“Hey, I’m just a guy who happens to have a lot of money, so I can toss it at causes like this.”
“Oh, don’t go trying to downplay this. Lots of people have a lot of money. This was personal to you and you did something about it.”
He smiled. “I got to spend some time watching them transplant the coral. It was amazing. Kind of like watching babies grow. Stupid, I know.”
“Not stupid at all. I would have given anything to see it. Your father would be so proud of you to know you’re a part of something like this.” At his blank stare, she added, “Thank you for bringing me here today and letting me see it. It’s such an important cause for me. And for your father.”
Yeah. His father. Still hard to believe he and his dad saw eye to eye on anything, especially an environmental issue. Evelyn kept telling him that his father had changed.
He still found that hard to believe.
But maybe . . .
He didn’t want to think about his father. Not when a wet, barely clad Evelyn sat on his lap and stroked his shoulders. “Let’s get back to the boat and rinse off some of this sand.”
He stood with her in his arms and they went back to the boat. They rinsed off in the shower and Gray pulled out some drinks and sandwiches he’d had delivered to the boat before they arrived.
“What? No champagne and lobster?”
He frowned, until she laughed.
“I’m kidding. Considering you have this ridiculous yacht, I thought I’d nudge you.”
“Oh.”
She rolled her eyes. “Really, Gray. You need to lighten up and get my sense of humor.”
“I guess so. Sorry.”
“Iced tea and turkey sandwiches is perfect. I’m starving.”
They sat on the back of the boat and ate, and he explained in greater detail about the coral project that he’d spearheaded. He could tell by the way she nodded that she was making mental notes.
“You’re going to do some social media connection thing between this and me and my father, aren’t you?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I’d love to. With your prior approval, of course. It is an amazing cause, showcases you in a good light, and brings the plight of the sea and the coral to a greater audience. That can’t be a bad thing.”
“I guess not.” He polished off his second sandwich, then bagged up their trash and pulled out another iced tea for both of them. When he saw her nose getting red, he brought out the sunscreen and spread some across her nose and cheeks.
“Thanks,” she said, rubbing it in. “Darn freckles.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Those freckles are sexy.”
She stretched out in the shade. “They weren’t when I was gangly and flat chested at fourteen. My hair was a darker red then. I looked like Little Orphan Annie.”
“I would have thought you were hot.”
She laughed. “No, you would not have. You would have pointed and laughed like the other boys did.”
“Hey, Little Orphan Annie totally trips all my hot buttons.”
She snorted, then flipped over onto her belly. Her bikini bottoms were doing him in today. They covered her ass, but gave him tempting glimpses of the underside of her cheeks. And those legs of hers made him hard.
Too bad they didn’t have enough privacy here. He could take her below, but he had other plans for Evelyn today.
Then again, he could give her a little tease.
He went over with the sunscreen in his hand. “Your back is getting red.”
She lifted. “Is it? I can’t get any sunscreen on there.”
“I’ll take care of it.” He put some of the cream in his hand and rubbed it over her shoulders and back, loving the feel of her smooth skin under his hands. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on her arms as he massaged her.
And when she moaned, his cock hardened. It would be so easy to spread her legs and spear her with his cock, to ride her hard and fast until they both got off.
Instead, he rubbed more lotion over her legs, inching his way up to her thighs. He listened to the sound of her breathing, then parted her legs to slip between them, teasing her inner thighs with his fingers.
Her breath caught, but she was languid, not tense.
She trusted him.
There were no other boats around since this was a restricted area and he’d gotten permission to be here today, so he didn’t expect company. As long as no planes flew over, they’d have some privacy.
He wouldn’t need long; he was already learning her body.
He untied the side of her bikini.
“Gray.”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Yeah.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to make you come. Relax and let me.”
No objection, just a slight lift of her butt as he slipped his hand underneath her.
She was already wet, hot, and pulsing as he slid his finger inside her.
“Oh,” she said, her * gripping his finger. He slipped another finger inside her.