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But even though I felt like a wet rag that had been wrung out, I realized, when he settled next to un And now, it was his turn to take pleasure fro immensely proud of himself

I smiled "No Hated every minute of it"

He leaned down and kissedency build within hies of his chest, around to his back, cupping his shoulder blades, pulling him down on me

He didn’t break the kiss to unbutton his khakis It was so quiet out here, with only the sounds of the boat and the lapping of the ocean around us I heard his zipper and an icy thread of fear shot through --minor--but I tried not to think about as about to happen Knew that my fear was silly--unfounded Knew that afterward, I would be relieved to have it over with

With a deep breath, I openedhimself to keep his hands out of my hair, I could tell One hand would approach my hairline and then drop tohimself to remember probably yanked hi azesheavily "E roaned, his ar aroundwhy he was hesitating

"Fuck roan and he shifted He was about to enter ainsthi hi theust

"What the hell?" I said, still corabbing his shoes and standing up--his shirt still co his perfect chest

"This isn’t happening," he said in a distant voice "Get dressed You can stay in a guest roo for me to reply, he spun ando, utterly lost My whole body shook and er shot a heated streak down through my entrails How the fuck dare he?

With jerkysensation that made me wish the sea would rise up and s ? Had I not responded to hi that led up to the moment where he’d stiffened and pulled away Had I touched him in a place he didn’t like or--oh, God--had he been fantasizing about someone else? My hands shook with fury as I dressed

What the hell was that? I couldn’t help but wonder It wasn’t even ten o’clock when I checked the clock in uest rooht off, so I assumed he wasn’t in his quarters

What had ly? Why that look of revulsion on his face? Was Adam screwed up about sex? Maybe he’d been abused as a child or teen The thought turned er What if he couldn’t help it? But he’d obviously had sexual relationships with other women--at least one of who a virgin? Of course if that repelled hiht circle for a while before deciding there was no way I could keep still I slipped onshoes and headed down to the yacht’s little gym Adam had showed it to me on my tour that afternoon--a roohts I could use a nice long run to clear my head

With my trusty mp3 player and earbuds in, I descended a deck and--after a couple wrong turns--finally found the roo fro able to find it So this here he’d run to