held her in a cocoon of warmth. Her muscles began to relax.

Maybe she’d just rest while she waited for Drew to return.

She awoke aroused. Within a nanosecond she identified the source of the arousal.

Drew dragged a wedge of fresh pineapple up the inside of one leg and then the other, each time stopping before things got really interesting.

He climbed onto the bed beside her, his skin hot against hers, and continued his torture by pineapple, circling each breast, then lapping the juice before it could travel down her rib cage.

Outlining her mouth, he licked away the juice before settling his mouth on hers. He tasted sweet, the juice cool against her tongue.

Finally he broke the kiss and, the tip of his nose against hers, met her gaze with his incredible baby blues.

“Hi.” Pineapple-scented breath fanned her face.

She took the pineapple from him and touched it to the cleft in his chin, sucking the juice from the indention.

He growled but held her in place when she would have shimmied beneath him for a more intimate alignment. “I can’t stay long. The captain just about ripped me a new one for abandoning my post for so long this morning.”

Maggie ran her hand across the smooth expanse of his back, cupped his firm buttocks with her palms. “Then why are you naked?”

His sexy mouth curved into a sly smile. “Just wanted to see how observant you are—and to feel your hot body against mine, even for a little while. Need to have something to remember you by while I’m working.”

What to do? Her womb screamed its frustration. She’d wanted to have sex with Drew practically from the moment she’d seen him. For some reason, she knew if he left without her having him, she might never have the chance again.

“Then we need a little less talking and a lot more action,” she said with a smile as she neatly flipped him to his back and straddled him.

Beneath her wet sex, his erection throbbed, telling her he was not unaffected. His warm hands bracketed her waist but made no move to push her away. That was a good sign, wasn’t it?

Pushing her lips into an exaggerated pout, she said, “You disappoint me, Drew. Have you forgotten our deal so soon?” Her hand closed around the nearest party item. Sparing a quick glance, she hid her frown.

Maggie wasn’t exactly certain of her ability to use the flavored gel clutched in her fist. Putting it on her nipples hadn’t done all that much earlier. Maybe it would be more successful on Drew’s nipples. Did guys like that as much?

Only one way to find out.

The seductive smile felt stiff, but she leaned forward and swiped each flat button with the tip of her tongue. Pleased to see that her hand shook only a little—maybe Drew would think it was because she was so turned on—she carefully circled each pebbled tip with a thin band of purple gel.

Immediately the scent of grapes wafted to her. Yuck. She’d never been a fan of grape jelly.

Holding her breath, she lapped the area clean, pleased to hear his altered breathing.

“Maggie,” he said through clenched teeth, “I really can’t stay long enough to play right now. I need—aw, hell, I need you!” He looked around, a sort of desperate look on his face. “I didn’t bring anything. Do you have any?”

Before she could ask, “Any what?” understanding dawned.

With a smile—yes, she was finally going to have mutually satisfying sex!—she reached into Karyl’s bag of tricks and pulled out a string of multicolored condom packages.

Drew jerked them from her hand and ripped one open with his teeth. In less than the time it took to take a deep breath, he’d flipped her over and plunged into her.

Her eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, but her body was more than ready and willing to accommodate him.

“Next time,” he said on a grunt, “next time we’ll take it slow and easy.” He leaned down to take her nipple lightly between his teeth and gave a gentle tug.

She felt it womb deep. It set off tingling between her legs, causing her to gyrate against him in an almost desperate attempt at satisfaction.

Drew groaned and increased the tempo. “Oh, baby, that feels so—”

Maggie froze and tried to shove him off. “Don’t call me baby!” She squirmed far enough to sever their connection and pushed herself the rest of the way out from under him.

Now standing next to the bed, breath heaving with the exertion, her gaze took in the magnificent body sprawled on her bed, his iron-hard, impressive erection still sheathed in Day-Glo orange, and wondered if she’d overreacted a tad.

