Free First and Ten by Michel Prince

was like a
kid trying to pick out what sweet treat she wanted, but not wanting
to seem too anxious.
    “Looks like I’m being served dessert early,”
he purred as he leaned in close to kiss her one last time. “You
okay with me having it out here?” he asked as he tugged her panties
down swiftly, making her squeal a bit and cover her lips with the
tips of her fingers.
    When he ducked under her skirt, the sweet
scent of her body hit him and the tip of his cock tingled. His
fingers tightened around her thick thighs as he steadied himself,
afraid he’d come just from the taste of her. He needed to pace
himself or he’d end up opening himself up to another damn paternity
suit. If only he could control his damn cock as well as he’d
trained his emotions.
    A swish sounded right as his lips made
contact to her soft folds and she smacked his head. Fuck him. For a
millisecond he tasted her and wanted more. Like he gave two shits
that someone came out on the deck. Dani went from a lounging
position to scooting back against the chair so her pussy was no
longer visible.
    With a flip to her skirt, he popped his head
out and then arranged her skirt back over her legs. “There goes his
tip,” Rome growled, then turned to look down the side of the boat
where Jack was carrying a silver platter, two drinks and a set of
chocolate desserts. “He’s a friend of your dad’s isn’t he?”
    “More of a business owner my father uses
regularly.” The flush on Dani’s cheeks wasn’t from the cool weather
or the brief moment his lips had touched a set of hers. Nope, pure
embarrassment as she leaned over and placed her hands on her knees.
“You know the worst thing about being at Navy Pier?”
    “What’s that?”
    “Too many people around for you to continue
in your truck.”
    “How soon can we turn toward shore?” Rome
asked as he pushed up from his kneeling position and stood to face
Jack.
    “You have another forty-five minutes in the
tour.”
    “Bet your wife would like it if you got off
early, but still got paid the same.”
    “I’ll talk to the captain. I’m sure we can
make it back to the docks in about fifteen minutes or so.”
    “Something tells me I’m not the only fast one
on the boat. Everyone gets an extra hundred if we get there in less
than ten.”
    “Very good, sir.”
    Jack tried to keep his walk even until Rome
called out, “nine minutes and forty-three seconds.” Then it turned
into a scamper. Soon, the yacht was clipping along Lake Michigan
and Dani had to brace herself against Rome. Double win in his
mind.
    “We might need to go inside or that chocolate
cake will never get eaten,” she called above the roar of the boat
and wind.
    “This cake?” he questioned as he picked up
the confection with his hands because a fork could easily turn into
a weapon when they hit a swell. He held it to her lips then quickly
took a bite himself. “Oh yeah, we need to eat this cake. It’s
amazing.”
    “I know it is,” she grumbled. “It’s my
favorite.”
    “This is?” Rome teased as he took the second
piece and started walking backward toward the door to the dining
room. Dani followed, her pace quickening as he held the two pieces
of cake above his head until she crashed into him with a great wrap
up tackle. Looking down into her cool blue eyes, he couldn’t resist
offering her a bite of cake.
    With a jolt, the yacht hit a swell and they
both fell against the glass door. The cake he had at her lips
smashed into her face and fell down her shirt.
    “Please say some of that fell inside your
sweater?” he purred, imagining licking the butter cream icing from
her body with bits of chocolate.
    Dani’s tongue licked at the cake covering her
lips as she burst into a fit of laughter and slid to the deck.
Sitting with her knees bent, she gathered herself as she wiped more
of the cake from her face, then looked up at him still standing
above her.
    “The rest of that piece is mine you know,”
she stated as her