“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t make this arrangement permanent.”

Brad stared at her, at the woman whose name her very suddenly realized he didn’t actually know for sure. The woman who was currently dangling a key over the edge of the cruise ship, ready to drop into ocean. She said it was Alessandra, but Brad was no longer sure if she had been truthful.

It started as a one night stand, or so he thought. Then he’d woken up with a piece of metal encasing his dick. Now it was days later, and he’d spent app of them waiting on her hand and foot.

Despite himself, Brad felt his cock strain hard against its cage under his swimsuit. Even with what was at stake, he couldn’t help it. It was all too much, the entire situation was more than he could handle.

He looked up with pleading eyes at the Latina woman in the bright yellow bikini leaning casually against the railing as if she wasn’t holding the key to his manhood over both the proverbial and literal ledge.

“Well?” She said with one raised eyebrow. “I’m waiting.”