Victoria’s Secret Wish(38)

He drank fast enough to get a brain freeze. Damn.

“Now. Are you in? I can tell you from experience, these chicks’ll be happy to tagteam you. And they’ve got more places to stick your dick than the whole underwear department at Macy’s.”

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In front of the helipad restroom mirror, Gil smoothed his hair on the sides, and tweaked the spikes on top. Had to look his best–Victoria was on her way up. His heart pounded at the prospect of seeing her.

He hated this fucking ship for taking her away from him for days at a time. Maybe the best solution to the problem would be to sink this iron tank.

But when he got rid of Brett, he wanted to bring her here and fuck her nine ways to Sunday, on every deck, inside and out. Especially down by that fancy pool on her suite deck. He always made a point to fly over it, get some visual fantasy material.

Today, though… She’d been out there in a towel, and so had Grant. And some other guy too. Was it that lawyer friend of Brett’s? If so, where was his hot actress wife?

Fuck. He shouldn’t live like this, with questions about Victoria’s life. He ought to know everything about her, every minute. She was still his, and one day soon she’d know it.

His hair looked great. It should, considering all the money he paid his ex in Salt Lake to cut it. And he had on his favorite outfit, one he knew Victoria used to like, back when they were together. He adjusted his package–already growing, just thinking about her–and stepped out of the bathroom.

There was his little woman, in a fancy silky dress with black and pink geometric pattern. Damn dresses. He couldn’t see her ass in them. Still, she had some cleavage going on, and her shoulders were bare because the dress tied behind her neck. That, he liked. Fun to undo and let the dress fall away, so he could play with those lady lumps. Bigger lumps now than last time he’d made it with her. She spied him and headed over. Man, her skin was all blotchy red…from being out in the sun by the pool? And her makeup wasn’t too great. Neither was her hair. Not quite as neat as usual. The just-fucked look suited her, but pissed him off.

“Hey, Gil. How was the flight?” Same half-assed smile she gave all the other employees and clients. She was so good at hiding their love.

“Pretty smooth. That prince is a piece of work, though. Showed up thirty minutes late.” He’d wanted to leave without the little prick. But then he would’ve just had to fly back and pick him up later.

She looked over her shoulder, where Brett and the prince were talking, and shrugged. Lucky them–they had to put up with the royal douchebag for the rest of their trip. At least, until the last day, when he’d be leaving a few hours earlier than the other passengers. With her head turned, her dress bunched up on one side. Was that a bruise?

“Who hurt you?” He brushed his fingers over it. A bite mark? He’d kill that fucker with his bare hands.

“No! It wasn’t him. I mean–” She backed up a step, pressed her shoulder to her ear to shrug his touch away. Her face and neck were all red now. “Do you have the stuff for me?”

Wasn’t him? Who the fuck else could have done it? That buff guy in the shadows on her deck. Goddammit.

Best to act like it was a big laugh. “Gotta be careful who you and your husband play with, hon. Remember what you used to say? Discretion should be nine-tenths of a lay.” He could totally go there, if she was into threes now. Grant wasn’t unattractive–just a cocksucker for taking Victoria away. Hogging her.

Victoria’s eyes got wide, and he wondered if she’d unleash on him. But then the shades went down and she laughed. A little tinkly, fakeish laugh. “Oh, Gil. You’re so funny. Everybody knows Brett and I don’t do things like that. About that delivery…”

So she’d blow him off, huh? Not for long. “Have you seen the blog? About the cruise?”

Now she leaned close. “Shh! Lower your voice.” All business now. “That’s not common knowledge on the ship, and it needs to stay that way, so we don’t have a panic situation. Got it?”

Damn, she was sexy when she got all top-dog dominant. “I got it. How about you pay me off to keep me quiet?” He grinned and puckered. “Just one little kiss.”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes, gave him a playful punch to the shoulder. “So where’s the stuff? In the chopper?”

Her work shit. All she cared about. “Yeah. Let me get it.” He grabbed the stack from the front seat and returned with it. “All the local papers I could grab, plus the stuff Morty sent and some junk from Publicity.”

She took the bundle from him and flashed him a real smile this time, seeming to not notice when he brushed the back of his hand against her chest–still firm. Man, he wanted to get his hands full. “Thanks. You’re the best. So I’ll see you in a couple days.”