“An Adventure for Burgess” – by Lizzie Ashworth
As a sleek sloop noses into Seraphine Bay, a female tourist resolves to discover if the man at the helm is the pirate of her dreams.
The two women stood up and moved away from the table. Christ, the dark-haired one had curves—a full bosom tucked away in a modest blouse and a pair of shorts that outlined the rounded curve of her buttocks. His body tensed.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath.
He slammed the rest of the scotch down his throat and stood up, angling his path to intercept the two women at the restaurant entry. This wasn’t like him, going out of his way to tangle with a female. Especially now with the dive project nearly finished. But something about her moved him, inexorable as the tide.
Morgan managed to arrive at the entry at the same time as the women. Despite her friend’s annoyed glance, his attention focused on maneuvering against the object of his interest. She turned just as he powered up against her, and he had to grab her arms to keep them both from falling.
“Oh!” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
He inhaled at the touch of her soft body. Her luminous eyes lifted to his face, and her pink lips formed a perfect O. Her shocked expression radiated naiveté but also eagerness. Despite the chaste lines of the blouse, the buttons obviously strained under their duty to hold it all together. Long dark hair, blushing cheeks, she smelled like tropical fruit and rum—and something he couldn’t describe that made his cock throb against his zipper. Damn if he didn’t lose track of his surroundings. All he could think of was how those lips would taste.
“My fault entirely,” he murmured, releasing her and stepping back.
“I can’t believe this,” she said, slurring her words slightly. “I saw on you that boat out there, didn’t I?”
“You did,” he said, smiling.
“Beautiful boat,” she said. Her gaze flickered down his body before she gave him another wide-eyed stare. “Very sexy,” she said in a husky voice.
“Uh, Burgess.” Her friend tugged on her arm. “My flight, remember?”
“Burgess? Nice name.” He motioned toward the doorway. “I’ll walk you ladies out.”
Burgess giggled. They stopped on the sidewalk outside the entrance. “My friend Kendra,” Burgess said, motioning. “She’s flying back. Not me.” She chewed her lip and cast a sideways glance toward Morgan. “I’m going to have an adventure.”
The tip of her tongue touched her lips and sent a hot jolt to his groin.
“Come on,” Kendra said. “You’re tipsy, and you don’t know this man. Sorry, sir,” she said with a glare directed at Morgan. “You’ll have to excuse us.”
He flinched at the “sir” and bowed slightly. Christ, he wasn’t that much older.
“Yes, I do know him,” Burgess insisted. “I know he’s got a boat, and he’s tall. I think he’s a pirate.”
Morgan guffawed. “And he’s very lonely. Shall I call for a cab to take your friend to the airport, so you and I can get better acquainted?”
“Absolutely not,” Kendra said, tugging Burgess’s arm. “Come on, we have things to do.”
He backed up a step and held his hands in a surrender gesture. “No harm intended. Have a nice flight.”
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Lizzie Ashworth lives in the wilds of the Ozark Mountains with three cats, two hound dogs, and too many deer in her yard. She’s been writing her entire life and wants her readers to know how much she enjoys sharing her naughty stories.