“THIS IS IT.” FLYNN HELPED Alanna into her silk blouse, tying the strings around her back. The shirt left most of her back bare, and the sarong-pants wrap a matching ivory-white that ruffled gently in the breeze from the open bay windows in their room. “The start to the rest of your life.”

“And yours. One less threat to worry about.”

“Did you tell André the news?”

“Yep. He’s getting ready to tell Gemma.”

He finished tying with a kiss on her elegant neck. “Are you ready for this?”

She turned in his arms, her grin brilliant and sparkling, just like the rest of her. “Are you?”

When her arms wrapped around his neck, his chest filled with hunger. A hunger for Alanna. He lifted her up off her toes from the small of her back and squeezed. “Why do you think I hung around all this time?”

She smirked. “The free food?”

He tilted his head down and kissed her. She didn’t wait to open for him, and he tasted every inch of her mouth. Delicious. He turned and carried her petite form to the cushioned chair by the teak writing desk. She wrapped her legs around him, never releasing his mouth. The fervor between them made his dick harden and stretch against his deck shorts.

There’s no way I’ll make it to the sailboat.

He sat in the chair and let her straddle him. Her center rubbed against him, eager and wanting. Grinding, warm, and relentless.

“We can start our date right here,” she murmured against his lips. “And finish it on the boat. Over and over.”

“As many times as you want.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and cupped her head like a chalice. A sexy, ravenous chalice from which he drank his fill like a survivor on a desert island.

She pulled back, the lust in her eyes as palpable as between her legs. She licked her lips and moaned in delight. Without a word, she leaned toward the table behind them and quickly signed a paper on the desk. A blue folder sat next to it, with a golden hawk stamped on the top.

The pen slapped against the paper when she finished, and her whole body warmed beneath his touch. She looked back at him with another grin. “It’s official.”

He couldn’t help his lips curling up in pride.

“I have one request before we leave on our date,” she continued with another lick of her lip.

“Already so demanding.” His heart skipped when she undid the top button of his linen shirt, the same color green as his eyes.

Her eyes flashed a devilish intent. “Take me on this table. Right now.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He instantly stood and laid her back on the table, right over the document she’d just signed.

With a bite of her lip, she reached back and pulled a pin from her hair, letting the dark lengths drape over the table’s edge. The peaks of her nipples strained against the fabric.

He slipped his fingers beneath her shirt and slid his hands up her belly toward her breasts. Heat radiated from her smooth skin. Every inch raised that delicious coconut scent from her body wash. “You smell like paradise.”

When he reached her breasts, braless and eager for his touch, he squeezed. His dick stretched farther at her hum of pleasure. Teasing her nipples with circles and light pinches elicited the same moans from her lips.

“I’m not going to last very long if you keep up with that,” she panted.

He chuckled and gave an extra pinch. She reached down and helped pull down his shorts and briefs together, his dick jutting out thick and ready.

“You’re so impatient.” He grinned.

Her gaze locked on his, and she pulled on the single string of her sarong pants. Slow, suggestive, and wholly erotic. The fabric fell away, revealing her sweet sex, pink and plump. And bare.

He raised his eyebrows. “No panties.”

Her smirk turned devilish. “I wanted you to remember our date.”

He snickered. “There’s no chance of me forgetting a second of you.”

After rummaging in his pockets on the floor, he found a condom and slipped it on. Anticipation shook his hands, which he settled by gliding them up her thighs to her hips.

“It’s hard to believe I’m this lucky,” he breathed. “To have you in my life.”

Her smile lit up the room.

“The chance that our lives would have even crossed paths…I can run the numbers, if you want.”

“Later,” she giggled. Her fingers reached down and stroked his shaft. His dick jumped at her tight grasp. “For now, run this number all over me.”

She guided him to her entrance, and he thrust home. Alanna gasped. Searing heat squeezed around his cock, snug and slick. The guttural moan from his chest couldn’t be contained. His muscles contracted, and he gripped her hips tighter. Her pelvis wiggled against him, rocking in primal need.

Pink rose on her cheeks, and goosebumps covered her breasts. Her hands reached for him, to grip onto his arms, his elbows, anything she could reach. “More,” she panted.

His shaft pulled out to the tip, and he rammed home again. She yelped and closed her eyes through a smile.

“More of this?” he asked and slammed into her again. And again.

“Yes,” she cried out. “All of it.”

He moved one hand to her neck, caressing her glistening skin, and gripped her shoulder. “I’ll give you everything you want,” he whispered. With the other hand on her hip, he pistoned into her, over and over. She squealed with every thrust and gripped on to the edge of the table behind her head.

The pressure built in his cock and coiled around his sac, tightening up into his gut.

“Yes,” she screamed. Letting go of the desk, her hands found his chest and scratched at his skin, trying to hold on to him. “Yes,” she hollered again. With a final bite on her lip, her whole body jerked under him. Her channel squeezed and throbbed around his dick, pushing him over the brink as well. He growled through his climax and held on to her hips as she jerked and moaned through hers.

Here on the table where she signed her life into finality, and his into reality. They were joined together for the road ahead.