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I get goosebumps seeing my hand cup his beautiful face. “You taught me what it was like to be unable to…” I frown as I swallow the lump in my throat.

“To what?” He rolls my hand over and kisses the inside of my wrist, his tongue gently caressing my skin.

If I was a cat I would be purring. “To defy all logic. To want someone so bad that you don’t care about the consequences,” I whisper.

Our eyes lock and the look he gives me feels like it could get me pregnant. I’m not even joking. Get here, straddle me, and ride my fucking cock are its precise words.

Well, that’s what it says to me anyway.

As if reading my mind, he rolls his lips to hide his smile. “I think I know how that feels,” he mutters under his breath.

I drain my glass in one gulp. Stop drinking, fool.

“How did you…?” I hesitate. “How did you go from a marine to working on that ship?” I ask.

He blows out a deep breath as if knowing this question was coming. “I took a two-year gap from the Navy and was looking to pick up some casual work.”

I frown. “So, you just thought oh fuck it, I will go and work on a drug ship.”

He looks at me deadpan.

I bite my bottom lip to stop my champagne guzzling mouth up.

You really need to stop talking now, stupid.

“I was offered a job to fly a Japanese businessman on and off his ship on his private chopper. The pay was good and it was casual. Just the type of thing I was looking for. I didn’t want to be locked into a position because I was eventually going back to the Navy, and I could live in my home town while I did it.”

I sip my champagne as I listen. “Where is home to you?” I ask.

“New York.”

I smile. New York… who knew? I clink my glass with his to celebrate my new found information.

He smirks and sips his drink.

“What then?”

He shrugs. “I did that for about twelve months and it was the perfect job. I worked three days a week with no hassles.”

I frown, feeling like this story isn’t adding up.

“I got to know the guy I was working for and he seemed alright. Anyway, one day I was waiting at the helipad for him to arrive in his limo and I was approached by another man. His private pilot had recently become ill and he needed someone he could trust to take him to his ship urgently.”

I sit back in my seat, disturbed.

“He offered me fifty thousand dollars.”

I frown. “F-for one trip?” I stammer.

He nods.

“So you did it.”

He nods. “I was getting three grand a trip from the other guy.”

My heart sinks.

He shakes his head in disgust in himself. “I knew for him to offer me that kind of money he had to be into some pretty heavy stuff.” He pauses.