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areoles were big and
round and her nipples were huge and erect.
    She cried
out his name again.
    His gut
twisted. Sexual hunger tore through him. His cock hardened to a
painful throb. He winced.
    Her
feminine aroma made him dizzy with need.
    He needed
relief. Big time. He had to get out of here before the last shred
of his self-control tore away and he climbed on top of her and made
love to her.
    He could
barely walk as he slipped out of her room. Up in the wheelhouse, he
pulled up anchor and started the engine. Thankfully, the rumble
drowned her sexy hot sounds, but her scent continued to cloak him
and taunt him.
    Defeat
made him curse. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around his
thick erection. With his other hand, he stroked the growing length.
Instantly, pleasure spiralled along his shaft. He squeezed his eyes
shut and let his breath escape between his slightly parted
lips.
    With a
steady rhythm, he rubbed himself harder and faster. His body
tightened. Sensations, hot and sharp, snapped along his length. His
thoughts and his restraint disintegrated. He thrust his cockhead
against a nearby computer console, gasping at the cool hardness of
the smooth plastic.
    Pleasure
exploded into shudders and poured through him. His legs weakened.
He cried out Miranda’s name as his release shot out of
him.
    * * * *
*
    Have
mercy! Miranda moaned as she awoke to arousal coursing through her
and the cracking of her heart beating way too loudly in her
ears.
    Oh wait. It wasn’t her heart. Someone was hammering. It took her a few
seconds to orient herself as a foreign room rolled into view. Then
she remembered. She wasn’t making love with Gray as she’d been
dreaming, but she was sleeping in the yacht.
    She’d
been unusually tired and wickedly aroused all last night and before
turning in to sleep she’d left a note for Gray, telling him not to
worry about making noise. That extra wall and everything that came
with it, plus the new bathroom, had to be finished and she needed
to get away from him as soon as possible. These sex dreams she was
having about him were breaking down her resistance to
Gray.
    Her pussy
convulsed just thinking of him. She could smell him too. Sweat,
soft-scented soap and prime male. She inhaled deeply and allowed
his smell to invade all her senses. She trembled as images of Gray
erupted inside her mind again.
    Visions
of his muscular arms wrapping around her waist, and holding her
steady. Of her looking down and watching his thick, pulsing shaft
slide into her pussy.
    Oh! This
was getting utterly ridiculous. Why couldn’t she stop thinking
about him?
    Maybe you should fuck him , a naughty
voice prodded from somewhere in the back of her mind.
    Shut up ! Shut
up !
    She
needed to get out of bed and into the shower. A cold shower. Then
she’d figure out what to do next.
    * * * *
*
    Gray
admired the partially completed bathroom he’d been working on all
afternoon. While Miranda had been in the throes of her sleep
fantasies, he’d pulled up anchor and motored along the coast in
record time. The fuel tanks had been refilled with diesel at Prince
Rupert and he’d picked up some of the supplies at the other ports
Jack had indicated on the itinerary.
    Late
morning, he’d anchored in a secluded bay along the southern coast
of British Columbia. He’d had a quick bite to eat from the food
supplies they’d brought along and then set upon work. Since he was
a carpenter, certified electrician and a plumber, he’d been able to
work quickly and efficiently on parts of all the rooms.
    He’d
tried to remain as quiet as possible, knowing Miranda would need
her rest so she could take over the helm during the night, but the
compressor, the drill and circular saw made such a
racket.
    After
having had no sleep himself, he felt surprisingly wide-awake. Hell,
he wouldn’t have been able to sleep if he’d tried. That orgasm he’d
experienced early this morning had blown his freaking mind. He
thought he’d be relieved