First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) by Ann Mayburn

her nerves as a handsome older man helped her out of the raft.
    “Welcome Ms. Simonov. My name is Charlie and I’m the captain of the Mazu . We’re glad to have you aboard.”
    He led her to the steps where a young woman waited at the top with a silver tray holding what looked like towels. After Emma took the stairs, she smiled at the clean-cut brunette.
    “Hello, Ms. Simonov. Can I offer you a fresh towel?”
    The faint scent of lemons drifted up from the towels and Emma took one with a smile, wiping down her hands. “Thank you.”
    Ryan came up behind her and gave her a casual caress along her arm, ending with their fingers twining together as they held hands. His smile lit her up inside and out as he studied her. “See, I told you that you could trust me.”
    “That remains to be seen, but I admit I wasn’t expecting anything like this. You have a beautiful ship.”
    “If you’d like, I can show you around, or we can just go inside and relax. I’m here for your pleasure.”
    She flushed and darted a glance at the girl still holding the tray of towels. She must have been taught during her crew training how to remain impassive because she stared off into the distance as if Emma and Ryan weren’t there.
    “I’d like to see it first, please. By the time we’re done I’m sure I’ll be more than ready to relax.”
    “Your wish is my command. Come on, let’s get changed into our suits first so we can go for a swim.”
    Her heart fluttered again and she tried to ignore the warning signs that she was falling for a man she couldn’t have.
     
    Two hours later, she was in her black bikini with its cute gold wrap, standing between Ryan’s strong arms as he helped her steer his yacht along Lake St. Clair. She’d never been on a boat this big and was still more than a little stunned that Ryan could afford something like this. In high school, he’d never been one of the kids with the hottest clothes and a shiny new sports car. She was proud of his success and admired him for all he’d accomplished. Feeling a little, well a lot, superficial, she couldn’t help but look around at everything with a small sense of awe. She’d never been around this kind of luxury and it was weird seeing it in real life instead of in a movie.
    With three levels, a hot tub, and other crazy over-the-top luxury shit, the yacht was more like a floating five-star hotel than something that moved through the water. Her one experience on a cruise had been nothing like this. The windows on the bridge had been opened, and as the cool breeze blew against her face, she tilted her head back and laughed, the day too beautiful to allow dark thoughts to linger.
    “This is so much fun!”
    He leaned down so she could hear him. “Ready to go a little faster?”
    “This isn’t as fast as it can go?”
    “Nope.” He Ryan moved closer to the controls and flipped a couple switches. The giant engines hummed with power and Emma’s body tingled with a rush of adrenaline. She had the oddest sensation of nerves, feeling like she was standing at the top of a giant hill with her sled. The song, Home by Phillip Phillips started playing, and Ryan stood behind her again. He rested his hands on her hips and she welcomed his solid presence.
    “Ready, Mistress?”
    The teasing way he said it made her smile and she nodded. “I just steer, right? You’re going to do everything else?”
    “Trust me; I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Today is about your joy.”
    She blinked behind the awesome new Dior sunglasses he’d provided her with and tried to pretend that she was tearing up from the wind. “I’m going to owe you a hell of a blow job, aren’t I?”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Hang on, sweetheart; I’m going to open her up for you.”
    An especially dirty image came to Emma’s mind about Ryan holding open a female submissive’s thighs for his Mistress’s perusal. She tried to keep her focus on steering, because the boat was