He led her toward the lounge couch and turned her so she was facing the luxurious, olive and black furniture. She was naked and exposed. It was everything she could do not to wrap her arms around herself for a little bit of coverage, but she knew he wouldn't allow it. His mercurial moods since arriving on the yacht might have taken a turn for the better, but she wasn't banking on him allowing her any concessions at this point. She could still feel the anger seething just below the surface.
Her feeling of exposure intensified when he placed a large palm against the middle of her back and and urged her forward against the seat. She glanced over at him with a frown as she bent at the waist. He took her wrist in his other hand and pulled it down, forcing her to lean. With a gasp, she fell for
