Chapter Five
Tortola, British Virgin Islands
15.91 Nautical Miles from Saint Thomas
Andrew
“This is just beautiful,” she says as we make our way up the 1716-foot climb to the top of the hill. The trail is three and a half miles, and I’m already sucking wind. Clearly, the inclines on the treadmill are not the same as being on a trail.
“Ya, this is great,” I respond with labored breath. “In all my times here, I’ve never done this.”
“Why not?”
“I like flat.”
“But it’s worth the view.”
“The view is pretty damn good from where I am,” I confess, since I’ve been walking behind her all day. She’s got on her tight leggings showcasing her beautiful firm ass. I’ve been using it as my rabbit. You know, like greyhounds that chase the rabbit around the track. My view of her perfectly shaped ass is motivating me along this steep incline. She grins and blushes since there are other passengers within earshot.
“Stop it!” she quips.
“I can’t help it. I love looking at your ass…sue me.”
“AJ!”
“Ok, I’ll look at someone else’s ass.”
“AJ! Just look at my ass,” she surrenders.
“We’ve got to be close to the top,” I say with hope.
“Stop your whining. You sound like a five-year-old.”
“Ouch.”
After another twenty minutes or so, we arrive at the top. She’s glowing. It’s partly due to sweat, mostly due to the excitement of making it to the top and the view.
“This is awesome!” she exclaims. “Look at this effing view,” she adds, realizing there are kids around.
As I finally reach the lookout point, I’m immediately disappointed that I’ve never done this before. The view of the island is just spectacular. When DJ notices me admiring the view, she comes over and hip-checks me .
“Not bad, huh?” she jabs.
“I’ve seen better,” I return.
“You son of…”
Beep…Beep…Beep
I grab my phone as fast as possible and step aside while indicating to DJ that I need a minute.
“Hello.”
“Andrew, your father needs to talk to you,” I hear in Kristen’s familiar voice.
“I can’t talk right now; I will call him back when I get back to the ship.”
“He has a meeting this afternoon, but I know he wants to connect with you ASAP.”
“Understood, and thanks.”
Joining DJ back at the overlook, I apologize, “Sorry about that.”
“Everything ok?”
“Yeah, just a work thing. This is really great. Thanks for signing me up.”
“Thanks for coming with me.”
“Which time?” I smirk.
“AJ!” she whispers in a quiet scold.
“Was it the counter? The sofa? The shower?” And then the punch in the stomach connects.
We make sure to take some selfies before we head back down. The trail is lush and full of local plants and trees. We get glimpses through the trees of the beautiful water that surrounds the island. I try to enjoy the walk back down, but knowing my father needs to talk is a little concerning, given he never calls to chat.
We descend the trail, and the burning in my thighs is becoming more significant.
“A little tougher going down, huh?” she says.
“Not nearly as fun as when I’m going down on you,” I answer.
“Agreed,” she replies, smiling.
We get back to the ship, and we’re both noticeably tired and aching.
“I need a shower and a nap,” I confess.
“Me too. What are you doing tonight?”
“Crazy idea.”
“I like crazy.”
“You come to my room, and I’ll set up the massage table again. Thoughts?”
“Sounds perfect. What about dinner?”
“I have twenty-four-hour room service.”
“Seriously? How do you get that?”
“I know some people.”
“Of course you do. I love this crazy. What time?”
“We push off at five, and I like watching from my balcony. So, let’s go with six?”
“Ok, see you then. ”
I drop her off on the 10 th floor and retreat to the spa to relax in the steam room before heading back to my room. When I get to my room, I notice a blinking red light on the phone, indicating that I have a message.
“AJ, there is a delay in the handoff with Meyer. Call me.”
The voice is so recognizable since I’ve heard it my entire life. I dial the only cell number I have memorized. This is exactly why I didn’t want to take his call while hiking with DJ. I knew it wouldn’t be good, and this message confirms my intuition.
“Good afternoon,” the man answers.
“Hi, Dad. What happened?”
“One of our operators called in this morning expressing a concern about the sea trial results.”
“What test?”
“The Steering Gear Test.”
“I saw the report last week, and we passed. What’s the issue?”
“According to Meyer, the time operator was under the influence during the trial, which voids the test.”
“What the fuck?!”
“AJ, that’s not going to help. Take a deep breath and act like a CEO, not a pissed-off freshman who didn’t make the varsity team.”
“I’ll call Hans as soon as I hang up with you.”
