Victoria’s Secret Wish(11)

“Oh, yum. God, lobster.” Carmyn had lifted the lid from her food and looked all but orgasmic. “Your chefs always know how to prepare it best. They’ve ruined me for eating it anywhere else.”

Knowing it was Carmyn’s favorite, Victoria had ordered it specially for her. She’d be forever indebted to Carmyn for all the help getting her business off the ground. Or rather, out of the basement. “Only the best for you, dahlink.” She smiled across the table and lifted her glass. “To smooth sailing and beautiful sunsets.”

Crystal clinked, and they drank.

“To my lovely Vic, for dreaming all this up.” Britt raised his glass; they clinked and drank again.

“To my lovely Britt, for making it all worth dreaming up.” She leaned toward him for a quick, soft kiss, while the others toasted.

“To hell with all this toasting, let’s eat!” Mark said.

* * * *

Ah, there she was. “Hey, baby.” Gil tapped his little gossip fiend on the shoulder and blew in her ear.

She didn’t turn around, just arched into him. “Hey.”

“I saw you paying close attention up at the christening ceremony.” He lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “Get something good for your first blog?”

“Mm-hmm.” She reached her hands behind her, up to his neck. “I promised you won’t be disappointed.”

She had a firm little ass to go with those big knockers. He figured she’d be giving as much fun as she’d get on this cruise. Not with him, though. All he needed from her was a nice, biased blog. “See that I’m not, if you want that bonus. I take it you’re in possession of the equipment?”

She nodded and bumped her ass crack tighter against his crotch. One hot, slutty little number. And in that thong, she didn’t keep much secret.

He threw her a bone and gave the ass a good squeeze. “Okay. Gotta fly, but I’ll check in with you next time I’m around. Probably Friday.”

Lowering her head to the left, she gave him access to a nice length of neck. “Sure you don’t wanna stick around and help me get warmed up?”

He laughed and nibbled her neck. She wasn’t quite his type. “I’d love to, but I might ruin you for the passengers. And that just wouldn’t do, would it?”

She sighed and grinned. “Get lost, then. I’ve got an appointment coming up in an hour.” She wiggled away, with a nice pink spot on her ass from one last pinch.

Fuck. He didn’t mind flirting, but it’d be nice if she eventually got the point–he wasn’t really into women anymore. Woman, yes. Victoria.

He’d noticed a smokin’ hunk of man serving champagne at the launch, though. Was he a waiter someplace? Or…bartender. Yeah. In fact, there he was at the bar now, looking over this way. Goddamn. Jet black hair, superman chin, built like a brick shithouse. Big fucker. Did that size apply everywhere? Or had he used some sort of steroids to bulk up so big?

Gil straddled a stool at the bar and checked out the daily special. Not the blended concoction going out in cocktail glasses–the Favor of the Day. He’d been around enough during construction to know all the not-so-secret nooks and crannies built into the ship for fantasies.

“What’ll you have?” The hunk o’ barkeep’s nametag read Griffin.

“Hey.” Gil pulled off his shades, folded them, and set them on the bar. “I’m actually on the wagon.” At least, when he had to fly. “You mind if I come around?”

“Um.” Griffin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Come around?”

“Yeah. I’m a little early. Your seven o’clock.” He nodded toward the cutout he knew they’d installed behind the counter, just the right size for the average person to kneel and give a bartender head. “You know…blow job?”

Griffin’s eyes widened, then he turned a deep red. “Oh.” He squirmed, let out a big breath. “Sure, yeah. Come on back.”

As Griffin lifted the hinged section of bar, Gil hid a grin. It was his lucky day after all. He’d get to bust a man-cherry.





Chapter 6



What the hell was he doing in this suite? David felt like a fifth wheel. Literally. He couldn’t begin to guess why Victoria West–or Grant, or whatever she went by–and her husband, would want him as a guest for dinner. A couple like them could be hanging out with anybody. He wasn’t complaining, but…shit. Being the odd man out wasn’t much fun, especially with two hot women so close. He had little hope of scoring with either of them, since they were both happily married. Which meant he was there because…