Prologue

The Enchantment

A Midsummer Party by a Manhattan Harbor...

Under the starry skies and a full moon, a young man with wild dark hair chased a sexy brunette across the wet beach sands. Behind them, large party tents and gazebos were brightly and merrily lit. Music filled the air, but the gaiety was mostly drowned out by the sound of the rushing surf.

He was in his mid-twenties, tall, dark, and handsome. He wore a tux and white shirt, and his bowtie hung loose and forgotten around his unbuttoned collar. Although he was steady on his feet, he knew he had much too much to drink that night—but it wouldn't stop him from closing out the day in the arms of the object of his sexual obsession.

That object was elegantly dressed in a shimmering red satin spaghetti string evening gown. At the moment, her skirt was indecently hiked up along her smooth slender thighs as she ran just quick enough to keep out of his reach. She adored being pursued by her peer group's most desired young man, and she didn't want him to lose interest in her if she got out far ahead of him. She had worked long and hard to gain his attention, and now that she'd finally won it, she wasn't about to lose it!

"Mandy, damn it! Get your sexy behind back here!" he called after the teasing brunette.

"Come on, Roycie-boycie! Show me what you're made of. I told you I wasn't easy!" she threw over her shoulder.

"That's not what the other guys have been telling me," he said with a chuckle.

She made an indignant gasp before she stopped and snatched around. The night sea breeze blew her long dark hair around her pretty face that now looked gloriously offended. "And just for that, you're not going to get anything from me tonight, Roycie!"

"You wanna bet?" He grinned with pompous conceit.

"Fuck you, you arrogant prick!"

"Oh don't be like that, Mandy," he cooed, although his voice sounded bored rather than contrite. "You know I didn't mean—IT!" He suddenly shot for her with speed she hadn't anticipated, but she still had the advantage of a twenty foot gap—and his intoxicated state.

She snapped around, laughing, and ran further into the darkness toward the dimly lit harbor. Royce the pursuer, however, wasn't one to give up once he set in the chase. He was a competitive guy, and she darn well knew it...

He ran as fast as his hazy brain and feet could take him, but damn! The girl was nimble. He'd at least give her that. He sprinted straight for the quiet harbor searching for her, calling her name every now and then. Although he heard her giggles bouncing off the trees and buildings around him, he couldn't pin-point exactly where that sexy source was.

"Damn it!" he cursed beneath his breath. He snapped his windblown head around, peering through the night, trying to catch a glimpse of that elusive nymph. "Why in the hell did I have to get horny for a college gymnast?" he said beneath his breath. Then, a little louder, "Look, I'm sorry okay, Mandy?! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You know I'm a little buzzed at the moment, so come on and take pity on this poor wretch! Come on, Mandy! Come to papa! Give me a chance to make it up to you!"

"Right!" he heard her giggle, her voice bouncing in his head.

He snapped around before he paused, sharpening his hearing. He tried to listen which direction her giggles were coming in the loudest. Then his glossy gaze riveted toward the large sleek white yacht in its dock. He suddenly saw her slim silhouette on the bow.

Her long hair was blowing wildly around her svelte frame, and she appeared to be searching for something. Then she seemed to appear into the darkness beyond the ring of light on the pier, clearly trying to spot where he was.

A slow, devilish smile curved his full lips.

"I should've guessed. Gotcha, you little fox," he chuckled beneath his breath before a twinkle found its way through the reddish haze of his eyes. He bent, removed his shoes and socks, and launched into a quiet but quick run for the boardwalk toward the yacht.

He knew this yacht well. Very well. He knew every board, every tether, every nook and cranny. This would work to his advantage. She wouldn't even hear him coming, but she was definitely going to have him coming. Oh yeah. She wasn't going to get away from a good fucking now. Drunk as he was by then, he wasn't thinking about anything else except ONE thing.

He came to the start of the pier and grinned as he undressed himself. He was having a little trouble because his clothes seemed to cling to his body. That was probably because he was drunk out of his mind and impatiently horny.

When he was completely naked, he walked into the cold sea water. Oh so silently, he began the short swim to the side of the boat before he pulled himself up on the ladder. The cold seawater instantly sobered him up.

"Damn! That's cold," he mumbled.

Once on deck, however, he saw she wasn't where she'd been standing before. He bit down a silent curse, but he wasn't going to give up. In the dark, he crept on silent wet toes along the cabin and to the bow just when he heard the light door on the opposite side of the cabin fall to a close. He froze with beating heart of excitement. He grinned. No more escaping him now.

He snapped around and carefully opened the door on his side and slipped inside. He listened to her soft but swift footsteps in the quarters below. He took the steps down into the main cabin area and, although it was dark, he knew his way around without touching a thing. He continued his search down the short hall that led to the four sleeping quarters and saw that one door was left ajar.