“Keep me posted, and stay calm. We need a ship and can’t afford any delays. Right now, you need him more than he needs you. Find a solution and call me when you have one. Talk later. Love you.”
“Will do. And Dad, thanks for letting me manage this. I know you could’ve easily called Hans already, so thank you.”
“AJ, this is your time. Go get your ship!”
“Ok, love you.”
I was nice and calm in the steam room, but that relaxation has been completely sucked out of me with this news. We’re already running on a tight schedule, and this would jeopardize the VIP cruise.
It’s 4:30 on the ship, and the six-hour difference makes it 10:30 p.m. in Germany. If I needed to deliver a $1.4 billion ship in ten days and just found out there was an issue, I know I’d be up. I dial the number, and I hear the familiar double ring of an international call.
“Hans, it’s Andrew Russo. Sorry to call so late, but I was just informed about the testing operator. Please give me an update.”
“Andrew, like I told your people here, the operator was under the influence during the trial. We have two timers during the trial to corroborate and ensure accuracy. Both timers confirmed the timing of the turn, but only one timer signed the test results. That’s the drunk operator.”
“Why are we just finding out about this? Trials were nearly two weeks ago. ”
“It just came to light when he showed up this week intoxicated again. We reviewed all his previous projects, and other operators corroborated that he may have been drunk during the Steering Gear Test. To be safe, we should eliminate his involvement in the results.”
“What are our options?”
“Ideally, we want to revise the test report to reflect the second operator’s signature. We have the paperwork to confirm the test was completed and passed, and she was sober during the testing process.”
“Who approves that?”
“The certification board and you, as the owner of the ship.”
“Is there another option?”
“We can schedule another test, but the best-case scenario for that would be next week.”
“Shit!” I whisper, still loud enough for him to hear me.
“Andrew, the ship passed the test, and all our paperwork confirms it. The operators had the same results on their stopwatches. I realize this is not ideal, but at the end of the day, the ship is good to go.”
“I want the certification board to sign off on this plan before I move forward. Call me when you have their decision.”
“Will do, and thank you.”
Fuck! It’s already five, and I need to get ready for DJ.
Delaney
That hike kicked my ass. I didn’t want AJ to know, but my legs were on fire, and I couldn’t be happier with his recommendation of a massage tonight. I grab my journal since I have no idea what condition I’m going to be in after visiting 15001.
My chatte has not been this active since the first week of getting my silver bullet. He can eat me anytime he wants! Now off to dinner with Jess…
Day 5: Tortola, BVI
Reading my entry from last night sends tingles through my body. Dinner with Jess was good, she brought up some good points with regards to AJ. I’m just gonna keep doing what we’re doing and not overthink it.
I enjoyed the hike today. The company that led it was organized and kept us moving. They were also highly informative, pointing out the local vegetation and island history. So glad AJ was with me.
He received a brief call while we were at the top of the hill. His demeanor changed almost immediately. He said everything was ok, but for the first time, I didn’t believe him. He wasn’t rude, but I could tell something was off. He seemed distracted the entire walk down the trail. Did I do something? Or say something? Is he hiding something from me?
I’ve got to stop this train of thought and not overthink the shift in his behavior.
This was really the first true excursion that I have done this week. The reality that I’ve been more occupied with a certain guy and not really focused on my job is beginning to sink in. Day 5, and I haven’t been to the spa or seen a show…not good. I need to get focused! Right now, my body aches, and I’m focused on my massage with AJ! I’m in trouble, big trouble!
I jump in the shower and allow the sweat and grime to run off my achy body. The hot water feels so good on my skin. My mind drifts as I think about tonight. Can I control myself when he touches me? I already feel a throbbing between my legs thinking about it. Then I have Jess in my head telling me that I need to get to know him better and not get too attached. I’m picturing myself disembarking on Saturday morning alone. It’s a sad picture, but what do I think is going to happen? Up until this point, I’ve been going with the flow…no plan, being flexible, and just enjoying being with AJ. We have tonight, tomorrow in the Dominican Republic, a sea day, and then Fort Lauderdale. I’m not going to let my emotions get in my way. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
While drying off, I hear the sound of the ship’s horn notifying all within earshot that we’re leaving port. I put a robe on and go out to my balcony. I can feel the low rumble of the engines as we slowly begin to move. It’s a calming, consistent sound. As the ship backs up, I notice a huge ship from another cruise line on the other side of the dock. It looks like one of those party boats filled with bachelorette parties and honeymooners. The dock below slowly slips farther away as we make our way back to sea. I look back at the hill we climbed earlier this afternoon and know the memories I’m creating on this trip will stay with me for a long time.
