Chapter 12

Mia 

They were on the yacht’s sun deck as it glided through the ocean. Nothing but water surrounded them.

The air possessed this salty fragrance that soothed  Mia. She couldn’t see Miami any longer. It should have worried her, but she remained calm, probably due to Jaxon's fingers, stroking her in circular motions.

Waves of clear blue water rushed past. Even dolphins appeared, sparkling with water and yipping their mouths toward them as if trying to communicate. Color layered the sky. The whole scene played out like an oil painting set in a museum. A perfect picture to all that happened to witness it.

Don’t forget that this is a game.

Every few minutes, she said that to herself. She needed to remain grounded.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaxon poured warm oil on her bare back and rubbed it in at the center.

Mia bit her lip as lusty sensations flooded her head. He chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Every time I touch you on your lower back, you curl your toes.”

“You’re making that up.”

He slid his hands to that area. She groaned and curled her toes. “Okay. Maybe you’re not lying.”

“What else makes you react that way?”

“It wouldn’t be fair to Rhett if I told you all of my secrets. It would be cheating and that’s not how you want to win.”

“No. It’s not.” He tugged at the towel that covered her behind. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go lower?”

She closed her eyes and stifled a moan. “I’m sure.”

“I would like to massage lower.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“You wouldn’t last if I did.”

That comment made Mia to snap her eyes open. “Then do it.”

That towel was off of her in less than half of a second. In one instance it lay on her. In the next moment, it rose in the air and flew out to sea.

“Umm. . .I will need that towel eventually.” she squeezed her thighs together as a breeze skittered along her skin.

“I thought your ass was beautiful in that dress, I had no idea how amazing it would be without anything covering it.” He stood there for several seconds, not touching her or moving.

“Stop playing around and massage me.”

He rubbed his lips a little as if wondering if he really should. 

Mia wished she could read his mind. Surely he debated in his head about something.

“You’re not scared of a woman’s bottom are you?” she joked.

“No. I’m just scared of the woman who owns the bottom.”

“I won’t bite.”

“Do you promise?” His attention remained on her bare ass.

“Yes. I promise.”

He stepped to it with an intense look on his face. “Will you sign something stating that you will not unleash any violence, if I get too captivated with that sexy bottom and go too far?”

“No way.”

“Then let’s hope my brain remains in the game and my hormones don’t take over.” He seized her ass cheeks and it took her breath away. It was something about the way his fingers made contact with her skin, that electrocuted all of her senses.

Her sex clenched into wet knots, instant arousal pushed her over the deep end. 

Mia turned away from him so he wouldn’t see the expression on her face. It would have given away too much and told him that more finger strokes to that area, would place him at the head of the game.

Bad idea. Bad fucking idea.