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to my clitoris, until it started to burn and I could feel my orgasm barreling up fast.
    For this, I found my voice.  “I’m going to come,” I panted.  “Please.  Let me come.  Tell me I can come.”
    “Yes, Chloe, come.”  He barked out his response with clear triumph, and it took me a second to realize it was probably because I’d begged his permission.
    With my face buried against Adrian’s shoulder, I smothered my own cry of bliss as my climax took light inside me like an explosion, a flash fire igniting in the sea air and the haze of lust.  My senses filled with shooting stars behind my eyelids and electrical bolts of pleasure coursing along my spine.  With lemon and champagne and the warm spice of rum brought out by the heat of Adrian’s body.  I shuddered against him over and over, jerking erratically, praying he was going to come soon so the friction on my over-sensitized button of nerves would stop before it drove me crazy.
    I wasn’t thinking about the fact that he hadn’t used a condom, again.  Nor was I even actively aware of it as he lifted me from his shaft and laid me back on the sand.  I was just starting to breathe again, my limbs tingling and twitching, as he rolled me onto my stomach and nudged his cock between the cheeks of my ass.  Before I could protest that lubrication was necessary, I realized he wasn’t trying to penetrate me.  He ground against me, against the curve of my ass, until his body tensed and he cursed through clenched teeth.  Warm liquid spilled onto my lower back and down the cleft of my buttocks, Adrian’s hot breath against the nape of my neck.  At that moment, I felt as languid and content as I had just after the deep surrender Adrian had recommended, the other kind .
     
    It was light already by the time I woke up.  The smell of the ocean.  The almost cool air on my bare skin.  I shifted in the sand and remembered where I was, what I’d done, what I’d let Adrian Knight do.
    The morning was still new enough that the light didn’t hurt my eyes as I first opened them.  Untied now, I sat up, sore—everywhere.  My muscles were tired, weak.
    A movement caught the corner of my eye.  There he was, Adrian standing at the edge of the lapping tide, dressed again in his tuxedo pants and shirt, but barefooted and thoughtfully drawing on a cigar and he stared out at the water.
    Three days and two nights, I thought.  That wasn’t long enough to enjoy Ilha de Flor.  And only a week left in the cruise.  Then back to the East Coast, the city.  Back to a job I was growing less passionate about day by day, as it became less and less about mitigation and more and more about litigation, less about preventing environmental damage and more about defending clients once the damage had been done.  I shook my head at myself.  That was how I’d met Penn, when his family’s company had gotten themselves into hot water over gross environmental violations, though the client had been his father, not him.  Like that mattered.  Skirting the limits of ethical issues never turned out well.
    As unobtrusively as possible, I gathered my clothing and started to dress.  I didn’t want to disturb Adrian’s thought, partly because I wasn’t sure how I felt just now.  Sometimes, after I’d let Penn get dominating with me, there was a kind of emotional drop afterward.  Better to find some privacy to process what had happened yesterday.
    I had only gotten my panties on when I heard Adrian’s voice just behind me.  A whiff of cigar smoke, earthy and deep, tickled my throat.
    “Don’t.”  I froze for a moment, partially bent to retrieve my bra.  Though I straightened and turned my head, I didn’t actually look back at Knight.  “Don’t put your clothes back on, not yet.”
    “Why?”
    “I have…”  He paused, and I heard him shift.  His voice was closer, just behind my ear, as he said, “I have a proposition for you.  I want you to stay on Ilha de Flor, with