I throw on a pair of shorts and a clean Ms. Pac-Man T-shirt and make my way to 15001.
“Great shirt,” he states when I walk in.
I can’t get through the door without his woody, spiced scent playing with my senses.
“Thanks. I thought tonight would be casual, so…”
“Absolutely. Tonight is all about being casual and relaxing.”
He obviously had the same thought since he’s in black athletic shorts and a white T-shirt, no socks. He also seems more relaxed than when we were walking down the trail. Maybe it was nothing, and I totally misread the situation.
“The ship has so much going on at night, and I feel a little guilty not participating in any of those activities.”
“Hey, we can go to the show if you want. Tonight is FiveGuys from Motor City, who do an unbelievable performance of Motown’s greatest hits.”
“Sounds great, but not tonight.”
“I think they’ve got another show on Friday night.”
I glance around the room, and he has, yet again, transformed his room into a spa. The table is covered in white sheets, there is a candle on the granite counter that I came on three nights ago, and relaxing spa music is playing on his portable speaker. This guy has got his shit together.
“Can I get you anything?” he offers.
“Just your hands on my sore body.”
“Sounds good. I’ll step into the bedroom while you get on the table.”
“AJ, we’ve seen each other naked—you don’t have to leave.”
“Your call. I want you to be comfortable,” he assures me. “I’ve got the oil in the other room. I’ll be right back.”
Still a gentleman, he leaves as I get undressed. When he returns, he finds me lying face down under the white sheet.
I notice the lights in the room dim, as the candles are throwing off enough light to adequately see. I feel AJ’s presence surround me, then his scent, followed by his hands gently straightening the sheet and removing any creases. He rubs his hands down my back over the sheet, relaxing me. We’re fifteen seconds in, and I’m already wet.
He removes the top half of the sheet, exposing my bare back. I know he was looking to tuck the sheet into the waistband of my thong, but oops, I forgot to wear one. Without missing a beat, I feel warm oil on my skin as his firm hands begin rubbing my back. I can feel each fingertip apply the perfect amount of pressure as they slide up and down my bare, tanned skin. Then, using his finger and thumb, he massages my neck while running his other hand through my hair. Fuck, that feels good .
I’m trying to relax. Seriously, I am, but his hands are creating sensations throughout every inch of my body. Deep breath. It’s just a massage. My chatte is throbbing and creating puddles large enough for Gene Kelly to dance in.
He uncovers my legs, exposing my bare ass. Warm oil slips through his fingers as he massages my cheek. Deep. Firm. Hard. His fingers dip in my crack as they slide up and down. Grabbing my ass, he digs his thumb deep into my glutes, generating a tingling sensation I’ve never felt before. I bite my lip so he doesn’t hear me moan. He finishes both legs and then asks me to flip over.
He holds the sheet up again, creating a privacy barrier as I flip – like I even care at this point.
“Everything ok?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply in the best, relaxed voice I can muster.
He again runs his hands over the sheet, avoiding contact with the girls but hitting all the spaces in between. I don’t even have to look to know that my nipples are hard and prominent, begging for attention.
“I really want you to massage my chest,” I request, taking a chance.
“Sure,” he replies casually, not making a big deal about it.
I feel his hands, still over the sheet, slowly move up my stomach toward my chest. He begins rubbing and caressing. The only problem is that I don’t want the sheet between his hands and my tits. There’s a new feeling of want moving through me that I’ve never experienced before. I want his hands on my bare skin. I want his touch. I want his body. I want this man. NOW!
“It’s ok if you want to remove the sheet,” I suggest.
“As long as you’re ok with that,” he confirms.
“Yeah, I think it’ll be better.”
I feel the sheet slowly slide down to my waist, exposing my naked torso. I watch him pour the warm oil through his fingers as it drips on my stomach and then on my bare chest. Very erotic! His hands are soft yet firm in their touch. Rubbing the oil over my mounds, he makes sure to gently rub my nipples. “ Please, Sir, I want some more.” #dickens
“Uh-huh…” escapes my lips.
He’s standing directly over my head, slowly dragging his hands up and down my torso, cupping, kneading, and pleasing my tender breasts with each pass. It feels so good.
His attention shifts to my erect nipples, slowly rubbing them between his finger and thumb, pulling, twisting, pinching, and then doing it all over again.
“Ahhhh…fuuck… yeeees …” I whisper. I’ve never come with just nipple play, but I’m pretty sure if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to.
