Scott's Satin Sheets (4 page)

“Scott,” he said.

“You look like a pirate,” she offered without weighing it.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

The words felt dark and dangerous as they melted through her, made her smile. “I want you to be hard as a fucking rock for me,” she whispered, and then she boldly reached out to press the flat of her hand to the front of his pants. And, oh God—yes, he
was
hard. So
big
and so
hard
. Exactly what she needed, what she craved.

She liked that the touch made him suck in his breath even though he made no move to pull away. “Find something you like?” he asked, a bit arrogant but still full of sex appeal.

She kept her eyes on his and simply nodded. This wasn’t so difficult, after all. “Very much. I’m
so
wet for you.”

He let out a hot, horny sigh. “Is there someplace we can go?”

She considered the closet. It had certainly worked for Daniel. But then she reconsidered. “Not now—I don’t want to rush. Meet me later, after the party, right here, after everyone leaves.”

“That could be hours. I’ll have to clean up. It’ll be late.”

“I’m a big girl—I can stay up past my bedtime. And I promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

Shit. As Scott pretended to leave the Albright yacht with the rest of the evening’s temporary staff—but then stopped in the darkness and waited silently to turn back—he found himself wishing he’d suggested meeting her somewhere else. Since this seemed dangerous as hell. Of course, suggesting they do it somewhere during the party had been
just
as dangerous, but he’d been a victim of his own lust then. And having her squeeze his erection had pretty much depleted his brain power at the moment he’d agreed to meet her on the deck too.

So here he was, risking his job—which he needed if he were ever to get ahead in life—for sex. Well, for sex with the hottest thing he’d ever seen in—or out of—a robe.

Sex with a girl like her—shit, it was worth the risk.

As he moved stealthily back up the boarding ramp, his heart thumping too hard, he waited to hear sirens go off, dogs barking,
something
—even though he knew both ideas were completely illogical. But when nothing happened, nothing except him spotting her lithe shape in the dark where she rested in a chair at the same teak table where she’d been this morning, he began to relax.

Still, as he approached her in the white shirt he’d worn beneath the black waiter’s vest, now untucked and the neck unbuttoned, he felt unduly nervous. He couldn’t explain why—he
loved
wild girls, he was comfortable with them. And this was about more than his boss and his job. Ever since he’d seen her this morning, looking at once so sexual and so pristine…hell, there was just been something about her that made his skin tingle and his pulse increase every time she came to mind.

“I hope you like chardonnay,” she said, holding up a bottle of wine.

“It’s great,” he said shortly, still trying to find his bearings. Sure, he’d been on this boat all night, but it was suddenly different, suddenly
her
private domain. And Charles Albright’s.

As she poured two stemmed glasses, he decided to just put his worries on the table.

“Your dad is my boss.”

“Not anymore,” she said smartly. “Party’s over.”

But he shook his head. “No—I work on some other boats too. And he bought a couple of them today. So he’s my boss now.” The classic irony of the situation hit Scott anew in that moment as he looked around and mumbled under his breath. “And here I am, sneaking around in the dark with his sexy daughter.”

“Lucky for you, Pirate Scott, my parents are in a hotel tonight. We own the Crystal Sands chain, and whenever we’re near one, they stay in it.”

Even as relief flooded him, he asked, “Why don’t
you
?”

She shrugged. “I do sometimes. But tonight I had something better to do.”

“What?”

“
You
. Have you ever fucked on satin sheets?” she asked without pause. “It’s like a third lover in the bed the way they move against your skin.”

The truth was, Scott’s trepidation about the liaison had dimmed his arousal a little over the last few minutes, but Payton Albright’s direct and naughty nature brought it right back, producing an instant hard-on in his black waiter’s pants. “Can’t say that I have,” he replied. “But like I told you earlier, anything you want, baby—I’m up for it.

And I never have anything against three lovers in the bed at once.”

His wink, along with his words, got Payton so hot that she wondered if her wetness would run right down her thighs. She was so ready for this guy.
Screw the wine
, she thought as she pushed to her feet and stepped toward him.

She pressed her palms to his chest, feeling the warmth there through his shirt, along with the muscles. He smelled vaguely of expensive food and light perspiration, scents that were suddenly, oddly, erotic as hell. And as his arms closed around her, she melted into him as easily as if she’d known him for years.

His kiss, tongue, were bold and confident, swallowing, moving all through her the same as if she had taken another intoxicating sip of wine. The parts of her body that had been aroused and swollen all day seemed to pulse now, as if her heart were beating
everywhere
. She’d never been kissed like this before—by a man whose attentions felt so hotly possessive, as if he were going to take charge. Mmm, yes, that’s what she wanted—a pirate lover who would turn her into a naughty wench in his embrace.

She kissed him back, sensual, hard, and let her hands explore—his shoulders, his arms, his thick hair. She loved the way the stubble on his chin scraped lightly against her skin, the way his large hands molded to her waist, then her ass. And when his hard cock pressed to the juncture of her thighs through their clothes—oh God, she thought she’d explode into orgasm, right then and there.

