Former Navy SEAL Scott Specter cast his eyes across the gray, choppy water, then lifted them to the sky. With luck he was only two hours from home, but two hours could feel like forever in bad conditions, especially with a lame engine and a difficult passenger.
The pretty, auburn-haired girl had paid cash and booked a seven-day charter around the islands. It had been just the two of them, and while he genuinely liked her and thoroughly enjoyed her vivacious personality, there had been times he’d been tempted to jerk her over his knee, spank her breathless, return her money and call it quits.
He’d played in a band before he joined the military, and she reminded him of the girls who would hang around the rock clubs in Hollywood. They’d been flirty, and full of smartass remarks. She needed to have her butt slapped scarlet just as they had.
He’d even threatened her.
But in spite of her attitude, or perhaps because of it, she was sexy as hell.
The very first night they’d shared a bottle of wine under the stars. After the first glass he’d wanted to clutch her long, disheveled auburn mane with both hands, and devour her ridiculously kissable mouth. Following the second, he was ready to sweep her up, carry her to his cabin, throw her on his bed and ravage her.
But it wasn’t just her sexy body and attitude.
A rare chemistry had evolved between them.
Though she could be aloof at times, those moments were fleeting, and he sensed it was more preoccupation than snobbery.
When she’d mentioned the people she worked for could be difficult, then quickly changed the subject, he’d sensed there was something troubling her, but after only two days he didn’t feel comfortable asking her.
Yet he wanted to.
It was unlike him to care so quickly, but as she made her way toward him in the choppy seas, he did care, a lot, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her.
“So? Will we make it?” she called, breaking into his thoughts.
His worry turned into anger and bubbled up. Though the weather appeared to be worsening, and the temperature dropping, she was still wearing only a bikini. Worse, he’d told her more than once to put on her lifejacket, and she had completely ignored him.
“Dammit, Beth, where’s your—?”
“Don’t say it,” she retorted, cutting him off. “I hate those things. They’re bulky and uncomfortable. Besides, I can swim.”
“Put it on! Now!”
“I’ll just stay inside.”
“Do you hear the wind?” he shouted, glaring at her.
“Of course I hear the wind,” she replied, her brow crinkling as she scowled back at him.
“Do you hear anything else?”
She paused, tilting her head to the side. “Uh, no, what else is there to hear except the waves hitting the boat. Is that what you mean?”
“The engines, do you hear them? No, because they’re playing up.”
“Shit. The engines,” she repeated, her irritated frown turning to one of worry. “Will we make it back? Are you okay with this?”
“No, I’m not okay, but I’m confident.”
The yacht suddenly pitched, throwing her off balance. Lunging forward, he caught her in the nick of time, but he’d hit his breaking point. Urgently bustling her across the deck, he pushed her into the salon.
“Dammit, Beth, this time you’ve gone too far,” he scolded, tightening his grip on her arm, but with an unexpected jerk, she managed to pull away. “Why do you have to be such a brat?”
“Why do you have to be so fucking strict about everything?” she retorted, her eyes blazing back at him as she darted behind a table out of his reach.
“Number one, I don’t want anything to happen to you, and number two, rules are in place for a reason. They need to be followed—and enforced if necessary.”
“Hey, I hired you. You work for me.”
“Not anymore, I quit. When we reach the marina you can take your stuff and leave, but I’m going to make sure you arrive in one piece. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He suddenly bolted toward her, but anticipating his move, she was already racing toward the cabins.
“Dammit,” he growled, racing after her. “I’m going to spank you so hard…”
“Promises, promises,” she quipped, laughing out loud as she ducked into her cabin, but as she was about to slam the door shut, he pushed his foot across the threshold.
“Have you ever been spanked, Beth, and I mean, properly?”
“What kind of a question is that?”
“I didn’t think so,” he muttered. “This is long overdue.”
Before she could respond, he was inside and grabbing her arm. Bustling her back into the salon, he dropped onto the padded bench lining the wall and jerked her over his lap.
“Count yourself lucky,” he exclaimed as he began slapping her backside, moving his hand from cheek to cheek.
“Lucky? Are you crazy?” she protested, squirming on his thighs.
“I could’ve just let you fall into the water. In fact, I might just throw you in when I’m done. Will that get the message across?”
“Let me go,” she wailed. “What fucking message? What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What I should’ve done two days ago,” he snapped, landing a volley of rapid-fire swats across her bikini’d backside.
“Stop, ow, stop, ow, ow, let me go.”
“I’ll decide when I’m going to stop,” he exclaimed, blasting his hand from cheek to cheek, “just like I decide everything else on my boat. Getting back to shore with little or no engine will be tough enough, especially if the weather worsens, and I don’t need to deal with your bullshit as well. From now on you’ll do what I say, when I say. That’s the message! Got it?”