“Need some work on your thighs?”
“Yes, please,” I respond, removing the entire sheet from my body. Completely exposed and vulnerable, I send a clear message that he can have whatever he wants .
His hands slowly work my thighs, kneading and rubbing from my knee to the crease of my leg and hip. I spread my legs a little wider and feel his hands dip along my inner thighs. His thumbs, caressing in a circular motion, are driving me insane. I want him to touch me. The feeling is so arousing that I need him to touch me.
He moves around to the foot of the table, grabs my feet, and gently spreads them farther apart. He leans his torso over me as his hands continue rubbing my inner thighs. Feeling the heat from his hands and the intensity of his glare, I can only imagine what is about to come, other than me.
It finally occurs to me that, at some point, he removed his shirt and pants.
“If it’s ok, I’d like to use my tongue to play with la chatte, ” he requests, looking down with a hunger to taste and a desire to please.
“ Oui, s’il vous pla?t ,” I respond with no hesitation. Since he called it la chatte , he can do whatever the fuck he wants to do.
He lowers his body and head, hovering over my wanting center. I feel his bare shoulders on my thighs, and I anxiously anticipate his next move. Light, gentle kisses connect with my inner thighs. “Yesss…” I moan. He holds his head still, hovering just above my slit. I feel his warm breath on my lips. It seems like minutes have passed, although I know it’s only been ten seconds. The anticipation is killing me. I feel his warm tongue slowly lick my bare mound, teasing me. “Come on, AJ,” I plead.
“Patience.”
His tongue edges closer to my slit, only driving me more insane. I intentionally lift my hips to make it clear – crystal clear. I want his tongue on and in my chatte . NOW!
Then I feel the sensation of his tongue sliding through the valley of my lips.
“Ummm,” he rumbles.
“ Fuuuuuuck ,” I whisper.
“I love doing this,” he groans, looking right into my eyes.
His tongue continues to dive deep into me, sending waves of pleasure and excitement throughout every inch of my quivering body.
“Ohhh, that feels so gooood,” I encourage.
Then he glides his tongue over my excited clit, flicking it, then sucking it, and doing it all over again. My hips begin grinding into his face, and I hear him moan. His tongue is forceful and intentional, driving me closer to the edge. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him tighter against me.
“Come on my tongue, DJ,” he commands.
“Yesss…I’m almost there…” I pant, out of breath, pulling his head firmly against me. The pleasure is rumbling through my legs, building, as his tongue swirls around my clit.
“Yessss…right there…I’m cooooming,” I announce. Although, I’m sure that’s made clear when he feels my hips gyrate on his tongue as I ride out my O.
“Hmmm,” I hear him finishing me off, licking all of me, as my body comes down from euphoria, feeling completely sated and spent .
He slowly raises his head, pleased.
“Feeling pretty good about yourself, aren’t you?”
“Only if you enjoyed it,” he responds.
He leans over me to kiss me. His tongue finds mine, and I taste his accomplishment still lingering on his lips. As we slowly part, I glance down and notice his sizable erection.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says.
“Shut up. I’m a mess right now,” I object.
“You’re a hot mess, a hot, sexy mess that I can’t get enough of.”
“Can I suck you?” I beg.
“Yes, but with one request.”
“Ok,” I say hesitantly.
“Can I give you a pearl necklace?”
“What’s that?” I ask, feeling uneducated.
“I finish on your neck.”
“Ohhhh, that was not on my bingo card tonight, but that sounds hot. Yes, abso-fucking-lutely.”
As I said before, I’m not that experienced, and I’m excited to expand my sexual repertoire with him.
We change positions, and now he’s lying on the table while I’m kneeling between his spread legs. His cock, his glorious cock, rests on his stomach, heavy. My tongue licks his sack, and then I suck on his balls gently, stirring his rod. He slides my hair to the side so he can watch me gradually lick his entire length. My tongue circles his head, and then I place it in my mouth.
“DJ…fuuuck…ooooh ya,” he moans.
My mouth holds his throbbing cock, then I take him deep until I reach his balls, nearly gagging. I can’t help it, but it fucking turns me on thinking how hard this man is right now. I slowly retreat up his shaft, which is now standing tall and rock-solid. I begin sucking him, with a consistent pace, back and forth, at times gasping for air. My tits rub against his legs, and he grips my hair in one hand.
“Ohh…that’s it…DJ...for fuck’s sake…this feels so good.”
His encouragement motivates me to want to please him.
“Can we change positions before I come?”
