Wednesday(3)

I need you, Chloe.

So have me, I whispered to him.

And he did. He owned my body in ways no man had before. We fucked against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hips slamming against me in powerful thrusts, his mouth nipping at my throat, his fingertips leaving bruises on my thighs . . .

He left me sore and feeling used, hot semen running down my legs as he tucked himself away and zipped up his jeans. I didn’t know if I felt disgusted or elated or just indifferent. I was numb and reeling but I knew I wanted more, if only to find meaning in what the hell we were doing.

Every Wednesday since that night, it was like clockwork. Shaw always found his way to my door and I always said yes, letting him fuck me however he desired. It was usually hard and fast and brutal. I always came several times before he found his release. But instead of helping him heal, like I tried to pretend I was doing at first, he was getting worse.

Like now.

“Shaw?” I asked, pushing open the door to the marina’s small office. It was dark inside despite the bright sunshine outside. My eyes struggled to adjust. He hadn’t been out on the dock like I’d expected, and one of his guys had pointed toward the office.

When my eyes adjusted, I glanced at a disorganized desktop piled with invoices, receipts, and paper coffee cups.

“Need something, Sunshine?”

Startled because I hadn’t seen him in the shadows, I took a deep, steadying breath. Then I rolled my eyes at the nickname he’d called me for as long as I could remember. I’d despised it for just as long.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?”

I pulled open the plantation shutters, bathing us in warm light. He let out a groan at the intrusion and shielded his eyes.

“Shaw . . .” My fingers flew to my mouth and I took a step back.

He was sitting in a deep leather armchair in a corner of the office, his bare feet propped up on the matching ottoman and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. It was half-empty.

“What the hell are you doing?” I crossed the room and took it from him, screwing the cap back on firmly. “It’s barely noon.”

He only shrugged. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

I let out a deep sigh. I didn’t want to argue with him. “I have a party of two I need to get on a boat.”

He grunted. “When?”

Shifting my weight, I took a step toward him. “Later this afternoon. Can you do it or not?”

He pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his board shorts and made a call—I assumed to one of the guys on the dock.

“Yes, I know, but make it work,” he said and then stuffed the phone back in his pocket. “Done.”

“Thank you.” I pulled my own phone from my bag and texted my brother the time and slip number for the guests.

When I put my phone away, I looked at Shaw and saw his gaze was fixed on my bare legs. My sundress felt so flimsy and sheer, I might as well have been naked.

Reaching out toward me, he ran a fingertip slowly down my thigh, leaving a tingling path in its wake.





Chapter Two


Shaw



Running a fingertip along her warm skin, I should have felt terrible about what I was doing, yet I felt absolutely nothing at all. Chloe had always been there for me, through all of life’s ups and downs. But these last few months I’d crossed a line that should never be crossed. I had used her to chase away the darkness—to forget the pain and regrets and guilt that swam, unchecked, inside me. And worse than that? I had no plans to stop.

“Come here.” I offered her my hand and she took it, letting me tug her down into my lap. Her soft floral scent mixed with ocean air surrounded me, and I inhaled against the side of her neck.

I was crossing new boundaries—one, it was a Sunday, and two, it was the middle of the day—but I knew she wouldn’t refuse me. At least, I was betting she wouldn’t.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless as her head dropped back, letting me kiss and suck the soft skin of her neck.

My cock hardened as she straddled my lap. She gave out a little breathless grunt of surprise.

Gnawing pressure built, and I hungered to satisfy the urge the only way I knew how. By burying myself in the tight grip of Chloe’s cunt.

She had become an obsession for me. Who knew my sweet little friend with her wide, innocent blue eyes and high pink cheekbones was such an epic fuck? Perfectly shaped petal-pink pussy with its greedy wet opening just begging me to fill it . . . her heartbeat that pounded just for me . . . the needy sounds she murmured when I entered her.

“Are you going to let me take this sweet pussy?” I whispered, feeling her skin break out in chill bumps.

“Now? Here?” Her voice was breathless.