“Yes, fuck, ow, ow, you’re hurting me.”
“This is what happens to brats,” he scolded, yanking her bikini bottom into the cleft of her cheeks and continuing to wallop her reddening skin.
“I’ll behave, I will, I swear.”
He paused, staring at her scarlet bottom as her whimpered words moved gratifyingly through his dominant soul, then yanking her off his lap, he jumped to his feet.
“Put this on,” he ordered, snatching up the lifejacket she’d left on the table and thrusting it into her chest.
“Yes, Captain,” he said sternly, though stifling a grin. Her face was blushing as red as her punished backside. “That’s how you’ll refer to me until you’re off my boat. It will remind you who’s in charge. Let me hear it.”
“Give me any more trouble and I’ll whip your ass so hard you won’t sit comfortably for a couple of days. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, Captain, I’ll be good,” she promised, sounding like a sorry little girl as she slid into the bright orange vest.
“Stay here, and don’t do anything without me telling you. Got it?”
For the past three days, sailing across the tranquil seas, Beth had purposely provoked the ruggedly handsome, sandy-haired captain. His milk chocolate eyes, chiseled features, and tanned, muscled body were enough to turn any girl’s head. But it was his subtle, confident authority and the wicked twinkle in his eye that titillated her.
Testing men was a game she played.
At times he’d laughed, other times he’d scowled and shot her a scolding look, and twice he’d threatened to put her over his knee.
She hadn’t believed him for a second.
She’d been wrong.
Not only had he made good on his threat and left her ass sore, her face humiliatingly red, and her pulse racing, he was terminating her charter.
As she stared out at the choppy gray seas and even grayer skies, she saw the wind picking up, but she wasn’t worried about the conditions. She trusted Captain Scott’s seamanship. She was far more concerned about the man who had sent her to scout the islands. He’d be furious if she told them she’d had to stop her work prematurely. If she couldn’t persuade Captain Scott to continue the trip, she’d have to hang out on the island until it was time to leave, then lie to her demanding boss when she returned to L.A.
As the miles sailed by, she watched the skilled captain tame the huge sails, apparently unruffled by the squall. When the engine coughed and sputtered, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to do it. Though she found herself wondering if he’d be as accomplished in bed, the thought was fleeting. She had other problems to think about.
Her life was difficult.
Sometimes felt impossible.
And was decidedly dangerous.
After being in such a warm, tranquil environment with the captivating captain, she didn’t want to leave the yacht and return to Los Angeles. Just the thought sent a shudder through her body, but she was in too deep, and she’d started something she was determined to finish. Taking a long deep breath and closing her eyes, she prayed for answers.
“We made it.” Scott’s clear, self-assured voice echoed through the salon.
Opening her eyes and staring across at him, she discovered he was drenched.
“I’ll refund the remaining four days.”
“No, you don’t have to,” she said softly, rising to her feet. “Scott, I’m sorry about before. I acted like an idiot. You’ve been great. This trip has been…” Suddenly caught up in an unexpected swell of emotion, her voice trailed off.
“I appreciate the apology, but—”
“Please don’t cancel the rest of the trip. I promise I’ll be a model passenger.”
He paused. “Uh, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. The engine needs work.”
“How long will it take?” she asked, sensing a ray of hope.
“That’s hard to say. I need a part, and it will take a few days to get here. Once I start work there’s a chance I might find another issue. It will be at least a week before I’ll be taking her out again.”
“I can’t stay that long,” she mumbled, “but, uh, would it be possible to hang out on the boat?”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re a brat-and-a-half,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Why would I let you do that?”
“You swear?” he growled, suddenly sliding his hands into her hair. His grip tightened.
She caught her breath. “What are you—?”
But his lips cut her off with a crushing kiss.
Marching back into the weather and trying to ignore his raging erection, Scott had focused on navigating the rough seas and sailing the boat safely home. But when the danger had passed, and he’d returned to the salon, Beth had meekly apologized and begged him to let her stay.
His manhood surging to life for a second time, he’d fisted her hair and consumed her lips. Now sweeping her up, he hastily carried her into his cabin, tossed her on the bed, and swiftly tore off her clothes. Quickly peeling off his wet sweatshirt and shorts, he roughly clasped her perfect breasts, lowered his lips to her puckered nipples, and hungrily drew them into his mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he grunted, moving his fingers into her pussy.
She squirmed against his hand.
“I can’t help it.”
Abruptly kneeling up and grabbing her ankles, he flipped her over, clutched her hips, pulled her up, and landed a flurry of stinging slaps. “I’m still in charge,” he scolded as he spanked. “If you keep testing me—”
“No, Scott, please, I’m already sore!”
