Andi Platorez was late. She'd lost track of time during a fitting at her favorite dress shop in town, spent far too much time chatting with the owner, and probably had one martini too many. Her driver had messaged her twice to keep her on schedule. But, as was the case most days, schedules just weren't her skill set.

As the car pulled up to the massive yacht parked in the Mediterranean city, she took a second to note how fast her life had changed. Two months ago she was just a girl out of her element doing call dates in Vegas. Now she was here in the Mediterranean, where she could actually speak the language, just two minutes from boarding her temporary home: the Leviathan, a yacht so long it barely looked real. She still half expected someone to ask for her boarding pass.

Two minutes later, Andi burst through the door of the main cabin.

"Caleb, honey, no, really, sorry... I'll make it up to..."

What is this?

Caleb sat on the other side of the bed, just tucking his phone into his jacket pocket as Andi stepped into the room. Around him were hundreds of roses, situated around the room, in vases, on the floor.

Andi stood shocked. She dropped her bag without thinking about her grip, which, fine, was a four-hundred-dollar bag, but priorities.

Caleb stood and walked to her.

"Where... how... do they have this many flowers in port?"

"Well, they have a lot less now," Caleb said. "They'll be fine. I hear flowers grow back pretty fast."

The smell hit Andi, thick and rose scented, the kind of smell that was going to live in this dress forever now, not that she was complaining.

"Babe! Honey! Do you ever actually work, or do you just plot romantic dinners without your girlfriend?"

"Plotting is more fun than work." Caleb lifted the bag. "What did I buy you?"

"A dress. Thank you. Red, for the meeting with the vice president of Greece... which I'm still not sure what this meeting is even..."

He kissed her. His kissing could still melt her legs, which felt deeply unfair this early in the evening.

"Caleb."

"So dinner's downstairs, should be ready in..." he checked his watch, "twenty minutes. We could watch the sunset, or..."

Andi was on him. "Twenty minutes is just about right, and I've seen plenty of sunsets." She kissed him again, this time hungry, aggressive, then broke away and turned, placing the zipper on the back of her dress closer to him.

Caleb laughed. "Someone's eager... you don't even play hard to get anymore."

"I'm on a yacht, somewhere in the Mediterranean, and my stupid boyfriend bought every rose in town just to try to get some action. So no, Caleb, I'm really not that hard for you to get." She pointed over her shoulder at her neckline, hopped a little in anticipation. "Zipper, please?"

Caleb smirked. He knew this game, and he knew Andi. She would play along right up until their clothes were off, then she'd settle into her normal personality, the one that attracted him to her in the first place.

He slowly lowered the zipper, her back revealing itself.

"Caleb... nineteen minutes. You're cutting into your foreplay time."

The zipper landed at the small of her back, just below her hips. Caleb slid a hand under the ending point of the zipper, sliding around her ass and finding a warm, moist place.

"Ohhh." Andi leaned into him. "Okay, so, foreplay time is accelerating... Caleb, I..."

His fingers curled. She felt the rough scratch of lingerie against his knuckle, and Andi hitched.

"Oh... okay... that's, that's nice." Her voice fell off, and she leaned back into him, spreading her hips wide. She kicked off one heel, then the other. Caleb buried his lips in her neck.

Andi curled one hand around Caleb's neck, steadying herself, leaning into him. His finger sent shocks through her body, already making it hard to balance. Caleb's left arm gave her support.

"Caleb," she moaned. "That's not fair... guh... not fair." She hitched again. "At this pace you won't need seventeen more minutes... just... oh, oh, that's a new feeling, that's a nice feeling... Caleb."

"Mm-hmm," he whispered into her neck.

"Honey, can we... ohhh." She jerked. "Jesus, make a note of that location. Definitely a top five memory."

Caleb laughed into her neck.

Andi flopped an arm, one that wasn't working as well as it had five minutes ago, toward the bed.

"There, maybe, over there... ohhh." She lowered herself onto his finger, moving with him, placing the sensation where she needed it most. "Or here... here is fine, but my legs aren't... guh... oh, yes, that's a new thing... right there... my legs aren't going to hold me up for much longer."

Caleb laughed again, sliding his hand out from her.

"No, no, I didn't mean stop, I meant keep going, but move at the same time."

Caleb motioned toward the bed, checked his watch. "About twelve more minutes. You pick. You're right, it won't take long."

He started undressing.

"Too slow," Andi said, reaching for his jacket, yanking at it. "Jesus, what are these, bicycle locks? Just... get it... off." The jacket flew across the cabin.

Two buttons were lost on his shirt, and a rip was heard.

"You might need new clothes. Sorry... I'm not sorry. Bed. Now."

Caleb turned toward the bed. Andi pushed past him, laughing, giggling. Her dress and underwear were long gone. She jumped onto the bed, rolling over onto her stomach.

"Caleb," she asked as he pulled her ankles toward him.

"Yes, Andi?"

"You're taking too long, honey. My sexual mood is like... there... right there. Can you, you know, hurry up?"

"Okay, I'm feeling a little used at the moment. I was just admiring your stunning..."

"Caleb, now."

"Okay, okay." Andi giggled, pleased with how this game was going.

"You know, I could take my time and..."

Before Andi could give him a sarcastic reply, he was inside her.

"No fair," she moaned, "you tried to trick me," she purred. "Just like that, you have nine minutes... to do... just that, just like... ohhhhhh, that's new."

Caleb lay on top of her, moving in her, Andi matching his rhythm.

Andi felt the feeling in her toes first, rolling her feet to keep the sensation at bay. It crept up her legs, it always did, slow and a little smug about it, like it knew exactly how this story ended.

"Baby, I'm coming, please don't stop."

The sensation of warmth came first, hitting her lower spine, then an explosion of tingles emanating from her connection to Caleb. Andi surrendered to the feeling, going limp, whimpering for Caleb not to stop.

The sudden surge of slickness hit Caleb's cock.

"Andi," Caleb growled.

"Honey, concentrate. You're doing fine, just concentrate... like, just, yes, good concentrating. Good boy."

"Andi, I'm..."

"Oh, okay, do you want me to roll..."

Caleb came in her, pressing deep into her.

Andi relaxed, feeling him, letting him have a moment. She always enjoyed this part, the jerking and twitching, the way he went briefly, gloriously stupid.

Andi, out of breath. "That was a nice 'did you have a nice day, honey' surprise," she said softly. "You have about five minutes. You want to just make out for the rest of the time?" She giggled. "I need some time to get my balance back."

Caleb laughed. "I think maybe the five minutes would be better used cleaning up a little. There's a... situation down here for both of us."

"Fine," Andi said, "but I get makeout time on deck after dinner. And this better be Taco Tuesday, like real tacos. Chef did that deconstructed taco thing last Tuesday, not acceptable."

Caleb, still laughing. "I told him not to do that again, that you were emotionally traumatized by his taco paté and tortilla cheese soup."

"Well," Andi said, slipping out of the bed, holding fluids in as discreetly as possible, "you would too if someone tried to feed you a taco that looked like a bird regurgitated it."

She slipped, wobbled to the bathroom.

"God... maybe a different injection point next time, this is..." She closed the door. "God, this is like a waterbed leak."

Caleb laughed.

The tacos were regular tacos. There was making out on the deck afterward. There was more injecting after dessert.