He was disappointed that it was his brother's sleeping quarters. Oh well. Desperate times necessitated desperate measures! So he stepped to the door and grinned as he slipped inside. He surprised her when he threw open the portal and she snapped around in the darkness with a soft gasp.

"Game's over you sexy little castaway!" he said with a fake tone of reprimand.

She slowly turned as she rose to her feet, the silhouette of her slim figure stark against the pale light coming in from the portholes behind her. In their respective positions, he was bathed in moonlight while she was wrapped in shadows, but he could feel her gaze roam down his tall naked length. The mere fact that she was looking at his body had him instantly aroused, and he knew she saw it.

"Take it all in, baby, because you're going to take it all in," he said as he threw the door shut.

In the next instant he shot for her, grabbing her by her waist before he rather rudely threw her on her back on the bed. He made a mental note—and hoped he would remember—to make it up to her in the morning. But he had more pressing things to see to at that moment!

He immediately dropped his large body on top of her and crushed his starved mouth over her mouth. He must've surprised her because she didn't fight him. As a matter of fact, he must've really surprised her because as the seconds ticked by, she didn't react at all. Not a move. Not a sound.

He began feverishly kissing her. His inebriated brain immediately registered that she was naked. So she undressed for him, anticipating a good fucking, and that realization fed his lust, making it burn brighter. He felt a profound hunger suddenly erupt inside him, and it spread like wildfire from his groin throughout the rest of his being. His knees impatiently shoved hers wide before he pressed his hips in between as he smothered her with his mouth.

That's when he felt her reaction—in the form of a playful struggle.

"Oh, no you don't," he chuckled with thick tongue. "It's gonna happen. You owe me," he said with a grin close to her gasping lips as he cupped her between her legs and rubbed a little harder than he intended.

And then suddenly, things changed.

He blinked when he realized she had him on his back, and she had a silken leg tossed over him before she rose and straddled him. He could feel the heat of her pussy lips wrap lovingly around the stretch of his thick rigid shaft. He froze just for a few moments as she gazed down at him from the shadows of her tumbling hair, her hands braced gently on his chest. When his initial shock dissipated, he slowly smiled.

"What're you going to do me now, hm?" he asked with a voice deep of lust.

She raised her hands off his chest and gently touched his handsome face bathing in a ray of pale moonlight coming in from a porthole. His smile slowly faded as he became aware of the gentle, even loving caresses of fingers that seemed to want to follow every line of his face. His raging lust slowly subsided as he stared quietly up at her. Something much more profound and deep rose inside him as his large hands quietly stroked her taut, soft waist.

He never knew Mandy Gallagher was so sweet and gentle.

She leaned down and kissed him, and he twisted his head to accommodate her. Her hair fell like a silk curtain around his head as his hands smoothed down her hips and kneaded her sensitive curves. He was enthralled by the sensation of her hot, moist core moving over his burning shaft, and he began guiding her hips so that she could feel every swollen vein covering his girth.

By the time she broke the kiss, she was out of breath and he was deliriously dizzy. He couldn't blame the ten glasses of champagne for that. It was her, Mandy, all her, and the powerful effect she had on him. He never knew he'd feel this profoundly for this girl.

Her lips were softer than soft and her tongue was wet and burning. She trailed wet hot kisses along his jaw, and the sensations had him lay his head back and close his eyes, allowing himself to fully enjoy this sweet but erotic pampering while his hands kept a steady pace pushing and pulling her by her hips over his aching cock.

"Aw jeez, baby, you're so sweet," he groaned.

He took her arms and gently pulled her on her back on the bed. He suddenly felt this incredible desire to be gentle, even—as silly as it might have been to him hours earlier—romantic with her. He couldn't understand this completely alien desire that overtook his more fiery side, but what he felt now was more powerful than just carnal lust.

With her beneath him, he gazed at her face that was hidden in the shadows. But he didn't need to see her face clearly. He could sense it, and he's stared at her so much in the past that it was practically engraved in his mind's eye.

He moved over her, pressing her back down. She moaned as she moved her head back when he found her wet hot pussy and pushed into her. Then something powerful overtook and he found himself losing control. It was as if something awakened inside her, some starved beast, and he immediately began thrusting short and hard into her tight channel.

He didn't want to leave her body, not even for a millisecond. His moves were short and quick, keeping his aching shaft inside her as much as he physically could. His groans and breaths quickened and mingled with her soft, short moans before he silenced her with a starved kiss.

He suddenly rolled on his back taking her with him.

Her long, thick hair flew like a fan around her head and made her dizzy, but he was already pumping his lean hips hard upward as his hands gripped her hips, shoving her down as he thrust up. He was feverishly impaling her, having her ride him fast and furious, and the initial pain she felt vanished as she concentrated on not losing her balance! She finally fell forward and braced hands on outstretched arms against his chest, feeling one hand gripping her hip and the other seeking and finding a quick bouncing breast.

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