Pity Flirt

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"Where are you from?" His gaze doesn't leave my face for a moment. I look around the main bar before turning and staring at him, wondering what the fuck is wrong with this man.

I scowl at him. I don't need to be played with. Is he actually talking to me?

"Are you talking to me?" I study his reaction.

He tilts his head as his eyes trace along my skin before he suddenly licks his lips. "Well..." He reaches a hand up to run it through his tousled hair.

Hot damn, his hands are perfect. Golden, manly, large enough to render me completely helpless.

The amusement in his voice is unmistakable and brings me back from my (very dirty) imagination. "You're the only beautiful woman I see," he winks at me, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"I'm the ONLY woman you see," I snap back. I'm instantly mortified as I realize what I've said. I mean, it is true that I am the only remaining woman in the bar but maybe that's not what he meant?

Maybe he's just being nice? No one to get jealous or take his attention. He's probably bored.

He throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, the sexiest sound I've heard all day; rich and deep. It traces a line down my spine, causing me to shiver.

I stare at him, unable to look away, partially because he's gorgeous and partially because I'm confused. This is a pity flirt right? It would most likely end up being a pity fuck if I don't shut it down. My heart sinks.

Yeah, he just saw a poor woman sitting alone at the bar, obviously in distress and saw no other options for getting laid tonight.

He rests his hand on the counter, nibbling on his lip. "Nah, I'm looking at the most beautiful woman on the ship." He gives me that charming half smile.

My eyes slide over to his hands. No, I was not mistaken. Those hands are definitely perfect. I can only imagine how they'd feel tracing over my body, teasing me.

I can't think of anything to say except, "Oh." A silence falls between us and I finally decide to have a sip of my drink. I hum in approval as I close my eyes and savor the mix of flavors.

I force myself to turn my eyes to Adonis. His nostrils are flared and his eyes are heated. I ignore it, knowing it has absolutely nothing to do with me.

"Thank you for covering me but it really wasn't necessary." I wrap my hands around the base of the wide glass.

"No gorgeous woman with a dynamite smile should ever pay for her own drink," he winks.

My cheeks warm. He's flirting hard. I watch him for a moment and an idea pops into my head.

Maybe I should just sleep with him on the rebound. He's obviously trying to get me in bed. Why not enjoy it? I can sneak off in the morning and do a secret walk of shame.

I grimace, thinking about my only other option. I don't feel like walking into Lewis's love nest, even to grab my shit. I'd end up sleeping on the deck. I don't think there are any empty rooms I can be moved to. Even if there were, I don't have the money to cover it.

I bite my lip, contemplating my options. I suck at flirting so that's pointless. Maybe just...

Talk... like a normal person?

I mean, I can do that right?

I decide to shift to the side and face him before I slowly cross my legs, knowing that if nothing else, I have that going for me. His eyes drop down to my legs. He's blatantly checking me out without a lick of embarrassment.

Unlike Lewis, who treated me like a pariah.

I lean forward and a smile slowly spreads across my face.

"I'm from Savannah."

"Savannah..."

"Georgia?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Nice..." He shifts his weight on the chair. I went once on a business trip." He moves a foot until it's resting on a rung on my chair, dangerously close to my leg.

I feel heat rush to my middle, rendering my legs weak and making me wet. He leans in closer until his face isn't more than six inches from mine. "It was hot as fuck... humid too," he smirks at me, his words definitely a double entendre, deliciously so.

His intoxicating scent invades my senses and he's encroaching on my space, his broad shoulders establishing his dominance and his body heat overwhelming. It makes me want to be reckless.

He's got me heated and I'm not just humid. He's gonna have me soaked any second now. I'm close to it and I think he knows.

I try to stay in control but I'm panting. His pupils suddenly dilate and I can see he's ready to take me down. He looks like he wants to slam me up against the wall of the bar and pound me into it, spectators be damned.

Yeah, tonight I'm going to be reckless and sleep with a stranger. I'm going to get my brains fucked out and not think about tomorrow. If he wants to fuck me, I'll let him fuck me. All night long.

He reaches out and gently pushes a piece of hair behind my ear, making me bite back a moan. His fingers skim down the skin on my neck. "What's your name, gorgeous?" His mouth is by my ear, his breath heating me further.

I'm officially soaking wet. The poor bartender is going to have to clean it up. I don't care. I wanna slide down onto Adonis and let him fill me up as I ride him.

"Winter," I breathe. He traces a finger from my hand up my arm.

Holy shit...

I'm feeling drowsy. He's got me drunk on pheromones or whatever the fuck I'm high on. His eyes are even more captivating close up. Teal with flecks of gold and blue.

He's the Caribbean sea and I want to swim in him. But not here. As much as I wanna fuck him on the floor, it wouldn't be good. Too embarrassing to be naked in front of anyone else.

Especially in the light. I tend to turn the lights off during sex. Lewis preferred it that way.

I tamp that thought down.

No way I'm gonna let him ruin this for me.

I'm gonna fuck this gorgeous stranger.

It's then I realize I don't know his name. I really don't want to ruin the mood by calling him Adonis when I'm in the throes of passion.

"What do I call you?"

Well, that sounds dumb but I'm too turned on to think logically.

He pulls back a few inches, his hand softly tracing its way from my shoulder, down the side of my breast until it's sitting on my thigh. High on my thigh... Another two or three inches up and he's going to have my juices on his fingers.

"Blake." He squeezes my thigh, rubbing it with his thumb.

I can't take anymore. I drop my hand to his and slowly slide it up until it's resting directly over my crotch. He sucks in a breath. His eyes are fiery, holding the promise of a night filled with absolute passion.

He leans forward again until his mouth is by my ear, the close proximity a promise of what is to come.

"Let's go," he breathes into my ear, his lips brushing up against it. I make an unintelligible sound of agreement. He stands, still holding my hand and gently helps me off the chair. He's tall; definitely taller than me. Maybe 6 feet?

I don't care; he's hot, he wants me and I'm gonna get some sorely needed loving. I need orgasms and I'm pretty sure he can deliver, what with the way he's got me responding with barely a touch.

He tugs on my hand before pulling me behind him. I can tell that he's eager. His steps are sure and his strides are long. I have to trot to keep up to him but I'm right on his heels.

There's anticipation bubbling up in my stomach but the excitement is stronger. I'm so ready for this.

I'll take this, even if I end up spending tomorrow night under the stars.