Bought For Love

“Is that yours?” she asked as I helped her step out of the car.

“She’s ours,” I corrected before brushing my lips over hers and then leading her toward the wooden dock.

I wanted to take Emma away, to be cut off from the world and make sure there were no distractions to interfere with my plans. So, I’d purchased the yacht and planned to spend the next couple of weeks sailing. I wanted to take her to places she’d never been, but I also intended to take advantage of the solitude and many, many places to fuck.

I wanted to be completely alone, but the ship needed to be run, and a man in my position, especially one who now had a gorgeous wife to protect, needed security. I’d hired a skeleton crew, and they’d all been screened through a friend’s security and staffing firm. Every employee doubled as security. They were all discreet and knew how to be invisible.

I ushered her onto the ship and gave her a tour while our luggage was loaded into the master suite on the lower deck. After showing her around, I left her to get settled in our bedroom and met with the crew to go over travel plans and oversee our launch.

It took a little searching before I found her in the main salon, sitting on an overstuffed couch and staring out the double doors that led to the vast main deck.

“Emma,” I called softly, so I wouldn’t startle her. Despite my effort, she jumped from her seat and whipped around in surprise.

“You scared the crap out of me!” Her hand flew to her chest, drawing my eyes to her tits as they rapidly rose and fell.

I laughed when I looked back up at her face and saw her adorably outraged expression. Putting my hands up in a sign of surrender, I smiled tenderly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. But I was hoping you’d join me for dinner and dessert under the stars.”

Her face softened, and her eyes brightened with excitement. “Sounds romantic.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby,” I replied with a grin.

We headed back to our room to change and found all of our things had been unpacked and put away. Emma wandered into the walk-in closet/dressing room I pointed to while I went to the other. I donned a pair of swim trunks and a long-sleeved, linen shirt that I left unbuttoned.

“You should have plenty of bathing suits and wraps to choose from,” I called to her as I stepped out of the dressing room.

She shrieked suddenly, and I shot over to the closet and threw open the doors to see what was wrong. Emma was standing in front of one of the dressers, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open and bits of cloth dangling from her hands.

“What’s wrong?” I glanced around, looking for the threat.

“You call these bathing suits?” she yelled before throwing the contents of one hand at me.

I pulled the fabric from where it landed on my head and couldn’t help grinning. “That’s what the saleswoman told me.” I winked at her and tossed the pink, G-string bottom back to her.

Emma let it fall at her feet and fisted her hands, planting them on her hips as she stared at me incredulously. “You actually expect me to wear these?”

I stalked over to her and placed my palms on her delicious ass, yanking her into my body. “Personally,” I purred, “I prefer your birthday suit.”

She gasped and then sputtered some incoherent words before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“That was a terrible line, Miles.” She shook her head in mock disappointment.

“I’ll work on it.” I leaned around her and dug through the drawer she had open. Once I found the tiny top that matched the pink bottom, I placed it in her hand and finally let her go. Stepping backward, I moved toward the exit as I pointed at the suit I’d picked. “Wear that, please. I’m begging you.”

She blushed and tried to hide her smile as she rolled her eyes. “We’ll be alone?”

“After dinner is served, so wear one of the silky robes over it until then.”

She nodded and started to turn, then her eyes dropped from my face to take in my own attire and she froze. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips, and her eyes filled with heat. I groaned at her expression and shook my head, leaving before I fucked her right there on the floor.

We ate dinner at a small table on the sun deck as night fell. It began to cool down as we cruised out on the ocean, but the area was heated, so we stayed warm. After our meal was cleared away, a server brought out a basket and set it beside the lounge bed that lay at the foot of a large Jacuzzi. I dismissed the staff for the evening and guided Emma over to the plush pillows.