Pleasure Cruise by Mandy M. Roth, Michelle M. Pillow Page B

across the room, she pulled a leather whip hanging out of one of her bags. She left the man staring behind her, not caring at the moment about his feelings on the situation. Racing toward the door to Clare’s room, she didn’t look back.
     

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    Clare’s eyes rounded in horror when Kira came crashing through the adjoining door, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Kira’s gaze darted wildly all over room. She wielded a black leather whip over her head, appearing ready to strike out at any threat.
    Clare gasped, clutching the coverlet tighter, as if by doing so she could cover Kira too. Kira lowered her arms and frowned, almost appearing to be disappointed. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed out of breath—more than she should have been just running across a bedroom. If Clare didn’t know better, she’d say Kira had just had sex. Seeing a pale, sexy man staggering up behind her friend with the telltale signs of being recently sated, she balked and let out a small groan. Kira had just had sex. It took her less than an hour on a boat to shag a hot guy? That was fast, even for Kira. Clare couldn’t help the irritation that came over her. Being sexually active was one thing, sleeping with a complete stranger was another. She would definitely be having a talk about this one, whether Kira wanted to or not.
    “Dominik?” the pale man with Kira inquired, as he glanced toward her handsome sparring partner. He chuckled lightly. “What’s going on in here? Is everything well?”
    Of course, he would be named something as sexy as Dominik, Clare thought, her gaze turning back to the tall man with the insolent smile. She tried to ignore the insistent pull of her body. Her nerves strained to be with him. Her mind held firm, refusing. She’d just have to tend to those needs later—much later when she had all the doors to the cabin locked tight and knew for certain she was completely alone.
    The thought brought Clare’s eye back to the object of her sudden horror and desire. The light sound of her vibrator drummed its way back into her brain. She paled, never wanting the floor to open and swallow her up so badly in her life.
    Kira, apparently realizing her friend wasn’t being murdered, let down her guard. A quizzical grin came to her features as she glanced at Dominik and the long purple vibrator he held.
    “Nice,” Kira said with a mischievous nod, pushing her lips together. “Is that how you say hello to all the girls, Cowboy? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt what you were doing. Had I known you were only playing, I wouldn’t have barged in like that. Please, by all means, carry on.” Kira winked at Clare. “I’ll just go. Looks like you’ll be having fun. I really should dig out my camera before I go, though. The people back at the office would pay big money to see the look on your face, Clare.”
    Dominik grinned, Kira smirked and the pale man against the door chuckled. Clare thought she would surely faint. Glancing at Dominik, she saw him lift his hand. Instantly, she felt better, calmer, more relaxed. Her thinking cleared.
    “Stop being crude, Kira. You know darned well you weren’t interrupting anything!” Clare said when she could finally speak. She was mortified beyond belief. “What has gotten into you?”
    Clare frowned at the handsome intruder. Her eyes pleaded with Dominik for mercy. To her amazement, he seemed to understand her silent cry for help. He looked guilty as he switched the vibrator off and quickly placed it back into the drawer. The action came too late. Everyone had seen it. She wanted to die.
    “Kira, tell this… this… idiot,” Clare’s words tapered off in frustration. She pointed at her tormentor. Dominik’s eyebrow rose in challenge at the insult. “Tell him that he’s in my room. Make him leave!”
    Dryly, in a monotone voice that was very unconvincing, Kira said, “Idiot, you are in her room. Leave now.”
    Clare glared at Kira in frustration, her body