Sam

The first night of my week-long cruise has been much better than expected. The chance of meeting an associate of Benson Easton was so unlikely that it surprised me. Ideally, I would say. I've never felt such a connection so quickly with a woman in my entire life, and it's not just because she's stunningly gorgeous. She's intelligent, and I can easily talk to her. I feel like she gets me, and we only just met. It doesn't hurt that Detective Powell is her father. That was the icing on the cake.

A woman who understood my line of work, hell, she could probably do my job better than me. The more I think with her in my arms as we move together on the dance floor, the lower my hands go down. Once she starts grinding her core into mine, I find my hands going to her firm ass. I can't help but pull her closer to me.

I'm not usually this handsy with a woman I've just met. I'm usually the gentleman my parents taught me to be, but this woman seriously affects me. The flow of alcohol adds fuel to the outrageous fire she has stoked deep within me. My gentleman's side takes over.

I lean in and whisper to her, "If I'm going too far, just let me know."

She did not say a word. She responds by grinding harder on me with a perfect rhythm to the music.

"Damn!" I say under my breath.

She looks up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes and innocently smiles as if she is not aware of my hardness as we continue to move seductively to the beat of the music.

For about the fifth time tonight, we get lost in each other's eyes. I couldn't look away. If I'm being candid, there was nowhere or no one else that I wanted to look at more than this beautiful woman that I'm lucky enough to have in my arms.

We begin to slow dance even though the music is still upbeat. We're swaying to the rhythm, our eyes never leaving each other. My hands are still on Cindy's ass, and I can feel her hips move underneath my hands. I have never wanted to kiss a woman as badly as I want to kiss Cindy.

I begin to lean down to ask for her permission to kiss her when we get bumped into, pulling us out of our trance.

I look up, irritated at the asshole who ruined this moment, when I see fucking Pete with a drunk Millie hanging from his arms.

"What the hell, Pete."

He grins at me, "Sorry about that. This one here is getting to be a little hard to handle."

"That's me, too hard to handle!" Mille giggles, and I look over at Cindy.

"Come on, lightweight. Let's get you home." Cindy goes to get Millie off of Pete.

I quickly speak up, "How about Pete and I help you get Millie to your cabin."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asks sweetly.

"Not at all. Are you good with that, Pete?"

He nods. "Absolutely; where, too?"

"Our cabin is actually on this deck." Cindy answers.

I smile, knowing that our cabins are on the same deck. "Ours too."

She smiles. "We're in 8712; it is down the corridor."

"Well damn, that's convenient. We're 8714," I replied happily.

Her smile widened, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Well, let's get this show on the road. This adorable woman is getting heavy." Pete heaved her back up as she started slipping from his grasp. Her head is leaning against his shoulder, and I think for a moment that she passed out.

That is until she spoke.

"Are we to the room yet? I have to pee, and I really wanna lay down."

We all chuckled as we made our way to our cabins.

***

The following day, I woke up and stretched. My dreams were full of all of the things I wanted to do to Cindy's hot little body. My morning wood was at full attention. I got up to use the bathroom and noticed Pete was not in the room. He must have gone for a run or to the gym. He's disciplined and says, "I never know when I'll have to run down a criminal."

I get in the shower. As I am drying off, I hear the cabin door open.

"Are you about done in there?" Pete calls out.

I wrap my towel around my waist and exit the bathroom. "It's all yours."

He showers while I get dressed in my swim trunks and a tee. After he finishes and gets dressed, we head out to grab some breakfast. We're just stepping out of our room when our neighbor's, the girls' door, opens. I thought for sure that Millie would sleep the day away after last night, but she looked pretty perky. I was impressed.

Cindy had on a bright pink sundress over her swimsuit. All that I could see were purple straps tied around her neck. Cindy's long blonde strands are in a high ponytail. I didn't think she could look any more beautiful, but her freshly washed face without a hint of makeup was stunning.

When my eyes met Cindy's, I smiled. "Good morning, ladies."

"Good morning," they replied in unison.

I look over at Pete, who stands there speechless, looking at Millie like he could have her for breakfast. I laugh as she does a twirl for him. You can see her teal, barely-there bikini underneath her sheer white cover-up.

"You look, wow, incredible, Mille," he stutters, and I slap his back.

"Get it together, Dude!" I laugh.

"Do you ladies want to join us for breakfast?" I ask hopefully.

The girls glance at each other before Cindy responds, "We would love to."

***

After breakfast, we find four lounge chairs together by the pool. Today is a day at sea. I tried not to make it evident as I watched Cindy pull her dress over her head. I almost gasped out loud when she revealed a purple string bikini that accentuated her tight little body perfectly.

She winks at me. So much for not being obvious. "I think purple is my new favorite color." I smirk.

She bends over to reach into her beach bag, and I am about to fall off my lounge chair. I can hear Pete laughing beside me.

Cindy looks over her shoulder at me. "See something you like, Detective?"

I stupidly nod because I have no words.

She finds what she is looking for and turns towards me. "Can you sunscreen my back?"

I straddle my lounge chair. "Yes, please!" I pat on the lounge chair, and she sits in front of me with her back towards me. Pete was already slathering Millie's back.

I took my sweet time putting sunscreen on Cindy's back. I give her a full-on back massage while rubbing the lotion into her soft skin.

"Mmmm..." she moans, and I felt myself getting stiff. Shit! What's this woman doing to me? I have no control of my body around her.

"All done," I croak out and have to clear my throat.

She stays right there between my legs as she finishes putting sunscreen on the rest of her body. I watch unashamedly.

She turns towards me. "Would you like me to return the favor?"

"Please."

She hops off the lounge, and I move up to give her access to my back. Her soft hands work their magic on me.

"I could get used to this!" I grin, and she laughs.

"Likewise."

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