A taste
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3. GREALISH BAKER
I could think of worse ways to spend my weekend than being on a luxurious yacht going to a resort I didn't care about. I could be stuck on a deserted island or broke in Bristol, the city that never sleeps.
It had been luck giving me a shot at having a life for once in my miserable existence when I met Estelle. She had been a customer at the spa where I worked part-time. She was in her late sixties, alone and vulnerable.
I'd let morality and my inadequate upbringing stop me from seducing her but my fate was decided when I found out she was a divorced billionaire. We have been married for three months now and so far I have gotten used to the life of comfort.
I didn't have to beg anymore or live on the edge not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. I could afford whatever the f**k I wanted and occasionally I risked having petty flings with pretty girls.
Estelle had bought the hotel and bar as a wedding gift. My days of toiling for the rich as a nobody were over. I'd been nothing but a shadow; now I had my own shadow.
Blood rushed to my face as I remembered the cocky assistant. I had fallen for her cheap trick. She made it clear she wasn't going to f**k things for me as long as I didn't step out of bounds. Her little performance was her way of letting me know she held the leash.
She's dangerous…
I tried to enjoy the ride and the drink I had in my hands. It felt like an impossible task.
It made sense to try to make a deal with her that would benefit both of us. If I play my cards right then I wouldn't have to worry about the cocky b***h.
Everyone has a price. I just have to find out what hers was. It's as easy as that.
I decided to take a walk around the yacht while I thought about how to handle the assistant.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of wealth and refinement in the air. The interior was a stunning display of sleek and modern design and a minimalist aesthetic that oozes sophistication.
The main living area was spacious and open, filled with natural light that poured in through the large windows. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork and the furniture was upholstered in plush fabrics that had a seduction about them. The flooring was warm and inviting wood, with plush rugs scattered throughout to add a touch of comfort.
The kitchen had to be a chef's dream, with gleaming stainless steel appliances and ample counter space for preparing gourmet meals.
Throughout the yacht, there were thoughtful touches that added to the overall experience.
The crew was smaller than I'd expected. It was just the young Captain and his assistant. Sailing understaffed had to be illegal. What was Estelle thinking? I had no way of knowing for sure since she wasn't on the boat.
I frowned at the flavor of the drink. They didn't have the good stuff aboard. The drink tasted like f*****g mouthwash.
"Looks like you're having fun."
I turned around startled. The assistant was there watching me. She had beautiful eyes but at that moment her eyes were lethal.
"I think we started on the wrong foot," I said, giving her my most charming smile.
She rolled her eyes at me immune to my allure.
Cocky b***h!
"Walk with me. There's someone I want you to meet."
Something about the way she said it made me alert. I gulped the drink, grimaced, and dropped the empty glass.
She led me from the cabin to the front where two gorgeous babes stood side by side. They were having a conversation grinning when the cold-hearted assistant interrupted them.
"Grealish meet Cricket and Stormie." I stiffened as she mentioned the names I've heard so often from Estelle. I knew exactly who they were. "They're your stepdaughters."
I felt a hot wave of frustration run through my entire body. The only hot chicks on the boat apart from the cold-hearted assistant had to be Estelle's daughters. I could tell they were in their early twenties.
The one with dark hair watched me with curious eyes. There was a passionate flare in her eyes that pulled at me savagely but I blinked, turning away to resist its pull.
No… It's too dangerous.
"Nice to meet you, Grealish." the blonde said.
Stormie. Right, she had to be Stormie, the older one. The future lawyer and golden child yet seeing her now, I felt like she was just as freaky as the other one. Maybe even more so.
"The pleasure is mine." I shook her soft hands.
Her skin felt so delicate. I pulled my hand away feeling a wave of irritation at myself. Estelle's kids were off limits and in a way that was what this b***h assistant was trying to get across to me.
I got the message loud and clear.
CRICKET "RICKI" DANVERS
I woke up thinking about one thing and one thing only. Grealish!
A hot wave of irritation made my face flush. Why? Why the f**k are you thinking about your f*****g step-father in that way?!
I tried to find faults in what I was doing but I knew it was something I couldn't control. My mother just had to marry a man that looked like Chris Hemsworth's clone. His dark sensual presence had been overwhelming in the few minutes we had met him.
Stop it! Get him out of your head…
There was a sound outside the door that caught my attention. It might just be the distraction I need.
I got out of bed.
I tried to remember the previous night. We were still on the yacht. I'd been too exhausted to notice anything other than the sand. Even the faces of the workers had been a blur.
The sound that had gotten me out of bed pulled me back to reality. It was much louder the second time.
Stretching with a yawn, I walked to the door and opened it. The sound was coming from along the hall.
The hallway was decorated with large paintings that toned perfectly with the color of the walls. The designer deserved a good banging. Just a thumbs-up wouldn't do.
I followed the sound with interest until I turned to the end of the hall and followed a door that led to a corridor. I didn't have the slightest f*****g idea where I was going but I kept walking regardless.
It was a stifling afternoon as I strolled along the hallway, my ears perked up. Unbeknownst to me, I had stumbled upon a private gym tucked away in an obscure corner.
