She rocked her hips into him and gasped. “Do you have a sleeping cabin on this boat?”	His teeth brushed her ear. “Yes.”	“Do you have protection?”	Her question didn’t register through the haze of his hunger for her.	“Cannons, a cutlass, and a few pistols.”	She chuckled and kissed him again.	“How about condoms?
Lisa Kessler, Magnolia Mystic
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