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Sinbad woke up slowly, lying on soft clean sheets and was pleased to find himself alone in Thatch's bed. Morning light streamed in through the opened windows, and the shouts of dock workers mingled with the calls of shop keepers from the nearby market. The scent of food cooking cut through the smell of the ocean, and Sinbad's stomach rumbled with hunger. It'd been too long since he'd eaten.

His ass ached, a reminder of what Thatch had done to him last night. Sinbad grinned into the sheets and stretched, welcoming the dull pain, and considered going straight back to sleep. Thatch could stand to share his bed for a while longer.

"You awake, Sinbad?" Thatch asked, leaning in through the door. Sinbad twitched, his hand flying to the edge of the crumpled sheets, and he barely restrained himself from dragging them over his body. Sheets were no armour, and hiding wouldn't save him.

It took more control than Sinbad wanted to admit for him to roll over and face Thatch, and still he dragged his knees up in front of him to shield his body from the other man's gaze. "Yes," he said, his stomach twisting with his awareness of Thatch studying him. Despite his mockery, he knew that Thatch was no fool. Few foolish men survived in their line of work.

"Good." Thatch grinned at him, slow and happy, and Sinbad's heart beat a little quicker. In the morning light, Thatch was a devilishly handsome man—the kind of man no father would leave alone with his daughter, for fear that he'd come back to find his little girl made a very satisfied woman. His black hair was pulled into dozens of beaded braids, falling down to the middle of his back in a tangled, unruly mass that Sinbad's fingers itched to straighten, and his face was an invitation to sin when he smiled like that.

It was rude to turn down an invitation, Sinbad decided, a reluctant smile crossing his face. "Why? You need me for something?"

"I don't know that I'd say need, but it'd be more enjoyable as a two man job," Thatch replied, easing through the door and sliding it closed behind him. He pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the side, and Sinbad sighed with pleasure, his cock swelling eagerly behind the shield of his legs. Thatch was tall and lean, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his skin darkened to rich gold by the Caribbean sun. Sinbad sincerely appreciated Thatch's dedication to nude sunbathing.

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