My Captain's Forbidden Fruit
Aleksander is an experienced entertainment officer on cruises and super yachts. Only, his cruise career ended once he was found smuggling vodka bottles onto his ship. Now, working an a mega charter, he finds himself in a weird situation once his female captain catches him drinking in the middle of the night. He expects to get fired, but he doesn't realize he's found a soul as lonely as his.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is meant only for readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt. . .
She reached over and poured more vodka into my thermos cup top, she raised it to her lips and looked at my hotly over its rim. She put it back down onto her desk. "That's a very professional way of thinking." She gave a sweetly evil grin. "You know what's even more professional?"
"No. What?"
"I have given you every opportunity to look at what I have been trying to show you." She adjusted even more of posture to given me greater vantage of what was between her legs. "And, you're valiantly trying not to."
"The thigh scratches?"
She clapped her hands together and pointed, briefly. "Bingo!"
"You have being doing that on purpose?"
She took another sip. "Yup."
"Why?"
"How long have you been working for me?"
"A little over a year."
"And in that whole time, I've noticed that you look at me differently than the stewardesses. Especially why you think I'm not going to notice. You're very subtle about it."
"Sorry."
"Don't be!" She gave a sarcastic pout. "Haven't you noticed I look at you the same way?"
"No?"
"Men," she exhaled dramatically that made her bangs fluff upwards for a second. "So oblivious! Do, I have to spell it out for you?"
"As beautiful and intelligent and desirable as you are, you're my boss and therefore forbidden fruit. That's what I've always thought."
"Have ever you thought that, sometimes," she uncrossed her legs, and dangled them over the side of the bed, "a forbidden fruit wants to be eaten? Pretend I'm not your captain. If you met me at a bar on land, would you make a play for my attention?"
"
Absolutely." I took a sip of vodka. "It would start with a cheesy pick up line quoting a poem from Baudelaire."
"Flowers of Evil? Nice!"
"So. The forbidden fruit wants to be eaten?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, yes. Very much, yes...
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WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is meant only for readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt. . .
She reached over and poured more vodka into my thermos cup top, she raised it to her lips and looked at my hotly over its rim. She put it back down onto her desk. "That's a very professional way of thinking." She gave a sweetly evil grin. "You know what's even more professional?"
"No. What?"
"I have given you every opportunity to look at what I have been trying to show you." She adjusted even more of posture to given me greater vantage of what was between her legs. "And, you're valiantly trying not to."
"The thigh scratches?"
She clapped her hands together and pointed, briefly. "Bingo!"
"You have being doing that on purpose?"
She took another sip. "Yup."
"Why?"
"How long have you been working for me?"
"A little over a year."
"And in that whole time, I've noticed that you look at me differently than the stewardesses. Especially why you think I'm not going to notice. You're very subtle about it."
"Sorry."
"Don't be!" She gave a sarcastic pout. "Haven't you noticed I look at you the same way?"
"No?"
"Men," she exhaled dramatically that made her bangs fluff upwards for a second. "So oblivious! Do, I have to spell it out for you?"
"As beautiful and intelligent and desirable as you are, you're my boss and therefore forbidden fruit. That's what I've always thought."
"Have ever you thought that, sometimes," she uncrossed her legs, and dangled them over the side of the bed, "a forbidden fruit wants to be eaten? Pretend I'm not your captain. If you met me at a bar on land, would you make a play for my attention?"
"
Absolutely." I took a sip of vodka. "It would start with a cheesy pick up line quoting a poem from Baudelaire."
"Flowers of Evil? Nice!"
"So. The forbidden fruit wants to be eaten?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, yes. Very much, yes...
My Captain's Forbidden Fruit
Aleksander is an experienced entertainment officer on cruises and super yachts. Only, his cruise career ended once he was found smuggling vodka bottles onto his ship. Now, working an a mega charter, he finds himself in a weird situation once his female captain catches him drinking in the middle of the night. He expects to get fired, but he doesn't realize he's found a soul as lonely as his.
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is meant only for readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt. . .
She reached over and poured more vodka into my thermos cup top, she raised it to her lips and looked at my hotly over its rim. She put it back down onto her desk. "That's a very professional way of thinking." She gave a sweetly evil grin. "You know what's even more professional?"
"No. What?"
"I have given you every opportunity to look at what I have been trying to show you." She adjusted even more of posture to given me greater vantage of what was between her legs. "And, you're valiantly trying not to."
"The thigh scratches?"
She clapped her hands together and pointed, briefly. "Bingo!"
"You have being doing that on purpose?"
She took another sip. "Yup."
"Why?"
"How long have you been working for me?"
"A little over a year."
"And in that whole time, I've noticed that you look at me differently than the stewardesses. Especially why you think I'm not going to notice. You're very subtle about it."
"Sorry."
"Don't be!" She gave a sarcastic pout. "Haven't you noticed I look at you the same way?"
"No?"
"Men," she exhaled dramatically that made her bangs fluff upwards for a second. "So oblivious! Do, I have to spell it out for you?"
"As beautiful and intelligent and desirable as you are, you're my boss and therefore forbidden fruit. That's what I've always thought."
"Have ever you thought that, sometimes," she uncrossed her legs, and dangled them over the side of the bed, "a forbidden fruit wants to be eaten? Pretend I'm not your captain. If you met me at a bar on land, would you make a play for my attention?"
"
Absolutely." I took a sip of vodka. "It would start with a cheesy pick up line quoting a poem from Baudelaire."
"Flowers of Evil? Nice!"
"So. The forbidden fruit wants to be eaten?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, yes. Very much, yes...
WARNING! This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is meant only for readers of legal age. Here is an excerpt. . .
She reached over and poured more vodka into my thermos cup top, she raised it to her lips and looked at my hotly over its rim. She put it back down onto her desk. "That's a very professional way of thinking." She gave a sweetly evil grin. "You know what's even more professional?"
"No. What?"
"I have given you every opportunity to look at what I have been trying to show you." She adjusted even more of posture to given me greater vantage of what was between her legs. "And, you're valiantly trying not to."
"The thigh scratches?"
She clapped her hands together and pointed, briefly. "Bingo!"
"You have being doing that on purpose?"
She took another sip. "Yup."
"Why?"
"How long have you been working for me?"
"A little over a year."
"And in that whole time, I've noticed that you look at me differently than the stewardesses. Especially why you think I'm not going to notice. You're very subtle about it."
"Sorry."
"Don't be!" She gave a sarcastic pout. "Haven't you noticed I look at you the same way?"
"No?"
"Men," she exhaled dramatically that made her bangs fluff upwards for a second. "So oblivious! Do, I have to spell it out for you?"
"As beautiful and intelligent and desirable as you are, you're my boss and therefore forbidden fruit. That's what I've always thought."
"Have ever you thought that, sometimes," she uncrossed her legs, and dangled them over the side of the bed, "a forbidden fruit wants to be eaten? Pretend I'm not your captain. If you met me at a bar on land, would you make a play for my attention?"
"
Absolutely." I took a sip of vodka. "It would start with a cheesy pick up line quoting a poem from Baudelaire."
"Flowers of Evil? Nice!"
"So. The forbidden fruit wants to be eaten?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, yes. Very much, yes...
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| BN ID: | 2940185654132 |
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| Publisher: | Smuthouse |
| Publication date: | 02/02/2023 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 909,123 |
| File size: | 94 KB |
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