Harper's Submission [Golden Dolphin 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels

chest while her orgasm continued to drown her senses. As the lingering waves pulsed through her, she snuggled there while he cradled her in his arms. She tried to roll off him, but he wouldn’t let her go.
    “Stay right where you are for a minute, baby. I love the feel of my cock still in your body and your weight on me.”
    Harper would have been content to stay right there if the steward hadn’t knocked on the door with breakfast. They followed him out onto the deck while he set the table in the sunshine with the beautiful, gold-rimmed porcelain tableware with the Golden Dolphin logo. The sun was warm, but the breeze off the water was chilled. The hot coffee and food hit the spot.
    “What’s on the agenda today? It’s a shame we didn’t order tea. We could have our own Boston Tea Party.” Harper laughed at the silly idea.
    “Good one. We can do that when we get back from sightseeing. There’s a lot to do in Boston. I’m sure the ship has some excursions lined up. I would like to do the Freedom Trail walking tour. That way we would see most of the historic Colonial sites.”
    “That sounds good. The guidebook says it’s two and a half miles and starts at Boston Commons, the oldest public park in the United States.”
    After they finished breakfast, Harper made a break for her own suite, promising to shower and change quickly and join Morgan for the trip into downtown Boston and the Boston Commons to start the Freedom Trail.
     
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    Morgan waited impatiently for Harper to make her reappearance. Women could never get ready quickly no matter what they promised. When they finally got down to the wharf and caught a ride in one of the minivans contracted by the ship to transport the passengers to the various sites, he was anxious to get started. They were deposited at the Boston Commons and located the red brick pathway that was the beginning of the trail that led to sixteen of revolutionary America’s most famous historic sites. The foliage, although no longer at its peak, was still breathtaking. The purple, red, orange, yellow, and now some brown, leaves still clung to the trees and littered the ground. They toured Paul Revere’s house, where he began his famous ride to warn that the British were coming, and the Old North Church that had held the famous lanterns warning “One if by land and two if by sea.” They visited Ben Franklin’s statue and the Boston Latin School, as well as the Old Statehouse, the site of the Boston Massacre, and the Old South Meeting House.
    They had walked their feet off and stopped for a late lunch at a charming Italian family restaurant.
    “Talk about following the yellow brick road, or was that the red brick road? Anyway, that was a crash course in Colonial American History 101. I think I liked Paul Revere’s house best. It’s Boston’s oldest house. It was built almost a hundred years before he lived there. What about you?” Harper still had her nose buried in the guidebook that had been provided by the ship.
    “I liked it all, but I’m still looking forward to crossing the Charlestown Bridge and visiting the USS Constitution, Old Ironsides, and the Bunker Hill Monument. Will you climb the two hundred ninety-four spiral steps with me, or will you wimp out? The view up there is supposed to be spectacular. Afterward we can catch the water shuttle back to the ship.”
    “I’m no wimp, buddy. Just let me get some of this delicious lasagna and Chianti in me, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
    By the time they had finished sightseeing and boarded the water shuttle to make their way back to the ship, they were both tired. Harper lay down on the sofa in Morgan’s living room and promptly fell asleep. He called the galley and ordered a tea tray so Harper could have her Boston Tea Party when she woke up. He had to smile. She so enjoyed everything and was one of the most enthusiastic people he knew. A lot of the women he had dated would have balked at hiking around