SEVENTEEN
Yawning, Sassi turned onto her back and smiled at the circle of sunlight that was projecting onto her chest from the porthole behind the desk that stood parallel to the length of the captain’s bed, about eight feet away.
“Captain,” she whimpered. Her eyes closed again, but she pouted in the direction of the desk where she knew he was seated at the computer, facing into the room. “I feel neglected.”
“We had s*x twenty minutes ago,” he said, his voice betraying that he was distracted.
The memory made her smile and she let the sheet fall from her breasts when she stretched out flat. “Yeah, but I haven’t fallen asleep with you for the last three days.”
The guys had been diving the wreck several times a day for the last eleven days making this her twenty-fourth day at sea. She sh
