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This is a continuation of Chapter 11.

Also, this chapter will contain some mature stuff. If you are below 18, please skip this chapter, sorry.

Captain's POV

I did not realize that I wanted White just as much as I felt he wanted me.

I only realized it after he started to walk away and was getting ready to leave my cabin.

I had to do something fast.

"Wait!" I called out, just as his hand had started to turn the door knob.

He turned back to face me, waiting for me to say something more.

"Can we exchange numbers?" I asked, "I don't even know your name."

Suddenly I felt embarrassed that I had allowed him to kiss me passionately without knowing what his name was.

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

"My name is White," he replied, "I am the sous chef in the dietary department of this ship. I would appreciate it very much if this incident remains within the four walls of this cabin."

I wondered why he wanted the incident to be kept secret. Was he in a relationship and would get in trouble if his partner found out that he had engaged in a one night stand with a stranger?

Was I going blindly into a love triangle?

I supplied him my name.

"My name is Captain," I said, trying to keep my face expressionless, "and my lips are sealed but it doesn't mean that I will forget."

How did he expect me to forget the hot and passionate kiss that we had just shared.

When he did not say anything, I repeated my request, "So is it okay if we exchange numbers?"

I wondered desperately for a moment if he was planning to turn down my request.

How was I going to keep in touch with him if I didn't know his number.

I was starting to believe more firmly that he was indeed in a relationship and that he wanted what happened between us just now to be forgotten completely and forever.

I heard him let out a sigh while running his fingers through his hair.

"Actually, employees of this ship are not allowed to mingle or to get personally involved with any passenger," he explained, "I could get into serious trouble if I were to start a relationship with you."

For heavens' sake, I wasn't asking him to enter into a relationship with me. I was just asking for his contact number.

An idea hit me. Maybe we could work around that rule. Maybe there was a loophole in that rule.

"And does exchanging numbers fall under that rule?" I asked, desperately hoping that he would say no.

I held my breath as I watched him thinking carefully about my question.

"It's not specifically mentioned," he said, "but I would think so."

He was back to being cautious.

I quickly took advantage of his concession that exchanging numbers did not fall under the rule that he had just mentioned.

"Since it's not specifically mentioned in the rule, can we exchange numbers?" he probably thought that I was starting to get annoyingly persistent as he stood in front of me in deep thought.

My heart jumped when he held out his phone to me.

Yes! Persistence is one of the keys to success!

I quickly grabbed his phone and keyed in my number and when I handed his phone back to him he tapped on the number and my phone started to ring, registering his number into it.

"Thank you," I said with a big smile.

My smile turned into an open mouthed stare.

I watched with a fast beating heart as he started to walk back towards me, his eyes never leaving my face.

"For as long as we're breaking the rules," he said in a voice that was almost a whisper, "we might as well pick up where we left off."

With those words, he helped me out of my shirt and tossed it to the floor.

I lay shirtless in my bed, unable to do much to help him unbutton his own shirt because one of my hands was heavily bandaged.

When he had fully unbuttoned his shirt, he shrugged it off his shoulders and tossed it to the floor, letting it join my shirt.

My mouth was already slightly opened to receive his kiss.

I felt his tongue playing with mine as he caressed my bare chest, playing with my nipples one at a time, making me tingly all over.

He broke the kiss to start trailing his tongue across the side of my neck.

I wrapped my free arm across his neck. I was breathing heavily now.

I involuntarily jerked my chest upward when I felt his warm moist mouth covering one of my nipples.

He sucked long and hard on it before switching to my other nipple.

Then he started trailing kisses down my abdomen, stopping to dip his hot moist tongue into the hollow of my navel.

"Uhh..." I couldn't help letting out a sound just after sharply sucking in my breath.

I did not stop him from unbuttoning my pants and pulling down the zipper.

I helped him ease out my pants from my legs.

My hardened member was already straining against the fabric of my briefs.

He slowly pulled down my briefs, releasing my excited manhood.

"Aaahhh......" I couldn't help letting a moan escape from my lips as he first caressed the tip with his thumb and spreading the droplets that oozed out around the edges.

I grabbed the back of his head and gripped his hair tightly as I felt him envelope my hardness with his hot moist mouth.

I felt him sucking slowly at first in an up and down motion.

"Aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh... aaahhh..."

And then he went faster and faster and faster.........

"Uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh... uhh..."

I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ! ! !"

All my juices spurted out of me and I caught him gagging on it. He had not been able to let go in time to avoid some of the fluids entering his mouth.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I said, over and over, looking around for a box of tissues to hand over to him.

He ran over to the bathroom and I heard him gargling some water from the bathroom faucet.

I had never been more embarrassed in my whole life.

But when he came back from the bathroom, he was smiling.

"It's alright," he said, "and I'm sorry, I'm not very good at swallowing stuff that I didn't cook myself."

I laughed out loud. Only then did I remember that he was the ship's sous chef.

"Let me give you back the intense pleasure that you just gave me," I offered, tugging on the waistband of his pants with my free hand.

"No, it's okay," he said, "I will wait until your other hand has healed, then I will let you have your way with me."

"Is that a promise?" I asked, my heart in my throat.

He nodded.

"Let me seal it with a kiss," he said, kissing me one last time.