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them.” Her heart ached for Liam and Nico’s loss.
    Next to their yacht, another of a similar length and four-level height, had berthed. Ben raced past it toward them, his blue gaze fixed on her. Outfitted in black shorts and a shirt, his blond hair whipped about his shoulders in the breeze. She grinned. “You’re up.”
    “And you should have woken me when you decided to come outside.” He stopped in front of her, hands on his hips.
    “You were out of it.” She linked her arm through the crook in his.
    “Dylan said you were taking a look around.”
    “I didn’t get very far.” She stepped on board, wandered downstairs and into her room.
    “Why is your foot bandaged?” He shut the door.
    “It’s my ankle, and it’s a plaster.”
    “That doesn’t explain how you got hurt.”
    “I got nicked by the cleaner’s trolley.” On her tiptoes, she kissed his chin. “I met the resident doctor. A very nice man.”
    “For a simple cut?” He appeared so serious, his brow creased and his gaze as watchful as ever.
    “Yes, they’ve got exceptional service around here. He even took a walk with me and made sure I hadn’t suffered any lasting injuries.” She kicked off her sandals, plopped down on the leather couch and rested her head on the decorative blue pillow. “How was your sleep?”
    “Lonely toward the end.” Ben lifted her feet, eased in beside her and set them back on his lap. He stroked her calves. “Though I had an extraordinary dream.”
    “Want to share?” She crossed her arms behind her head.
    “I imagined you on your hands and knees beneath me, your back to my front as I slid right into you.” He skimmed one hand over her knee and along her outer thigh. His eyelids lowered and his breath came harder. So did hers.
    “Well then, next time I’ll let the cleaner ram her trolley into someone else and I’ll stay and play out your dream with you.”
    “We could play now if you want? We did agree on an entire day.” He smoothed around to her inner thigh, his roaming touch setting her pulse fluttering below. “How sore are you?” He flicked the hem of her lacy yellow-paneled top up and exposed her midriff. Gently, he traced her belly button, his gaze on hers.
    “I’m aching”—she lifted her leg and slid her toes over his crotch—“for some of this package you’ve got on the rise.”
    “I also dream of seeing you ride me.” He spanned her waist, his fingertips grazing the underside of her breasts. Slowly he lifted her and straddled her across his lap. “Do you think that would be possible for us to play that dream out too?”
    “You don’t even need to ask.” Wanting and prepared to fulfill all of his dreams, she leaned in and kissed him.
    * * * *
    “I take it that’s a yes?” Unlike his father, Ben would never take a woman by force. Which meant he needed to hear Saria’s complete agreement, no matter her actions spoke louder than words.
    “Let me see.” She unbuttoned his black shirt, separated the material and pressed her mouth against his flat nipple. She sucked, and a deep coil of longing flared inside him.
    “Answer me.” He pressed her head tighter to his chest. If she said no, he was sunk.
    “Yes. My breasts even throb when I kiss you like this.” She razzed her teeth over the tip as he’d done to her nipples that morning. “I’m getting very wet.”
    He shoved a hand under her shirt and cupped her bare breast. Damn, she’d gone out without a bra. She better be wearing panties. He popped the dome on her denim shorts, slid the zipper down and smoothed his fingertips over her satin underwear.
    “I want to ride you, be underneath you, or any other position you fantasize about. If you can imagine it, I’m in.”
    At her words, lust shot straight to his cock and it rose and speared into her bottom.
    “Nice.” She wriggled against him. “I see you like sexy talk.”
    “I like anything you have to say.” He pinched her nipple, and she pushed deeper into his