“And your point is…?” he demanded, his hard hand whisking across her sit spots.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll do as you say.”
He stopped, then smoothed his palm across her hot skin. “Now you know what will happen if you don’t, right, Beth?”
“Stick with Captain.”
Leaning over her, he opened a small box on the bedside shelf, pulled out a condom, ripped the packet with his teeth, and slid the thin sheath over his rampant manhood. “Remember, stay still!” he ordered, but he’d softened his tone.
As she let out a bleating moan and dropped her head into the pillows, a knowing smile crossed his lips.
He’d guessed right.
She had been testing him.
Separating her swollen pussy lips with his thumbs, he gazed at her glistening flesh, placed himself at her entrance, but rested there, purposely teasing her.
“Ooh, Captain, please…?”
“You have a gorgeous pussy,” he murmured, running his finger around her clit, then slowly thrust forward. “Damn, you feel good,” he grunted, closing his eyes and staying buried inside her.
But a gasp caught his attention.
“Is something wrong, Beth?”
“No, God, no, you do too,” she crooned. “Your cock feels amazing, like it was made to be inside me.”
Her comment sent the blood rushing through his loins. Pulling back, he tightened his grip and plunged inside her. She cried out and arched her back, and he took that to mean she wanted more. He obliged, thrusting in and out with gusto, then paused, before languidly pumping.
“Please, Captain, can I touch myself?”
“Am I hearing things, or are you actually asking for permission?”
“I’m asking for permission, Captain.”
“You’re a quick learner. Yeah, you can, but you’d better not come until I say.”
“I won’t, I promise. I know you’re in charge.”
Though not lacking for female company, his dominant soul had been deprived for too long. Beth Cameron had purposely provoked him, and now she was reaping what her submissive soul craved. As her fingers moved between her legs and searched out her clit, he guessed she was just as elated as he was.
Clutching her waist, he pumped with strong, slow strokes, paying close attention to her subtle moans and cries.
Her orgasm was building.
So was his.
He slowed, then paused, staying buried deep inside her, savoring her hot, tight channel, but his sailor’s soul became aware of the wind picking up. Though the boat was on auto pilot, and he didn’t want their coupling to come to an end, he needed to return to the helm. He quickened his pace.
“I’m so close,” she panted. “Please, can I—?”
He abruptly stopped. “What did you say?”
“Nothing,” she mewled breathlessly.
He began again, leisurely sliding in and out until his need overwhelmed him, then clutching her tightly, he increased the speed and force of his strokes.
“Come,” he commanded, “come for me now, right now!”
A high-pitched squeal echoed through the cabin.
It was the last thing he heard before he exploded.
Spasm after spine-tingling spasm shuddered through his body, until finally spent, he slipped out and collapsed beside her. Closing his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest, he sank into the mattress. It had been a long time since he’d felt such a strong connection, and Beth’s uninhibited surrender had taken his breath away.
“Don’t you have to steer this thing into the marina?”
His eyes popped open.
She was leaning over him holding a box of tissues.
“Thanks,” he replied, lifting out several and removing the condom. “I don’t have to worry about that yet. We’re at least half an hour away.”
“Um, I don’t think so.”
Sitting up and looking out the window, he was shocked to find they were sailing through the bay.
“Shit,” he muttered, hurriedly climbing from the bed and pulling on his shorts.
Dashing up to the helm, he discovered the wind had picked up significantly. Astonished to see how far they’d traveled, he took control of the vessel and began guiding it safely toward the wharf. Perhaps letting her stick around would be a good idea after all.
In her cabin, Beth frantically finished packing. She hadn’t expected Scott’s fervent, demanding kiss, or that he would master her the way he mastered his yacht.
If she stayed, she’d become emotionally involved.
She couldn’t let that happen. Though succumbing to the captain’s passion had been a mistake, she instinctively trusted him, but pushing the thought to the back of her mind, she quickly double-checked to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.
Peering out the window, she realized Scott was backing the catamaran into its space. Taking a deep breath and perching on the edge of the bed, she steeled herself for what she was about to do. Finally rising to her feet, she headed up to the deck. Scott had secured the lines to the dock and was jumping back on board.
“Hey,” he said with a warm grin.
“Hey, yourself,” she replied, managing to smile back. “I have a really big favor to ask. I’m craving a latte, but a sexy sailor just bonked my brains out and I don’t have the energy to walk to the café.”
He laughed, a happy contagious laugh that made her want to change her mind.
“Sure, and I’ll pick us up some of those pastries you liked,” he replied, then grabbing her around the waist, he jerked her against his body. “Behave while I’m gone,” he warned, then abruptly releasing her, he turned and marched away.
Hurrying back to the cabin, she picked up her bag and purse, waited a couple of minutes, then left the boat and scurried away.