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she asked sensuously, teasingly.
    “Fuck yeah.”
    “Then come with me, my nasty pirate man.” With that, she lifted one bare leg over his head, planting her favorite strappy, sparkling Jimmy Choos on the deck to rise to her feet. She only bothered tugging her dress down to her upper thighs since she knew it would just be coming right back up. By then, Scott was standing behind her, looking sexy and rumpled now from this first little tussle as she took his hand and led him to her cabin.
    Scott was a little blown away—by lots of things. Her beautiful, naughty aggression, how hot it had gotten him to suck and lick her to climax, and now by the grandeur of the stateroom they’d just entered. Polished wood, beveled mirrors, and expensive furniture and fabrics told him he was, undeniably, in the land of the wealthy. That the fabrics were a rich mix of leopard print and pink told him it was, at the moment, the land of the feminine wealthy.
    And though he wasn’t usually a pushy lover, he was feeling damn impatient—his cock threatened to burst from his zipper any moment. So almost as soon as the door shut, he grabbed on to her hips from behind and stepped up close, driven to grind his hard-on against her sumptuous ass. He growled low in her ear, “I need to fuck you.”
    He loved her sharp intake of breath, aware that she instantly began to rub her bottom against him in response. “Tell me you have a condom,” she said over her shoulder.
    “Never leave home without ’em,” he promised.
    “Mmm, good—then let me have it.”
    “The condom?” he asked.
    “Your cock,” she corrected.
    He laughed softly through his intense lust and let go of her hips only to extract his wallet from the back pocket of his waiter’s pants. A moment later he was ripping into a foil packet, then unzipping. “You want to put it on?” he asked.
    Still facing away from him, she shook her head. Her fancy hairdo had gotten messier now, sexier. “I want to hurry. I want to be fucked.” Then she took a few steps and bent over a teakwood dresser. She met his gaze in the mirror she faced even as she reached down to provocatively ease her dress back up, over her ass, then arched it. “My pussy aches for you.”
    “Still?” he couldn’t help asking. She’d just come, after all. He, on the other hand, could tell her a thing or two about aching at the moment.
    “Still,” she answered in a pouty voice. “It needs lots of attention.”
    “Fuck,” he murmured, jaw going slack even as his dick went still firmer. Her pretty cunt was back on display and still shimmering with enough moisture that he knew his little rich girl wasn’t lying.
    So he rushed to sheathe himself, so ready for her that he could barely breathe—then he planted his hands back on her hips, bared now, and plunged his hot cock inside her.
    She cried out, but then immediately bit her lip to squelch it, and their eyes met again in the mirror. She looked positively obscene and beautiful. And damn, she was tight, her pussy holding on to him like a velvet glove.
    “How’s that feel, honey?”
    She still sounded pouty, in a sexy way. “Big,” she promised. “So big in me.”
    He leaned over her, whispering in her ear. “And you like big?”
    She let her eyes fall shut, sighing. “God, yes. Now fuck me, damn it.”
    Her eyes glittered on him in the mirror and he teased her. “Bossy little rich girl.”
    “Do it,” she commanded without an ounce of humor.
    Shit. She wanted to be fucked—he’d fuck her, all right. He’d fuck her pretty little brains out. Holding tighter to her round hips, he thrust deep into her enveloping warmth with a hot groan. She clenched her teeth, still clearly trying to stay quiet, but he could tell it was difficult. He drove into her again, again, getting lost in watching the pleasure on her face, in how hot and hard she had him, in how damn warm and wet she was.
    And then he let go completely, delivering powerful stroke after stroke, soon