Chapter 6: Doppelbanger: Chapter 6

WHAT IN GOD’S name is wrong with this woman?

My cock grows rigid in my suit pants as I stare at her braced against the handrail, her tongue tracing over her lips. It’s pure insanity, but I want to explore this crazy world she’s offering. I’ve never been with a woman so blunt, so uninhibited, and if I’m honest with myself, I’ve had a hard-on for her since the moment I saw her lounging in that scrap of a bikini on the main deck.

If she’s offering…Why the hell shouldn’t I indulge?

“No strings?” I ask, sauntering over and resting my hands on the railing, just outside of where hers rest.

Tink’s head shakes. “Just scratching an itch, Jeffrey.” The husky tone of her voice makes me throb with want.

Nodding, I bend my head to the dip between her shoulder and neck, ghosting the tip of my nose up the sensitive skin. Her perfume is soft and flowery. “Show me where you itch…” I rasp, trailing my tongue along the shell of her ear, biting down gently when I reach the lobe.

Gina grips my hand, moving it to the space between her legs. Lifting her skirt with our joined hands, she slips the bathing suit bottom to the side and pushes my index finger between her folds. “In here,” she moans, writhing into my hand. Her arms reach up and around my shoulders, her hands tugging the hair at the nape of my neck.

“How’s that?” I ask withdrawing my finger and reentering with two. Fuck. She’s dripping.

“Deeper,” she murmurs, sucking on my neck. She fists my erection, stroking through the thin material of my suit pants.

And good Lord, I’m so taken with her that I’m seconds away from whipping it out and fucking her in this elevator, but then the bell chimes as the doors start to open, and our private moment is intruded on by a gaggle of teenage girls.

Withdrawing my fingers discreetly, I ease to the side. My heart hammers against my rib cage as I try to reorient myself.

Flustered, Gina reaches around, pushing the button for the Serenity deck.

When the elevator stops, I follow her out to one of the dome-shaped double loungers. The only way anyone would be able to see what’s going on inside is if they were to walk around and peer in. There are a few couples lurking about, but none are paying us any mind.

“You want to do this here?” I ask, looking around, hesitant as she slips off her flip-flops and crawls in.

“I’m getting off in this little moon chair with or without your assistance, CEO. So, either get your ass in here and make yourself useful, or stand there and watch.” Looking over her shoulder, she bats her long lashes up at me. Without breaking eye contact, she trails the fingers of one hand up her thigh, bringing the skirt of her dress along with it. Before she can get her hand inside her bathing suit bottom, I’m sidled up behind her, unfastening my pants.

“I don’t date, Tink. Tell me you understand that.” My lips are hot on her ear as I grind my erection into the small of her back.

Her body trembles against mine. “I believe we’ve already hashed this all out.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” she says, reaching around to palm my cock. “I don’t catch feelings, Jeff. Don’t even want you to be my friend.”

Her tiny fist feels so fucking good moving up and down my shaft. “Tell me what you want.”

“To use you, the same way you want to use me.” Her hand tightens around my cock. “Make it good, Jeffrey.”

While Tink makes quick work of my belt and zipper, I retrieve a condom from my wallet.

“Allow me,” she says, snatching the foil packet from my hand and opening it with her front teeth. “I like to be the one administering my protection,” she explains.

My hips jerk as she rolls the latex on. “Be my guest,” I grunt, slamming into her tiny opening the second her hand is out of the way.

Gina gasps loudly in surprise. “Shhh,” I whisper, nibbling on her ear, as I withdraw and thrust inside of her hard and fast.

“Yes,” she moans. “Harder Jeffrey…Oh, God. It’s so deep.”

“Shhh,” I chuckle, cupping one hand over her mouth and bringing the other around to her swollen clit. “Quiet, Tinkerbell.”

She bites down on my pointer finger, moaning and jerking her hips to match my rhythm. With one hand over her shoulder she pulls my hair, holding my mouth to her neck. The other slips inside her top, to squeeze her breast.

All of the blood rushes to my dick as I pound away, sating this overwhelming lust without fear of misleading her—without the guilt that plagues me each time the mere thought of trying to move on with another woman enters my mind. There’s no love between us. Zero emotion. We’re satisfying a primal urge. And in this moment, it’s everything I need.

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“Ahh,” Willow sighs dramatically, relaxing in her miniature pedicure chair. “Dis duh wife!”

“Sir,” the technician, Judy, calls out, waving me over. “We have chair ready for you.” Her hand waves in a Vanna White motion over the seat next to Evangeline, who is already fighting a case of the giggles as I climb in.

“Man, I wish I had my phone, so I could get a picture of you getting your nails done to send to Gramma Betty.”

“Evangeline?”

“Yeah, Daddy?” she asks, still snickering.

“Keep it up and you just might not get that phone back when we get home.”

“You want color?” Judy asks as she dumps blue crystals into the steaming water.

“No—”

“Him want pink powish,” Willow answers, cutting me off.

Shaking my head at the woman, I mouth the word, .

“Oh, come on, Dad. It’s a family vacation,” Evangeline reminds me. “No one knows us here, remember? Anonymity, and all that.”

“You’ve got me in a nail salon filled with women, and I’m letting people touch my feet. I draw the line at painted toes.”

“Pwease, Daddy-oh,” Willow begs. “You da best daddy in da whoooole world.”

The technician places a hand on her hip, looking at me expectantly. “You make your baby girl so happy, Daddy.”

“Paint ’em black, to match his heart,” rasps the husky voice belonging to the woman I lay awake thinking about all night. She slaps the bottle of polish she’s already retrieved from the spinny thing into Judy’s hand.

“Are you stalking me?” I ask, turning to find Gina smirking at me with a hand on her hip. Her blonde hair is pulled up into a knot on the top of her head and large sunglasses hide her eyes.

“You got me, Jeff. I just knew I’d wake up at the ass crack of dawn and find you in the beauty salon, getting your nails done.”

“It’s after ten, Tink. That’s just about lunch time for most people.”

She lifts her glasses up with a finger so I can see her eyes roll. “I’m not most people, Jeffrey.”

“No,” I agree, watching her climb up into the chair across from mine. “Thank God for that. I don’t think the world could handle two of you.”