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“Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Duchess spread her feet farther apart to keep her balance. Bonnie returned. The wind had kicked up again and the waves were starting to swell. She’d thrown on one of her sweatshirts and her deck shoes. She’d also tied her hair up and out of the way. “I’ve got everything as locked down as I can make it. What now?” “You’re going to take the chair.” He eased back a little on the speed and got up, then pulled her around him. “You’ve been watching me, right?” “Yes.” He heard the hint of nerves in her voice even as she wrapped her hands around the wheel. “This is where I follow the direction you’ve set, right?” She jerked her chin toward the indicator. “Compass is right there. Speed here.” “Right. We’re going to veer to the east and try to keep it between forty and forty-five degrees. The swells will come at us from the back, and when they start to hit, we’re going to reduce speed by at least fifty percent.” “I do that here.” She touched the lever that affected th
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“Okay, that’s as slow as we go. Let me take over.” “All right.” She kept her hands on the wheel and slid her butt out of the chair. As she stood, she lifted her eyes to the window. “David!” David swiveled to see the giant wave crest and slam over the starboard side of the boat. Water exploded into the wheelhouse. Duchess squawked and flapped her wings as the boat rocked violently back and forth. Bonnie lost her grip and went flying. David let go of the chair and grabbed for her, but she slammed shoulder first into the bulkhead. She hit the deck on all fours, but even as David reached for the wheel, he could see she was still moving. “Bonnie! You okay?” “Yes.” But her voice wasn’t nearly as loud as it had been before. “Stay there!” As he finally righted himself, he saw another wall of water heading right for them. He managed to grab and yank the wheel another thirty degrees east before he heard the deafening whumph. Then everything went black. —-------------- The world dropped i
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“Bonnie, let the bird sing.” He said. She gasped and spun around on the captain's chair. “David! You’re awake!” “Work it. Work it.” Duchess said. “I take that back,” David growled. “Duchess, quiet.” “Thank goodness.” Bonnie abandoned the chair and dropped to her knees next to him, fingers prodding the very sore skin on his forehead. “I didn’t know how I was going to get you into the cabin if I had to. Does it hurt?” “Yes.” He caught her searching hands and brought them together. “What happened? How’s the boat?” “Boat’s okay. I think. You knocked yourself out trying to get to me. Your foot slipped and blam!” She tried to smack her hands together. “You conked your head on the railing.” “Yeah. That I got. You okay?” “I’m great!” She beamed at him. “We did it. We rode out the storm. Took a few hours and so Duchess and I covered about thirty years of musicals, but yeah.” She sighed and sank back onto her heels. “We’re okay. Me, Duchess, Blue Blood and now you.” She pulled her han
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“Good times.” He made a stumbling effort to his room. It took longer than expected, longer than his ego approved of, to change into a pair of wonderfully clean and dry sweats. He was already lying down when she knocked on his door. “Yeah.” He answered. “Here you go. It’s chamomile, so it should help relax you.” David opened his eyes and found she’d changed, as well, and was wearing an over-sized T-shirt and what to him looked like skimpy boxer shorts. She sat on the edge of the bed, held out two pills and handed him the mug. “Awesome. Thanks.” He took the pills but nearly choked on the tea. “Gah! Tastes like Calliope’s herb garden.” David set the mug on the narrow shelf by his bed. Bonnie grinned, then poked a finger gently against his forehead and pushed his head back. “Go to sleep.” She stood up to go, but he caught her wrist. “Don’t go.” “But you need—” She began. He looked at her, and even though he knew it was a mistake, he couldn’t release her hand. “Don’t go. Stay.
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"Yeah?" He gave her a crooked smile that almost hurt, he was so turned on. "I like that idea. That means I can see and touch all of you." Her eyes darkened. "Yes." She lifted up, guided his cock to her opening, and slowly began sinking onto him. David held her thighs. She braced her hands on his chest. It was incredible...seeing her face, watching her expressive eyes and the telling way her lips parted and her breasts rose with each deepened breath. "A little more," he urged, and her eyes closed as she wiggled, seating herself fully upon him. Neither of them moved. David gasped for air, Bonnie's body clenched and relaxed around him. "I can feel you throbbing." she said. He groaned and couldn't stop the lifting of his hips. Through his teeth, he growled, "I'm a nanosecond away from coming." "Really?" She smiled down at him, then lifted. "Really." She dropped and he said, "Bonnie..." "I like this. Do you?" Groaning again, he cupped her breasts, brushed her nipples with
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“Could you maybe make that sound more analytical? I don’t think my therapist heard you.” She retorted. Safe to say? What was safe with this conversation? “I bet he or she would say you’re deflecting with humor.” She narrowed her eyes. Was he playing with her? “Look, I'm in no mood to talk about that right now," he said. “I—” She stared at him. What was happening here? What had happened to the affable, playful, fun-to-be-around David? What had happened to the guy who made love to her so passionately last night? Was he picking a fight to deflect from what he was feeling? “Why does it seem as if we’re having two separate conversations?” she asked. “Probably because we are. Okay…” He was speaking in very calm, determined syllables. “We need to look at this situation realistically. We are two very different people who come from two very different worlds. That can add a spark or ten to an intense situation.” She tilted her head to one side. “You’re saying that whatever we’re feeling has
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“Stop It, duchess.” David batted away the latest blueberry Duchess sent soaring in his direction. “If you aren’t going to eat, leave it alone.” Duchess made a trilling sound in her throat. “Leave it alone. Leave it aloooooone!” “That’s not a song.”....That he knew of. In the past few hours, his head had finally stopped throbbing and his vision cleared. He was thinking clearly enough now to admit his conversation with Bonnie might have been triggered by his own curiosity about where they went from here. The closer they got to High Tide Harbor, the more he wondered if there was any way to fit her into his life. It was an impossible question to answer. He wasn’t good for her. He knew that… and with his kind of job, a relationship with her was definitely going to crash. He could want everything for her, want to be with her, to hold her, kiss her, spend endless days out on the rioting ocean with her, but none of that meant anything if she was simply moving from one life chosen for her
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“Nice reels.” he said “I found this box of tackle, too. They look handmade.” She handed him the metal box, then shielded her eyes and looked up. “This is good timing. Dusk is setting in.” Even though it was late in the day, they may still have a chance of catching something. “They’ll work, yeah?” “They’ll work.” He examined the rod she handed to him. “So will this. Want me to check—?” “I’ve got it.” She didn’t snap, just made the simple declaration. She chose her own tackle from the box and tied it on. A few minutes later she was casting off and taking a seat in the chair beside him. “You’ve definitely done this before.” He repeated her actions, got a bit more distance than she had and set the pole down in the receptacle on the arm of his chair. “I was thinking about grabbing a beer. You want one?” “No, thanks. But I’ll take some wine.” She replied. “Good idea. I’ll join you.” Forced politeness, Bonnie thought as he disappeared below deck, had its advantages. He’d set new gr
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