Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Yet sometimes, I still can’t help myself. I have to keep Judge on his toes. Which is exactly what I intend to do when the deckhand makes an appearance. He’s a young, handsome Frenchman who’s charming as hell. Of course, he doesn’t hold a candle to Judge, and he never will. But that’s beside the point.
“It feels hot outside today, doesn’t it?” I ask Solana.
I can’t see her eyes behind the big sunglasses, but a smile curves her lips as she catches my drift. “It does. I think it’s going to be a scorcher.”
“Mercedes.” Judge’s voice is a low growl in my ear that I ignore.
“I could almost use a dip.” I lean into him and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek before I’m up on my feet.
I can hear his muttered curse from under his breath as I walk toward the swim deck, unknotting my sarong and letting it fall away. Underneath, I’m wearing a black bikini. The result of a lot of time in the aerial studio. My body probably won’t ever be the same, considering I have hips and an ass now, but I’m happy in my skin, scars and all, and nothing can take that away.
“Hey, Philippe.” I wave up at the deckhand with a dazzling smile.
“Hello, Mrs. Montgomery.” He dips his head politely, but his gaze lingers for a minute.
That’s about the time an arm catches me around the waist, and I let out a squeak of feigned surprise.
“What are you doing, little monster?” Judge whispers in that low voice full of dark promises.
“What?” I return innocently.
“You know what.” He slaps my ass in front of everyone, and heat flushes my cheeks.
“I don’t know. I rather like seeing you this way.” I turn his earlier words around on him.
He offers me a devilish grin, sliding his tongue over his teeth. “Is that so?”
I nod.
“Well, in that case…” He scoops me up over his shoulder, and I squeal for real this time as he carries me off caveman style toward our room. “I think it’s time to remind you who you belong to, Mrs. Montgomery.”
A secret smile curves my face as I bob up and down, waving goodbye to the laughing faces at the breakfast table. “As if I could ever forget.”