Tides Of Lust

Lord William Suffield was sailing to America with his new wife and her maid. But when their ship is taken by a crew of all-female pirates, he finds himself their unwilling captive. Who is Captain Grace O'Leary? And what does she have planned for him? Now William, his wife Constance, and their maid Molly are all sailing on the "Tides of Lust!"



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Grace watched as a riot of emotions chased themselves across William's face. Confusion, understanding, a bright surge of hope, an answering darkness as he shook his head.



"I am married, my lady captain," he said, taking refuge in formality.



Damn the man! Why did he have to be soso honorable?



She would not, would not beg, she swore to herself. "True." She backed away and leaned against a bulkhead, crossing her arms under her breasts, using the motion to lift them slightly. Her lip twitched as she caught William noticing. "But do you wish to go to her bed, as her husband, with this hanging over your head?



"One night, William. I offer nothing more. And nothing less.



"You say she is cold to you. I am not. I am not like my sisters. I am not drawn to them. I want" Their eyes locked suddenly, sea-gray meeting his dark blue, like the twilight sky in the last moments before true night fell. "I want a man. I want to feel him inside me. I want muscles and strong arms and legs and something long and hard I can ride."



She watched him lift the glass to his lips, swallowing the last of the whiskey. Slowly, he rose to his feet and set the glass aside, and she despaired, sure he was about to leave.



In two long strides, he was next to her. She gasped as she felt his arms close around her, holding her tight. She felt his head nestle against her hair, and she returned his embrace, knowing without being told his need for simple human comfort.



When they parted, his eyes were shining in the lamplight. "So," he murmured. "How do you want to do this?"



"I want to make love to you," she answered. She held up her hand as he tried to speak. "Not with you. To you.



"Stand over there," she said, using her chin to point at the curtained alcove where her bunk lay. "Very good," she smiled as he obeyed her order. She followed, looking up at him, admiring his well-made body. Even as she did, she could feel her pulse begin race excitedly, her body preparing itself for love.



Seven weeks. Seven weeks since they had left port. Seven weeks since she'd had a man. Touching herself until she gained release was not nearly enough, and even if she had been like some of the other women on the ship, who did not blink at taking female lovers, doing so would have undermined her authority.



"What-" but she cut him off.



"I am making love to you," she repeated. She stepped closer, running her hands over the fine cloth of his shirt, feeling the strong muscles underneath. For once she was glad William was not dressed in his customary finery. He looked very well in the clothes of a lord, but getting him out of them



That would take far too long.