idea. I’ve never driven a boat before.”
“No worries. I’ll give you your first lesson.”
“Really? You trust me to play captain?”
“Sure. Come on over and I’ll give you a rundown of the controls.”
He patiently took her through a quick tutorial before turning the wheel over to her. But one brush of her sun-warmed, silken skin against his arm was all it took for the diversion to backfire on him. Lust barreled into him, slamming home the enormity of his mistake.
As distractions went, his idea was a bust.
“Just concentrate on keeping the boat heading in a straight line, and hold her steady,” he told her, dragging his attention back to the task at hand. “Ease up on the throttle when you want to slow down.”
“Like this?” she queried.
“Exactly like that,” he encouraged her. “See? Just like I thought. You’re a natural at this.”
Delighted, she shot him an enthusiastic grin that had his heart tightening in his chest—and all the blood in his body racing southward.
Yeah, his plan definitely wasn’t working.
Whether he liked it or not, there was no denying the kiss they’d shared had irrevocably altered the dynamics of their relationship. The question was, what did he do about the attraction he felt for her?
He’d have to decide soon, because he wasn’t going to be able to hold back indefinitely. His self-control was already at the breaking point.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Stephanie knew the excitement pulsing through her as Frank instructed her in the finer points of piloting the speedboat was due to more than just the thrill of harnessing the power of a high-performance watercraft. Her exhilaration emanated from the feel of its owner’s rock-hard body pressed up against her.
She put the brakes on the direction her mind was headed, knowing she couldn’t indulge in those kinds of thoughts if she was going to stand a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling off this assignment. She needed to find an antidote to his potent brand of charm ASAP.
Trying not to stare at the flex of his impressively muscled biceps as he showed her how to handle the controls, she did her best to focus on his instructions. He looked positively scrumptious in the tailored shorts we wore—they showcased his rugged legs to perfection. He’d paired the shorts with an open-necked, white linen shirt that hugged his muscular torso like a second skin.
Lord have mercy, it was hot out here. She resisted the urge to fan herself and concentrated on his patient tutorial instead.
Piloting the nimble craft was pure bliss, and she enjoyed every second of the experience. She was having so much fun, in fact, that she didn’t realize how much time had passed until Frank touched her arm lightly to draw her attention.
“You’re doing great,” he told her as he sent her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Thanks for trusting me with her.”
“My pleasure. It’s going to get a little rougher up ahead. How about if I take over for a bit?”
“Aye, aye, captain,” she told him with a sassy salute as she stepped aside so he could resume his place behind the wheel.
“So, I’m curious,” she said. “How did you and Damon meet?”
“Business. As far as Landers knows, I’m just a bored billionaire with money to burn. I made contact with him when I was working undercover for the CIA, as part of the investigation into a money-laundering ring we were tracking. I was sure Landers was involved up to his neck. I brokered a couple of investment deals with him, trying to find evidence to prove he played an integral role the scheme, but I couldn’t turn up a shred. In the end, I wasn’t able to link him to any wrongdoing.”
“And yet you’re still convinced he’s dirty?”
He nodded. “My gut tells me something about him is off, and I always listen to my gut.”
“Well, as far as I’m concerned, the verdict’s still out. Liz got a tip that Damon may have a connection to Mendacci, and that’s why she’s assigned me to
“No worries. I’ll give you your first lesson.”
“Really? You trust me to play captain?”
“Sure. Come on over and I’ll give you a rundown of the controls.”
He patiently took her through a quick tutorial before turning the wheel over to her. But one brush of her sun-warmed, silken skin against his arm was all it took for the diversion to backfire on him. Lust barreled into him, slamming home the enormity of his mistake.
As distractions went, his idea was a bust.
“Just concentrate on keeping the boat heading in a straight line, and hold her steady,” he told her, dragging his attention back to the task at hand. “Ease up on the throttle when you want to slow down.”
“Like this?” she queried.
“Exactly like that,” he encouraged her. “See? Just like I thought. You’re a natural at this.”
Delighted, she shot him an enthusiastic grin that had his heart tightening in his chest—and all the blood in his body racing southward.
Yeah, his plan definitely wasn’t working.
Whether he liked it or not, there was no denying the kiss they’d shared had irrevocably altered the dynamics of their relationship. The question was, what did he do about the attraction he felt for her?
He’d have to decide soon, because he wasn’t going to be able to hold back indefinitely. His self-control was already at the breaking point.
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞
Stephanie knew the excitement pulsing through her as Frank instructed her in the finer points of piloting the speedboat was due to more than just the thrill of harnessing the power of a high-performance watercraft. Her exhilaration emanated from the feel of its owner’s rock-hard body pressed up against her.
She put the brakes on the direction her mind was headed, knowing she couldn’t indulge in those kinds of thoughts if she was going to stand a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling off this assignment. She needed to find an antidote to his potent brand of charm ASAP.
Trying not to stare at the flex of his impressively muscled biceps as he showed her how to handle the controls, she did her best to focus on his instructions. He looked positively scrumptious in the tailored shorts we wore—they showcased his rugged legs to perfection. He’d paired the shorts with an open-necked, white linen shirt that hugged his muscular torso like a second skin.
Lord have mercy, it was hot out here. She resisted the urge to fan herself and concentrated on his patient tutorial instead.
Piloting the nimble craft was pure bliss, and she enjoyed every second of the experience. She was having so much fun, in fact, that she didn’t realize how much time had passed until Frank touched her arm lightly to draw her attention.
“You’re doing great,” he told her as he sent her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.
“Thanks for trusting me with her.”
“My pleasure. It’s going to get a little rougher up ahead. How about if I take over for a bit?”
“Aye, aye, captain,” she told him with a sassy salute as she stepped aside so he could resume his place behind the wheel.
“So, I’m curious,” she said. “How did you and Damon meet?”
“Business. As far as Landers knows, I’m just a bored billionaire with money to burn. I made contact with him when I was working undercover for the CIA, as part of the investigation into a money-laundering ring we were tracking. I was sure Landers was involved up to his neck. I brokered a couple of investment deals with him, trying to find evidence to prove he played an integral role the scheme, but I couldn’t turn up a shred. In the end, I wasn’t able to link him to any wrongdoing.”
“And yet you’re still convinced he’s dirty?”
He nodded. “My gut tells me something about him is off, and I always listen to my gut.”
“Well, as far as I’m concerned, the verdict’s still out. Liz got a tip that Damon may have a connection to Mendacci, and that’s why she’s assigned me to
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