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into the elevator and the doors closed. Blade made himself a vodka tonic with a twist of lime and set his glass of wine inside the fridge. He stepped back into the patio. Lacinda lay relaxing on a chaise beside the glass wall. Her stilettos set under the chair along with her empty glass.
    “May I refill your glass?”
    Lacinda looked up at him with heavy lids and a slow smile. Another connection flared between them and his cock responded.
    “Yes, please.” The top of her body glided sideways, and she reached under the lounger for the empty glass. Her thighs separated from the effort, leaving only a thin layer of silky rose gown between Blade and the folds of her crevice. He bent over her and retrieved the glass. His cock pressed tight against his zipper, stopping him from bending too far. She reached farther for the handoff exposing her breast.
    God, can I survive the night without completely ravaging her?
    Blade went for the full glass inside the fridge and returned. Lacinda smiled again when he handed her the glass. She took a long swallow and came up from it running the tip of her tongue the length of her upper lip. A shiver ripped down his spine.
    Blade wondered if she knew the power she wielded over his mind and body. He pulled a chair closer and followed her gaze along the horizon. The sunset light would come in from his bedroom on this part of the cruise, opposite the patio, but the view this time of night from either window was spectacular.
    “This is so relaxing. I honestly feel like I’m floating right now, more than just in a ship on the water.”
    Blade watched Lacinda staring at the water, her voice silky like her dress, like her hair, like the curves of her body. He figured she probably was floating from whatever Travis put into the bottle of Sangria, but he knew Mazie would never use anything addictive or hurtful.
    He trusted his partner. She was all about showing others how to let go of their inhibitions and how to bring out who they truly were on their inside. She loved freeing people from themselves. Lacinda would be no exception, just as he had been no exception.
    Blade set his glass on the table they would use for dining. He turned on a CD of an older but still sexy Barry White. The husky voice impassioned the energy in the room even more.
    Lacinda tilted her glass for the last remnants of Sangria. Blade saw her set the empty glass below the chair, apparently unconcerned she was exposing her breast again.
    “Would you like to dance?” Blade reached for her and Lacinda caught his hand. She unceremoniously hauled herself upright, losing the shoulder strap of her dress again. Her entire left breast, pert and pretty, begged for Blade’s palm. He gently slid the material up her arm and watched it trip over her pearled nipple.
    Lacinda’s breath caught for a moment. She leaned into Blade’s chest, raised one slender arm, and curved her fingers around the back of his neck. He held her hand in his right and draped his left arm around her waist. His hand touched the warm skin of her back and pressured her hips into his. Lacinda pressed her hips even closer.
    Blade slowed his step and Lacinda swayed with the gentle rhythm of the music. She pulled her hand from his and wrapped it around his neck, so both hands touched him below his hairline. Her beaded nipples stabbed into his chest and her pubic mound ground into his throbbing erection. Blade’s hands crossed over her naked back, sliding lower until they reached her ass cheeks. He palmed her flesh and ground her into his cock.
    Lacinda’s moan sent a shockwave through Blade. He wanted her, wanted to be inside her. She turned her face up and he couldn’t stop himself from claiming her lips. A tiny moan escaped her again and Blade thought he’d lose himself in her breath. His tongue explored her lips and she opened to him. Her tongue touched his and he thought he’d explode.
    Blade picked Lacinda up, carried her through the penthouse and sat her on his