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head near her wet pussy, even though nothing was there. It rubbed lightly along her wet slit, up and down, up and down, teasing her ready opening with its presence. Her hips strained, searching for it, searching for the sweet feeling of release. Never had her imagination felt so real.
    Had it been so long that she now was forced to recreate the pleasure of a cock in her mind? The answer to that question scared her. She buried the thought deep within her brain and locked it away.
    The shower hit harder upon her clit, sending liquid waves of desire coursing through her blood as it vibrated hard and hot against her tender flesh. She rocked herself against it, enjoying the erotic feel as tremors racked at her body. She clutched at the wall, the door, herself. She slid her hands over her breasts, toying with her now tender nipples, dipping to part the folds of her clenching pussy. Each stroke sent her muscles into tightening fits. Clare rode the waves of her orgasm one right after another. She’d never been a very orgasmic woman and was surprised to find herself brought to such a fierce climax by a shower.
    Clare whimpered softly as pleasure ran rampant through her, knowing she had to stay quiet lest Kira hear her and come running. Her head fell back on her shoulders as she once more fought for control over her shaking limbs. It was almost too much to bear.
    A low moan sounded. Clare stopped. Did she just make that sound? She stood, shower beating in a steady rhythm as she listened. All beyond the shower was silent.
    She chuckled nervously, as images of possible voyeurs played in her head. Wouldn’t that have been lovely? It would just be her luck that she’d find her first real orgasm in nearly a year and the creepy, oversized porter would be the one to share it with her.
    “Have a nice day.” She heard the monotone voice in her head.
    Taking a deep breath, she turned off the shower. Pushing the hair back from her face, she wrung what water she could from it. Then, pushing open the stall door, she stepped out on wobbly legs. It bounced shut behind her, making a loud crash. The temperature in the bathroom was perfect and she was glad she’d remembered to turn the thermostat on.
    Rubbing the water from her eyes, she blinked, reaching to the side of the shower for her towel. Her fingers met with the wall. She glanced up, frowning, arms still outreached and searching.
    “ Mm ,” came a deep voice as smooth as silk. “The brochure didn’t mention this in its list of entertainments. I’d have been inclined to book a cruise sooner if it had.”
    Clare jolted in surprise. She blinked as she turned to the sound. Her mouth fell open in shock. That was no creepy porter sitting on the small couch along the bathroom wall. For a moment she couldn’t move, couldn’t comprehend that the most gorgeous guy she’d ever laid eyes on had watched her take a shower—had been watching her as she pleasured herself, as she played with her nipples, as she came over and… Clare was speechless. She stared, fearfully waiting for the man to disappear. Her mind raced as she tried to remember what they’d taught her in self-defense class.
    His short dark hair was tipped with blond highlights, not so much in a “streaky boy band” way, but more of a “sexy adult you want to eat him for breakfast” sort of way. His hair was longer on top and a stray lock fell over his temple, directing her gaze to his dark, penetrating eyes. Orbs of deep brown gazed lazily at her, sated from the sex show she’d just starred in. His expression seemed almost playful, kind, like he was only teasing her. He seemed familiar. It was almost as if she knew him. But that was impossible.
    “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. Confusion passed over his face. “Could you not detect me here?”
    Clare blinked, wondering at the strange sense of calmness that washed over her at his words. Her body relaxed and she no longer felt scared. It was almost like the emotions