She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(10)

Knowing if I even glimpse the captain's expression and find him lusting after Veda, I'll want to do bodily harm, I turn just slightly and keep my eyes averted. "We're here to see the sights, not you. Leave us now."

Thankfully, the man doesn't hesitate to stride from the cabin, closing the glass door behind him with a click. I need a moment to swallow the lecture fighting to get free, reminding Veda to be more mindful of displaying herself around men, but I beat it back, determined to make the trip a happy one. Besides, tonight we're having dinner with the man from whom I purchased her-Jack, her father-and I have a sneaking suspicion the night will bring enough problems all its own. Best to enjoy the moment.

Who wouldn't enjoy having this girl all to themselves, her pussy all but offered up on a silver platter where she lounges on the floor, one of the world's most interesting cities passing by on either side? I watch her as I cross to the bar, pouring each of us a glass of champagne. Sipping from my glass, my cock hardens at the way her splayed legs point right to heaven, a little patch of white silk that dips in the center, showing off the valley where my tongue spends so much time.



       
         
       
        

"Come lie down with me," Veda says on a sigh. "You can hear the water moving underneath the boat."

I set down both glasses of champagne on a low side table and drop to my knees among the pillows, unable to stop myself from looking her over. "Get naked," I rasp. "I want to see all of you."

Amazing that she can still blush around me after the things we've done, the things I've growled in her ear since we met. She turns her face into the pillow with a tight-lipped laugh a few seconds before she sits up and complies, easing the dress up over her head. Then she falls back into the pillows, bare all over with the exception of the region covered by her panties. "Better?"

"Infinitely." I plant a hand on one of her hips, dip my head and drag my tongue around her belly button. She arches her back with a sigh, in clear preparation for me to climb on top of her body and fuck her until she can't see straight. Instead, I reach into my inner jacket pocket and produce the joint my driver procured for us while Veda was changing back at the house. "Since you've been a good girl. Mostly."

Veda jackknifes into a sitting position, her tits bouncing with the sudden movement. "Ramsey. I didn't really think you were going to do it!" She scans the interior of the boat. "Can we … smoke it in here?"

"We can do anything we want." I slide the joint in between my lips and wink at her. "At any time. Ever."

A breath shudders out of her. "I really want you right now."

"Good." I take the lighter out of my jacket and engage the flame, drawing on the joint until the tip glows red. Believe me, I want nothing more than to stub out this joint and rock this boat hard enough to create a fucking tsunami, but after she dry humped me halfway to a climax and left me miserable this afternoon in the back seat of our car with the promise of a blow job, Veda needs a little lesson. A fun one that'll still end in her screaming, but a lesson nonetheless. I'll indulge her teasing to a point because her nature is naturally seductive, and I wouldn't change a single thing about her. But I won't be played with, especially when her body is the prize and my hunger for it never fades, only increases.

After taking two drags of the joint, I hand it to Veda. "Just a little. We're meeting your father for dinner very soon."

The reminder seems to take a little wind out of her sails. "Maybe it'll help me relax." She brings it to her lips and sucks in the same pungent smoke I just inhaled, tilting her head back to blow a white, curling stream toward the ceiling. And promptly coughing until her eyes go glassy. "Guess you know I'm a beginner now," she manages, before taking one more hit and coughing again. "What else is new?" 

I wet my fingers and snuff out the joint, setting it aside, amused but also hyper conscious that I've corrupted Veda enough already. Getting her high isn't something I want to become a frequent thing by any means. But I have to admit, the dreamy way she looks at me after inhaling the locally grown herb makes this one exception worth the guilt. "What are you thinking about?" I ask her.

"Mermaids." She giggles into the back of her wrist. "I was thinking of mermaids swimming beneath the boat and eavesdropping on our conversation."

I can't suppress my low laugh. "Do you have sensitive hearing then?"