Loan Shark Love

Natalie snaps her fingers in my face. “You’re drooling, Don Juan.”

Rose lets out a sweet little laugh.

I think Natalie will be good for her. Maybe not good for me, but she’s my burden to bear. I try not to laugh.

“I’ll get the staff to grab the boat once they’re in,” I say, kissing Rose on the forehead. “You two can go get ready.”

“I want lobster rolls, Grey,” Natalie calls after me as I leave. I hear them whispering, and then she says, “And Rose wants you to make sure I get lobster rolls!”

I hear them laughing, and I can’t help but smile.

“Whatever Rose wants,” I call back from the hallway, and I think I can hear Natalie huff.

I know that Natalie is busy, so I call myself to have the bakery looked after, but I don’t get the response I assumed I would when I ask.

“None of them are here, sir,” one of my men says. “The Goblins are all gone.”

CHAPTER NINE

Rose

Grey stares at me in my bikini, his gaze hungry, and I think he wants to eat me up.

Or out, maybe.

And strangely enough or not I don’t feel the need to cover myself for fear of anyone seeing my curves. Grey has helped me in this way.

It’s a big boat or a yacht, and I wonder if there’s anywhere inside we can sneak off to. I need to feel him again like I did last night.

“You look like you want to swallow me whole,” Grey whispers in his deep voice as I stand by the railing, his lips at my ear as he comes to stand behind me. “What’s on your mind, Rosie?”

The driver starts the engine, and Natalie has Grey’s security guard help her lay out a thick blanket on the bottom deck, right in the bright sun’s golden glow.

“I’m thinking about you,” I tell Grey honestly. “About this,” I whisper as I reach a hand down and squeeze him where no one can see.

“The boat’s cabin has an inner room with a bed,” Grey murmurs, kissing my earlobe.

“What are we waiting for then?” I ask, and Grey wraps his arms around my waist, spinning me around as I laugh.

“We’ll be back in a little while,” he tells Natalie distractedly as he pulls me to the entrance of the inner portion of the boat. “I’m going to show Rose around the yacht.”

Natalie raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I bet,” she says, shaking her head with a snort.

I’m giddy with excitement as he tugs on my hand, and we crowd into the empty inner cabin like two giddy teenagers.

A lavish-looking leather couch is built into the wall, opposite a TV and a kitchenette to one side. There’s a small hallway that must lead to a bathroom and then a door beyond that, which Grey leads me into. Behind us, I can hear Natalie and Anderson talking quietly.

The small door opens to a tiny room with a fold-out bed and a little TV on the polished wooden wall. A sci-fi movie is playing, and I know that one of Grey’s staff must have turned it on because it was the same on the other TV.

Grey likes sci-fi and fantasy stuff, that’s good to know. There are stacks of books that are piled on the floor by the bed, and I look at Grey, raising my eyebrows.

“This is just one of my smaller boats,” he admits, looking the smallest bit embarrassed by the admission. “I actually use it on weekends to read and fish.”

“And now you use it for this,” I say boldly, standing in my bikini in front of him.

He stares at me for a moment, and then he locks the door behind us with a soft click. The window above the bed looks out over the lake, and the glimmer of the sun’s rays spreads across the room.

I feel safe and warm here with my man.

Grey comes to me, and he dips down to press open-mouthed kisses down my neck. I let out a soft sound, digging my fingers into the steel hair at his nape.

“You look so damn beautiful,” Grey says, standing back to look at me.

He looks at me as if I’m a priceless painting or something to be admired and protected. I don’t feel any sort of embarrassment or any sort of need to cover myself in front of him as I might have done before he had come into my life.

His hand brushes over my chest, and he slips the straps of my purple bikini top from my shoulders, leaving my breasts naked and my nipples pebbled in the cool air.

Grey brushes a thumb across my breast, and then his mouth closes over the soft skin, his tongue flicking gently. I toss my head back, all too aware that my soft moans can be heard from outside the room and not caring in the slightest.