Killer

I had followed the detectives who, I believe, blew the whistle on me. I hoped they would lead me to their stateroom or at least which deck they were on. They, unfortunately, opted to disembark to visit the port of Puerto Vallarta right after breakfast. Thanks to those two, I can't follow them off of the ship. That pisses me off. I turn and make my way to the meeting room that I've been called to by the Captain.

Well, the inescapable meeting with the FBI was looming behind the door where I was standing. I take a deep, cleansing breath before I knock, turn the knob, and walk inside.

Two men in suits stand to greet me. I plaster a smile on my face and shake each of their hands. "Thank you for taking the time to meet with us. I'm Agent Cash, and my associate here is Agent Lowell. Do you know why you're here?"

Like I had a choice, I thought while keeping myself from rolling my eyes. "You're very welcome, and yes, I know why I'm here. The Captain informed the crew that two women had gone missing. I assume that they accidentally fell overboard, but I understand that regardless of whether they did or not, you still have to investigate. I'll do anything that I can do to assist you."

Well, damn! My words almost convinced me that I would be helpful. Only my help will lead them anywhere but towards me.

The men glance at each other. "We appreciate your attitude."

For two hours, they questioned me about my work history, other ships I have worked on, and why I had chosen this as my career choice. After the 'get to know you' questions, they understand why I'm here this morning.

He pushes two photos of the missing woman towards me. "Do you recognize either of these two women?"

I take my time observing the photos, and it takes everything in my power not to smile, remembering their last moment spent on earth was with my hands wrapped around their perfect necks. "They do look familiar. As you know, in my position here on the ship, I see most passengers." I keep the look on my face stoic as if I barely met either woman.

He writes some notes. "Okay..." He clears his throat before continuing. "Do you fraternize with the passengers?"

I meet his question by looking right into the man's eyes. "That depends on what you mean by fraternizing. Do I speak with them when I'm on and off duty? Yes. Do I have sex with the passengers? No, my contract does not permit it. I could lose my job." It's not a lie.

He shakes his head in understanding and writes some more notes before looking up at me again. I wonder why in the hell this other guy is even here. "Do you have any explanation as to why cruises that you've worked on seem to have a high number of missing people?"

That question takes me entirely by surprise. How does the FBI know... fucking detectives did their damn homework. "What exactly are you implying? Do you think I had something to do with these women disappearing?"

The agent shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly while sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms. "Do you?"

I try my best to look shocked and pissed off, "No fucking way!" I lie.

***

Sam

Cindy and I are in the process of getting our ship identification cards scanned to be able to get back onto the ship after a long afternoon of shopping and bar hopping—the more time that I spend with her, the more my feelings for her grow.

She slips her hands into mine. "A penny for your thoughts?"

I decide to be honest with her as we head up the stairs en route to our stateroom. "I was thinking about you."

She turns her head up to me. "Awe."

"It's true," I admit. "The more time we spend together, the more I want to spend with you."

She blushes adorably. "I feel the same way."

I grin at her words. It makes me so damn happy that we're on the same page. We finally made it up to our deck. "Remind me why we didn't take the elevator after we walked the entire day."

She smirks as I slide my room key card and open the door to our stateroom. "Because we would still be down there waiting for our turn. I want to get changed and crash by the pool. We can take the elevator up to the pool deck, okay?"

"Promise?" I smile.

She laughs at my ridiculousness. "I promise."

Once inside our stateroom and behind our closed door, I don't waste one second. My lips capture Cindy's, and I love how her body reacts to my touch. She moans as she separates her soft lips, inviting me to deepen our kiss. I don't disappoint and attempt to show her every feeling I have for her with my lips and tongue as I tangle mine with her sweet, velvety one. As things heat up, Cindy places her hands on my chest and gently pushes me away. I look down into her heated eyes, searching for something. Permission to take this further? Telling me that she's not ready to take this next step? Anything?

Instead, she purrs out my name. "Sam?"

"Cindy?" I reply hesitantly, not knowing what she's thinking.

Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper. "Make love to me?"

"Are you sure?" I don't want to rush this. I want her to take the lead.

She bites her swollen bottom lip and nods approval while placing her hands above her head. I jump right in on that invitation and bend down to grab ahold of the hem of her floral sundress. I slowly pull it up her body, taking every opportunity to touch her with my fingertips. I smile to myself when her body shivers under my touch. Once I get to her heaving breasts, I'm pleasantly surprised that she's not wearing a bra. Her breasts bounce free as I complete my task.

"Mmmm, Sam." She hums my name as I take both of her full breasts into my hands. They fit my palms perfectly, like they were made just for my touch. I swirl my tongue around her peaks and gently tug at them with my teeth.

"You're more beautiful than I could ever have imagined," I say as I make my way up to her full lips, kissing a sweet path to my destination. My hands are lingering and gently squeezing her soft, fleshy mounds that fit perfectly into my grasp.

When our lips meet again, nothing is slow and sensual about it. Instead, our kiss is full of burning passion. Cindy lights a fire in me that only she can extinguish with her gorgeous body. I move my hands behind her. I trace circles down her back till I reach her firm ass. Much to my surprise, I touch smooth skin, no panties.

"Damn, Cindy! You're wearing a thong?" I choke out.

"Obviously." She giggles.

I reach my hands under her silky thighs. As I lift her, she wraps her long, lean legs around my waist. I walk over and tenderly lay her on the bed. I slip off my tee shirt and shorts before slipping off my flip-flops. I notice her sandals are no longer on her feet. When the hell did she take those off? I reach into the nightstand that separates the beds and pull out a condom. Cindy raises her eyebrows.

"It's not what you think," I tell her as I place the unopened foil packet on the nightstand.

She smirks, "Exactly, what am I thinking?"

"You think that I brought condoms on this trip in case I get lucky, and let me tell you, I did not." She is still smirking. "Pete saw how close we were getting and left them here for us."

"Remind me to thank Pete." She reaches up and pulls me down onto her. "So what are you waiting for, Sam? Let's put those babies to good use."

"Yes, ma'am!"

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