I lay on the table, and he straddles my torso, his cock resting between my tits, sliding back and forth, his head touching my mouth with each thrust.
“Can you please hold your boobs together?” he politely asks. I do, and it creates a deep crevice for him. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve read about shit like this, but it’s even better in reality.
He fucks my boobs with several pumps. “I’m close…ohhhh…fuuuuck…yes!” he exclaims as I feel his hot release shoot across my neck and chest .
The sight of his hard cock and his cum-trail on my bare chest is so sexy. I can’t believe I’m this old and I’ve never done this before! Oh, we’re definitely going to do this again!
“Check that off my list,” I announce.
“Check what off your list?”
“A pearl necklace, on a ship, with the hottest guy ever.”
He looks delighted.
He climbs off me and takes a warm washcloth to my chest and neck, gently removing any evidence of his pleasure. Such a gentleman.
“You ok? he asks sincerely.
“Oh, I’m great,” I respond.
“Let’s order some food,” he suggests.
“Sounds good. I’m going to jump in the shower.”
As I walk through the bedroom, I notice some old pictures on the wall. There’s an old black and white photo of a small boat tied to a wooden pier photoshopped next to the ship we’re currently on. I lean in to read the name on the back of the boat, Prima Amore, in a cursive font. There’s another picture on the opposite wall with an older-looking couple standing in front of the small boat, with 1967 written in the corner. The photos are lovely, but not the stock photographs I’d expect in a cabin. They’re more personal than the artwork in my cabin. Again, I’m so impressed by the details on this boat.
“Food’s here,” I hear from the other room as I dry off and throw on my clothes.
“This looks dee-licous,” I say as I see the selection spread out before me. “So, the Dominican Republic tomorrow, what’s the plan?”
“Well, the new port is fabulous. There’s shopping, bars, a large swimming pool, and a lazy river.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“I have a couple of quick errands to run on the island.”
“Errands?”
“Ya, I need to pick up some cigars and rum.”
“That sounds so bougie,” I joke.
“I know what I like.”
“So, do you ‘know some people’ here?”
He smirks because, of course, he does.
The rest of the night is spent on his balcony, under the clear Caribbean sky, watching the world float by. The more time I spend with him, the more I want to be with him, and not just on this cruise. I’m seriously falling for him and don’t see a net below. It’s the same way I felt about the guy whose name we don’t mention. I’m older and supposedly wiser, but my heart cannot be shattered again. And I know, we just met, and it’s not like we’re in a relationship, but we are definitely in something, and I don’t want to get out .
It’s easy to disconnect from your day-to-day grind when you’re on vacation, a million miles from normal, but there’s an end date stamped on this trip. I try not to think about it, but I can feel my heart and soul pulling me closer to him. Is there a remote possibility he’s feeling the same way?
Andrew
I’m falling in love with this woman. As I sit here and run my fingers through her hair, I know I’ve never felt this way about another woman in my life. I know it sounds crazy, but my parents met each other on a Friday night and were married the following Saturday afternoon. That’s not to say there weren’t concerns from both families, but they both said they “just knew.”
As we sit on my balcony under a canopy of stars, I decide to wade into the deep end of the question pool, “So, do you want to get married?”
Her head snaps up, looking very surprised and confused. “AJ, we just met this week!”
“No, oh no! Not to me. I’m not asking,” I stammer, trying to defuse the situation.
“So, you don’t want to marry me?”
“No. I mean…wait…what?”
“I’m just messin’ with you,” she laughs.
“Fuck! That was…ok…” I’m still flustered. I’m clearly still flustered because my mind flashes to an image of me standing in a dark suit and her in a white dress. “Let’s try this again. Do you ever see yourself getting married?”
“Yes, with the right guy, of course. I enjoy being with my family, and when we’re all together, it’s awesome. But there are times I feel that I’m missing a husband to share my life with. I think I’d love to have kids, too, but I also know that my life will be full if that doesn’t happen. I believe many roads can lead to happiness. You?” she asks.
“Same. My sister is married to a great guy. No kids, not by choice, unfortunately. They’ve come to accept their situation and have found other ways to share their love with kids. My other sister lost her husband to cancer two years ago. She’s an incredible woman and an even better mother to my niece, Gemma, who’s eleven.”
“And the kid part, do you want kids?”
“I do now.”
“What changed?”
“A couple of things. When I was younger, I was probably too self-centered and focused on my career to even think about it. Spending time with Gemma has given me another perspective. ”
“I’ll bet you’re a fun uncle.”
