He dropped his hands to her hips and held her there, but, since this was not their first time anymore, he didn’t feel the need to be slow. They were on a time line, after all.

Brady slid his hands over her ass and moved her with purpose into the part of him that had already been growing since the moment he’d started inspecting her pants. Sloane made a noise of pleasure against his lips.

Then she course corrected and blew his damn mind.

Sloane broke their kiss, took a step back, and then pulled/pushed him into the captain’s chair and right on top of her discarded jacket. It made another swish as she moved around him and it and then dropped to her knees.

Brady stopped breathing for a moment, not sure if he was dreaming or not.

Sloane’s smirk as she quickly undid his jeans and tugged until he made room for them to be pulled down suggested he was not.

As the cleaning supplies on the boat and birds overhead were his witness, Brady was nothing but awake as Sloane wrapped her hand around his first mate and stroked seconds before her mouth joined in.

This time, it was Brady making noise.

Every thought not related to the desire for the woman who wasn’t holding back at his lap flew out into the sunlight and dissipated. Worry at being caught, at some neighbor walking up the drive and seeing them just next to the house, was replaced by a mounting pleasure that threatened to explode if he didn’t focus.

And even then, that was hard.

Sloane moved up and down, her tongue wrapping around him in tandem with her hand.

It felt so good that he didn’t want her to stop…

Until he did.

“Wait,” he hurried, grabbing her hand.

She pulled back, eyes hooded and face red. “What’s wrong?”

Brady’s thoughts scrambled, but he managed to say what was important. “Check my back pocket.”

Sloane’s eyebrow rose, but she didn’t question him.

However, when she held up the condom wrapper that he’d been holding, she chided him with nothing but a playful teasing in her voice.

“I do declare, Mr. Knox. We were only supposed to be working on the boat today. What did you think was going to happen?”

Brady pulled Sloane up and reached for the top of her pants. She let him guide his hands beneath them, moving them down her body, until she slipped them the rest of the way off. She was still smiling as he moved her to his lap, pinning himself against the wet fabric of the panties he was absolutely about to move.