elished being with him 24-7, and I’m not ready to share him with
his company and his family. We’ve had a blissful honeymoon. With a few ups
and downs, I admit, but that’s normal for a newly married couple, surely?
But Christian cannot contain his boyish excitement, and despite my dark
thoughts, it’s infectious. When he rises gracefully off the bed, I follow,
intrigued. What has he got in mind?
Christian straps the key to my wrist.
“You want me to drive?”
“Yes.” Christian grins. “That’s not too tight?”
“It’s fine. Is that why you’re wearing a life jacket?” I arch my eyebrow.
“Yes.”
I can’t help my giggle. “Such confidence in my driving capabilities, Mr. Grey.”
“As ever, Mrs. Grey.”
“Well, don’t lecture me.”
Christian holds his hands up in a defensive gesture, but he’s smiling.
“Would I dare?”
“Yes you would, and yes you do, and we can’t pull over and argue on the
sidewalk here.”
“Fair point well made, Mrs. Grey. Are we going to stand on this platform all
day debating your driving skills, or are we going to ha一ve some fun?”
“Fair point well made, Mr. Grey.” I grasp the handlebars of the Jet Ski and
clamber on. Christian climbs on behind me and kicks us away from the
yacht. Taylor and two of the deckhands look on in amusement. Sliding
forward, Christian wraps his arms around me and snuggles his thighs
against mine. Yes, this is what I like about this form of transport. I insert in
the ignition key and push the start button, and the engine roars into life.
“Ready?” I shout to Christian over the noise.
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“As I’ll ever be,” he says, his mouth close to my ear. Gently, I pull on the lever
and the Jet Ski moves away from the Fair Lady, far too sedately for my
liking. Christian tightens his embrace. I pull on the gas some more, and we
shoot forward and I’m delighted when we don’t stall.
“Whoa!” Christian calls from behind, but the exhilaration in his voice is
palpable. I speed past the Fair Lady toward the open sea. We’re anchored
outside the Por
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