“Well, I think I was elevated to favorite uncle status last summer when I took her to see Taylor Swift.”
“Seriously?!”
“It was awesome. It was just the two of us. Although my sister really wanted to go, I think she recognized that it was a special uncle-niece event. Gemma and I made some bad-ass bracelets and had a weekend to remember in Atlanta.”
“Gemma? That’s a beautiful name.”
“It was my grandmother’s name.”
“So, you went to the show in Atlanta?”
“Ya.”
“Which night?”
“Yup.”
“Yup? What does that mean?” she asks.
Feeling a little awkward, I cautiously volunteer, “All three.”
“You went to all three shows?!” she exclaims.
“Yeeeees,” I confirm hesitantly.
“You’re definitely getting Uncle of the Year!”
“We had a blast. And let me confess this, I’m no longer a closet Swiftie.”
Her lips curl.
“What’s so funny?” I ask.
“I went to the show on Saturday.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“No way. I can’t believe it.”
“It’s funny to think about it. Wow!” she says in a contemplative tone.
“Who did you go with?”
“I went with my nieces. We did the whole bracelet thing, and we had backstage passes.”
“Aunt of the Year! So, just to recap, we were both at the Tayor Swift show in Atlanta on the same night with our nieces.”
“Where did you sit?” she asks.
“We actually didn’t,” I share cautiously.
“You were by the stage. What side?”
“If you were looking at the stage, we were on the left.”
“Us too,” she replies.
“Ok…do you have pictures?”
As she reaches for her phone, I retrieve mine.
“Ok, what are you looking for?” she inquires.
“Just curious to see if we were sitting close to each other.”
She holds up her phone and shows me a picture from the show.
“No shit!” I snap, immediately recognizing the back of my niece’s head .
“What?”
I grab her phone and zoom in on the screen.
“Yeah, that tall guy standing a few rows in front of you…”
“Wait. What? No fucking way!”
She grabs her phone back and zooms in.
“Are you sure?” she questions.
Without looking at her phone, I explain, “My niece dyed her hair purple and wore a purple T-shirt on Saturday night, going after a ‘Lavender Haze’ theme.”
She zooms in to confirm my description. “No. Fucking. Way.”
We sit in silence, trying to wrap our minds around this new piece of information.
“So, to answer your question, yes, I’d like to have kids,” I declare, breaking the silence. “What are you looking for in a significant other?” I casually ask.
“That’s an interesting question, AJ. Why do you ask?”
“Wondering if I’m checking any of the boxes,” I confess.
“Well, I’m looking for someone who’s intentional. Intentional with me and our relationship. I’m looking for someone who is emotionally and physically available and someone who prioritizes us. And if I’m being completely honest, someone who is ready to find their life partner.”
“The woman knows what she wants,” I declare. “I’m scared to even ask if you think I check any of those?”
“AJ, if you have to ask…” she chuckles.
Oh shit!
“I’m just kidding. I’m here, aren’t I?” She eases my nerves. “You check the boxes, AJ.” She leans in and gives me a kiss. “It’s late,” she whispers, yawning.
“Do you want to stay?” I casually ask, wading into the deep end.
She looks at me, biting her lip. “I do, but not tonight. Is that ok?” she pleads.
“Of course,” I assure her.
“Tomorrow night, unless you have plans?” she requests.
“Let me check…”
She hits me.
“Yes, I think I can fit you in tomorrow night. DJ, a party of one is confirmed.”
“Why thank you, sir.”
“Take you to your floor?”
“Yes, please.”
Delaney
I love the fact that he walks me back to my floor each night, even if it’s not the actual floor I’m staying on. We have only two more nights, and there’s no sense in changing our routine at this point. Maybe it’s a little old-fashioned, but I think it’s very gentlemanly. There’s no doubt that we have sexual chemistry, but tonight, I feel like we started connecting on a deeper level. Marriage, family, kids…and the whole Taylor Swift event is just unbelievable. I need to jot down some thoughts.
I need to get focused! Right now, my body aches, and I’m focused on my massage with AJ! I’m in trouble, big trouble!
Day 5: Tortola, BVI (continued)
My massage was unforgettable. And everything that followed was nothing but exceptional. He certainly knows how to use his hands, and his tongue is in a league all by itself. I’m falling in love with this man and after tonight, I know I don’t want Saturday to be our last day together. “Do I check any of the boxes?” he asks (lol)…Ah…YES! ALL of them! The Dominican Republic is tomorrow, and I’ve already reserved my spot in his bed tomorrow night. Way to play hard to get!