As I stepped through the entrance, the sound evolved into a rhythmic pounding, synchronizing with the clank of weights and the rush of heavy breaths. My eyes scanned the room until they settled upon him, drenched in sweat, the embodiment of strength and dedication. He was like a curious blend of Hercules and Apollo, his toned physique performing a captivating dance, every muscle in perfect harmony. Grealish!
Unable to resist the allure, I gingerly approached him, my heart pounding like the fierce beat of a drum. His eyes, mesmerizing, dark, and dangerous, met mine, and at that moment, I knew I had his undivided attention.
Surprised but not displeased by my sudden intrusion, he paused momentarily, his hands resting on the dumbbells.
With a coy smile, I mustered all the confidence within me and said, "Mind if I watch?"
The tinge of seduction in my voice embarrassed me. I'd tried to sound casual.
He hesitated for a moment. "It's fine. Cricket, right?"
Chills moved on my flesh as my name rolled on his lips. I loved how he said it with his British accent. He can call me Cricket all he wants.
"It's Ricki. Isn't that right baby sister?" Stormie said standing at the doorway.
I almost jumped out of my skin. A hot wave of irritation flooded my body and it made me tremble. What is she doing here? f**k!
"Cricket is okay," I said with a stiff smile. He can call me Cricket all he wants. Just him.
He chuckled softly, his voice a deep rumble that reverberated through the room. "Cricket, huh? That's certainly a unique name. You must have been like a bully magnet in school."
"Not really." I grinned nervously. Why was I nervous? He was making me act like a schoolgirl.
"Cricket was the bully," Stormie said.
I imagined a cow falling through the ceiling and crushing her beneath its weight.
"Wow. That sounds cool." He said as he flexed the dumbells like they were nothing.
My eyes moved along his sweaty body down to his tight calves. He looked like he was sculpted rather than born.
Stormie stayed at her position by the doorway staring at Grealish. If I didn't know any better I'd think she wanted him too. No. Stormie isn't the type, I reminded myself. I was certain she was still a virgin.
"I'm going for a dip." She said as if expecting some kind of reaction. "I'm off." She repeated.
Grealish paused enough to wave before continuing his reps. Adios, sister.
She left the gym and we were alone again. The way his chest heaved after every pull made my mouth dry with desire.
"You look so good." I moaned.
I realized what I'd just done and my eyes widened in horror.
"Huh?"
"Uhm," I took a breath. "I said working out is so good. You're so strong."
He smirked, wiping the perspiration from his brow. "You flatter me, Cricket. But I have to admit, your presence here has surely lifted my spirits."
Heat burst in my core. I could almost feel my coochie getting wet. My n*****s tingled.
"I don't know what to say." I blushed.
I needed his hands on me. On my body. On my breast down to my thigh.
Time seemed to evaporate, leaving only the two of us, united in an ethereal connection. The air buzzed with an invisible current, charged with an undeniable chemistry that tugged at the corners of our souls. I knew I was imagining it but I didn't care.
I walked up to a dumbbell and tried to pick it up. It wasn't heavy but I made it look like it weighed a ton. Grealish watched as I struggled helplessly with the dumbbell.
C'mon Grealish. Offer to help me already. I'm clearly in need of some help.
He turned away and continued getting his rep. Hot blood rushed to my face and I was about to lose it and ask for his help when he said, "Do you need help?"
Trying not to sound over-enthusiastic, I nodded. "Sure."
He walked over with steady graceful steps. His body oozed sensuality. This man was built for s*x and I'd be crazy not to try him out.
His arms went around my sides and grazed my breast as he helped me imitate the motion of flexing the dumbbell. I could smell the perspiration on him and I moaned quietly.
"Like that." He said, his breath fanned the hair along my neck. "One more time."
I curved my hips till my ass bounced off his crotch. "Oh! I'm sorry."
He grunted. "It's fine."
His face tightened and I could tell he had been affected by it. Seriously affected, I noticed the bulge on his pants.
Grealish withdrew from me and moved back to continue his workout. My coochie was so wet it was a struggle to stay dressed.
I felt like a slut but in a good way. I liked the feeling. There's no shame in wanting to f**k ones step dad especially when he looked like he was made to f**k.
As beads of sweat formed on my brow, I felt a magnetic pull towards Grealish, an irresistible force that drew me closer. Our eyes locked, unspoken desires intertwining, and in that instant, the boundaries between flirtation and connection blurred.
He glanced towards me, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his emerald eyes. "I can't tell what you're thinking."
I smiled a playful challenge lingering in my voice. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing."
Oh, Grealish. I'm thinking about sliding your c**k inside my fiery hot coochie.
He laughed, a rich melody cascading from his lips. "My bad."
I studied him for a moment. His eyes glowed with passion as he focused on his reps. "Would you like to know?"
"Huh?"
"Would you like to know what's on my mind right now?"
He stopped what he was doing, and pulled himself up. "Sure."
"I'm thinking about how your c**k is going to taste inside my mouth."
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