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beautiful breasts pressed pale and wet against the ripped up t-shirt she still wore, her nipples showing through in dark rosy points surrounded by wide, pretty areolas. Her little skirt hung damp around the tops of her thighs.
    He walked around the bar to meet her, unconcerned with the hard-on poking prominently up from the front of his khaki shorts. She planted her palms on his chest, lowered her chin, and almost— almost —looked like the shy girl she’d been a couple of hours ago. “Did you like my performance?”
    He tilted his head because the question was so unnecessary. “God, yeah, baby. Everybody else did, too.”
    She looked proud, triumphant. “Were you surprised?”
    He laughed. “You could say that. I kept wondering where the girl in the angel shirt disappeared to.”
    She lowered her chin coyly. “In case you didn’t notice, I took that shirt off.”
    He let his gaze drop to her breasts, so visible through the thin cotton. “Oh yeah, angel, I noticed, all right.”
    She peered up at him, her eyes glassy and wild. “Do I get my free lei now?”
    He couldn’t help grinning. He reached down, lifting the lei from his neck and onto hers, sorry when it covered his view of her a little. He lifted it up, toward her neck, so that it dangled down her back instead of her front. “That’s better,” he said.
    “That wasn’t exactly what I was talking about,” she said, a hint of playfulness mixing with her determination. And with that, she pushed him backward until he bumped against the built-in bench that ran the length of the boat and sat down on it. She wasted no time straddling his hips, lowering her pussy onto his erection through their clothes. “Damn, angel,” he murmured.
    He wanted to touch her—wanted to run his hands up her thighs, over her cotton-covered breasts, so fucking bad. But he couldn’t. He let out a groan of frustration as she began rubbing her cunt on his cock. “Jesus,” he moaned.
    “I’m so hot for you,” she breathed. Her cute little skirt was up to her hips again and he glanced down to the white lace covering her slit as she rocked it against him. His chest felt like it would explode and he had to spread his arms out across the back of the bench and hold on tight to keep from touching her, her ass and breasts beckoning.
    “What’s wrong?” she finally said, slowing her movements when she noticed he wasn’t responding.
    “I kinda…can’t do this.”
    She blinked, looking suddenly forlorn. “You don’t want to?”
    “No, angel, believe me, I’m dying to. I’m so fucking hard from watching you, and your breasts are so damn beautiful, but…it’s against the rules.”
    She drew back slightly, clearly surprised. “Don’t tell me I’m the first girl on one of these cruises to put the moves on you?” She glanced over to where Scott was engaged in some dirty dancing with a girl in only a lei and a pair of bikini bottoms.
    “No, but we have a rule. We can be touched, but we can’t touch back. My bosses have to worry about being sued by someone who remembers things differently later. They’re standing right there in the galley doorway—” he motioned to the two men across the boat “—and I’ll lose my job if I touch you. I’ve seen it happen to guys before, and unfortunately, I can’t afford to give up this income just yet.” He paused and thought he felt her cunt sink a bit lower on his dick. “Although it would almost be worth it.”
    She narrowed her gaze on him. “Do you want me to get off of you?”
    “God, no, baby.” He sighed, took a deep breath. “I’m in a tough position here, damned if I do and damned if I don’t. But why don’t you…” He lifted his pelvis against her lightly.
    “What?” she said.
    He pulled up a sexy smile. “Why don’t you give me a lap dance?”
    She grinned. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
    He returned it. “I’m guessing you’ve never done anything like bare your breasts and pussy for