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you.” His quick denial has me retreating to stare into his eyes directly.
    I brace my palms on his chest and prepare to insist before his grin registers on me.
    “I’ve seen you devour those fancy mango pastries from Huize van Wely. Pretty sure those are your favorite things.”
    “Maybe I need another taste of you to be sure.” I lick my lips then shift my pelvis against his mostly flaccid cock. All for show. I’m as sated as he appears.
    Rick groans. “Don’t distract me. I’m trying to be nice, not naughty.”
    He chuckles when I freeze. “Are you saying…?”
    “Yeah. I might be. Let me grab the backpack.” He flings out an arm without putting too much distance between us.
    The unmistakable black-and-gold box he extracts from his bag wrings a moan from me.
    Though I’d have been satisfied with gooey caramel sandwiched between the cinnamon wafers of a cheap stroopwaffle from the market near our houseboat or a slice of Gouda from our favorite fromagerie on Marnixstraat, I can’t deny the sight of the gourmet confection has my mouth watering.
    I do my best not to sit up and beg like a dog snuffling around beneath the Christmas spread for scraps.
    “Here.” He stacks several pillows into a cushy wedge then helps me recline, half sitting. “I sort of forgot utensils. I’ll feed it to you.”
    I’m sure that after indulging such decadence I’ll volunteer to chair the Death to Forks campaign. I open my mouth when he scoops up a portion of bright yellow goo along with some fancy chocolate garnish on a crumble of the tasty cookie crust. Unwilling to let a single molecule go to waste, I lick his fingers clean.
    Again and again he indulges my sweet tooth, taking only tiny samples of the confection direct from my lips. When he transfers the last bite to my mouth, I sigh.
    “I bought another one, the champagne kind.” I don’t like the line that crinkles his brow. “Maybe we should save it for later.”
    “What are you planning to celebrate?” As if this connection isn’t enough.
    “I—” He clears his throat then takes a deep breath. I start to worry around the time he shakes his head as though arguing with himself. “Nothing. Well, just us I suppose.”
    Instead of pressuring him, I’ve found it’s best to let Rick broach weighty topics in his own time. I don’t harp on him if I can avoid it. Not after observing his parents snap at each other over everything from which restaurant was best for our dinner out to who loves him the most. I can understand why they divorced, but not how they can obviously still harbor feelings for each other. That constant tension would be enough to kill any attraction.
    What will distract him enough to still the fingertips drumming on his thigh?
    “I think us is pretty spectacular. Plenty of reason to toast.” I nip his lower lip. “So what is it about us and making love in boats, hmm?”
    He rests his forehead on mine and smiles. Score one for great sex as a diversion. “I’m not sure, but I think that’s a trend we should continue.”
    “What do you mean? You want to head home? I thought we were having dinner with Adelbert? Or are you ready for round two right here?” As much as I adore carnal explorations, I would be lying if I denied I had hoped for some time, just the two of us, confiding in each other and lazing the afternoon away.
    “Shh…” He curtails my rambling with a kiss. “Relax, Sarah. I’m not rushing us out or anything. It’s just… I sort of had a plan coming into today. And then you changed my glide path without realizing it. You got me wondering, and now I think we should take a sharp left turn. But I like the road we’re on and I’m not sure I want to veer off this course.”
    Before I can ask about what, he continues. “You know what you said outside of Centraal, about the swingers’ clubs? Do you think fate is trying to tell us something since one of them is a big-ass boat?”
    “Ohhhh. Yeah. I’ve heard rumors about the ritzy