She moved against him automatically—there was no controlling it. She heard her breath come hard and fast. She clutched at his shirt collar and as she sensed him balling the skirt of her dress in his hands, she began to work at his buttons. Yes, yes, this was really happening—they were really going to do this!

When his palms squeezed her bare ass, she gasped, and when he began moving his hands around, clearly seeking the fabric that wasn’t there, he let out a low groan and said, “No panties?”

Her stomach hollowed with what a bad girl she was. She drew back slightly, met his gaze, bit her lip, shook her head.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered. “That’s fucking
hot
.”

“They…got too wet…earlier,” she said between heated breaths as his kisses dropped lower, to her neck. “From…wanting you.”

After another hot growl left his throat, his warm breath caressed her ear. “I want to lick that hot, wet little pussy dry.”

A burst of sensation shot through her body, almost like a mini-orgasm, making her gasp as the tremor shook her.

“Apparently,” he said with a dirty little smile, “you want that too.” Then he took her hand and led her to a lounge chair, the same where she usually sunbathed when they were at sea. Her pussy throbbed more madly than she could have imagined with each step, so swollen she could barely stand it.

Scott sat her gently down, then closed his hand around one ankle, lifting it over the extended part of the chair, so that her dress rose, of its own accord this time, high on her thighs. “Show me,” he said, standing at the foot of the chair.

Her pussy, he meant. Wild for him, she didn’t hesitate, easing the dress upward, higher, higher, until it revealed her smooth-shaven cunt.

“Jesus,” he uttered. She knew instantly that he liked it bare, just as she did. And a glance down showed that the aching flesh was parted, her clit and the pink folds below prominently on display.

“Lean back and get comfortable, baby,” he said, dropping smoothly to his knees.

“I’m gonna eat you up.”

Payton lay back in the chair, parting her thighs even wider, biting her lip as a warm Caribbean breeze washed over her. That’s when Scott bent over the lounge chair to press the splayed fingers of both hands to her inner thighs. Then he moved in, raking his tongue expertly through her open pink flesh.

She shuddered, moaned. Oh God. After the way she’d suffered all day—
mmm
, yes, she was going to come very, very soon. She didn’t even think any longer about the fact that he was a stranger or that she’d been nervous about that earlier—all she could think about now was how incredible he was making her feel.

He licked her again, and again, each stroke of his tongue like a little earthquake in Payton’s sensitive body. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out and alert the full-time staff.

They were surely all in bed now, but screams of ecstasy might awaken them.

“Oooh,” she purred after his next pleasure-producing lick.

“You taste fucking sweet,” he said, the words echoing up from between her legs, deep and dirty.

“Do it some more,” she prodded. “Lick my nasty little pussy. I want to come in your mouth.”

A guttural groan rose from her pirate waiter’s throat and then he went back down on her, hard this time, no longer licking, but closing his mouth over her clit.

“
God
,” she whispered, her body jolting. Then, “Yes.”

After which Payton leaned her head back to peer up at the stars, thinking once more—
This is really happening. I’m being pleasured by a hot, sexy stranger and I love it!

And then the stars began to swirl, pleasure skewing her vision as her new lover sucked on her clit, deep, hot—making her bite her lip and want to sob her delight. But she couldn’t sob—it would be too loud—so instead, she said dirty things to him. “That’s so fucking good, baby—suck it. Suck my naughty little clit. Oh—oh God, it feels so huge—suck it, suck it!” And she pumped at his mouth with abandon, lowering her gaze to watch her pelvis thrusting at his face, her dress gathered at her hips. “Oh my pussy,” she breathed. “My pussy’s wild for you.”

That’s when the orgasm broke. It had happened quickly, yet had been coming all day, so it rocked her body violently, forcing her to drive her cunt upward hard, hard, hard as she kept biting her lip to try to hold her hot cries inside. Pleasure pulsed through her whole body—her limbs, her very scalp, all tingled—and despite her best efforts, a string of mewling whimpers escaped through her lips. God. Oh God! She’d never experienced anything like it.

When finally the waves of heat ebbed, she collapsed fully back into the lounge chair with a sigh.

She knew this was the moment when she might realize this sort of forbidden dalliance wasn’t for her, the moment it might feel wrong, empty. When she looked down at his damp face still between her legs, when she saw with sober clarity the rawness of her position, the inelegance of it all. And yet…all she felt was triumphant.

Ecstatic. Wild. Free.

And ready for more.

It seemed important to keep being her dirty new self with Scott the Pirate, not to let anything about her softer self show. So she gazed lustily down on him and said, “Did you like that? Did you like my pink pussy in your mouth?”

If she wasn’t mistaken, now
he
shuddered. Just lightly. But enough that she saw.

And his eyes sparkled lecherously in the moonlight. “Hell yes, honey,” he rasped.

“Want some more?” 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.