After all, it would be a waste not to use the condom. Especially after he went to all the trouble of opening it and putting it on. It might even be construed as rude.

But, dang, she hated to be called babe or baby. So much.

Drew started to sit up, and she realized she needed damage control, or yet another opportunity to complete the sex act would pass her by.

“It’s just…” She placed her palms on his warm shoulders and pushed him back on the sheet. “When you call me baby, it makes me feel, well, anonymous. Yes, that’s exactly it. Anonymous, an anonymous vagina, like any vagina will do.” She climbed up to straddle him again. “And that makes me sad. I want to be sure, beyond a doubt, that you know exactly whose vagina you’re in.” She smiled down at him. “Now, where were we before I so rudely interrupted?”

Drew smiled back at her, his teeth gleaming in the dimness of the room. “I was about to tell you, Maggie, how much I want to fuck you and how sorry I am it has to be a quickie.” He pulled her down for a lingering kiss and then palmed her breasts. “But,” he whispered, “I plan to come back tonight and make up for it.” He flicked the hardening tips of her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, causing her breath to hitch. “If that’s okay with you?”

Grinning, she sat back until she’d taken him deep within, relishing the fullness. With a little shimmy, she said, “I guess. As long as you remember our deal? You’re supposed to talk dirty—”

“Damn, woman! Your mouth is driving me crazy. If I wasn’t so desperate to fuck your brains out, I’d stick my cock in that sassy mouth and get off watching you give me head.” He arched his back, driving himself deeper. “But for right now, I’m just going to have to fuck you hard and fast and hope to hell you come as fast as I do.”

He reversed their positions and pounded into her. Conversation disintegrated to a series of grunts.

She didn’t mind, relishing the intimate sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the combined smell of lotion, grapes and sex in the air.

In fact, she was so intrigued by the smell and sounds of the act that her orgasm took her by surprise.

Her breath lodged in her throat, every muscle tightened and tingled; her heart tripped. She was drowning, reveling in the sensation. Her uterus contracted so violently it made her whole abdomen ache. So wiped out by her body’s response, she could only lie there while Drew kissed his way off her body and pulled the sheet over her nudity.

Drew watched Maggie’s eyes drift shut, wanting nothing more than to crawl back in her bed and give her an instant replay. But he knew it wouldn’t be instant, and he really had to get back to work.

It took all his willpower to turn and stride into the bathroom to do a quick cleanup and dress.

He smiled at the brightly colored condom and wondered if they glowed in the dark. Might be kind of fun.

Cold water did nothing to wipe the stupid grin off his face.

“Damn,” he whispered, looking at his reflection in the mirror above the little sink. “I look like a guy who just had his clock cleaned.” Anyone—well, any guy—who saw him would know exactly what put the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on his face. He stifled a laugh. What he ate was so much sweeter than canary. And he planned to eat it again and again for as long as he could during the cruise.

Reflected in the mirror, Maggie’s string panties caught his attention. He turned and blinked. What were they hanging on? A step took him closer and he picked up the little pink cylinder.

A purple padded clip held a pair of barely there white lace panties. From the other end of the cylinder dangled a soft-gel purple butterfly. He racked his mind in an effort to remember where he’d seen the two little cylinders before. Then he touched the dial on the bottom and the cylinder began to vibrate in his hand.

He swallowed a bark of laughter. Who knew his little Maggie had a wild side?

Back in the stateroom, he stopped next to the bed. Maggie hadn’t moved. Drawing back the sheet, he placed a soft kiss on each delectable nipple.

She gave a soft moan and shifted beneath the sheet.

Judging by his instant physical reaction, he knew he had to leave. Gently covering temptation, he walked to the door. He’d come back sometime during his shift to tell her where to meet him for dinner.

With a final glance at the wild woman sleeping so innocently in the big bed, he made a final adjustment and let himself out.

The end of his shift couldn’t come soon enough. And not only because he’d broken his long dry spell.

He’d never used nipple clamps.