Sinful Desire

“Enjoy the ride.” A pretty woman in white uniform smiled sweetly at Neil and I, placing a sweaty bottle of red wine and tall wine glasses down on a stool between the white lounge chairs on the deck of the yacht.

“Thank you.” I smiled back at her from my comfortable position on Neil’s chest, with his arm lazily draped around my waist. She gave us a fond smile like she could tell we were newlyweds, then turned around to disappear quietly below deck, leaving us to the privacy of the sweet dark night and the swish sounds of the ocean beneath and around the boat.

I nuzzled into Neil’s chest, pushing his white cruise shirt down the sides of his torso to give me more of his warmth. He squeezed my ass in his hand through the transparent fabric of my tiny white cruise dress and nibbled on my ear. “We’re supposed to be looking at the views.” He chuckled.

I placed a kiss on his chest, curling more into him. “The view of