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A/N – Thanks to everyone for your reviews, they've put a permanent grin on my face! This is my first attempt at smut so I started off light, let me know what you think.

Previously on Calamari Poisoning:

"Not in the bedroom?"

"Only when you're not here," I replied. "To be honest I'm afraid that if I have two Rangers in my bedroom at the same time my mind would fry."

He chuckled and stood up; wrapping his strong arms around my waist then placed a light kiss on my lips. "Remember babe, one Ranger is all you'll ever need."

I shivered. Didn't I know it.

Calamari Poisoning

Chapter 4

"If that's everything Milady, then your chariot awaits."

"My chariot?" I giggled. I couldn't help it. Playful Ranger is downright adorable.

He shrugged his shoulders a fraction. "Meh, chariot – super powered sports car – same thing really."

I stepped out of his arms and made a quick stop in the bedroom. Making sure he wasn't looking in I carefully extracted his gifts from under my pillow and tucked them into the bottom of my purse before heading backing to the living room. I took Ranger's proffered arm and we left the apartment, locking up behind us. As if that would make any real difference. When we reached the parking lot (via the stairs, of course – some things never change) I stopped short.

"What the hell is that?" In front of me sat, not Ranger's Porsche Turbo that I loved so very much, but an even sleeker, impossibly sexy black car that gave me goose bumps just looking at the damn thing.

He turned back to me, beeping the car unlocked. "My new car. I needed a new car babe."

"Ranger, you need a new car like I need a hole in the head."

"Okay, okay. So I wanted a new car. Do I question you every time you buy a new pair of shoes that look identical to five other pairs in your closet?" he smirked. Huh, I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance at his slanderous comments against my shoes.

"That's different. My shoes don't cost 500,000 a go."

"Not far off it. And besides, it was only 250,000.

"Positively a bargain."

He smirked some more then opened the passenger side door for me "Babe, it's an Aston Martin Vanquish Ultimate Edition. Only forty of these cars exist in the world. So yeah, I would consider it a bargain. Besides, isn't she pretty?"

I shifted my weight to one side and eyed the car up. I couldn't say anything because all I could think was that the word 'pretty' was seriously selling this car short. This wasn't just a car, this was sex on wheels. The hood and the trunk were beautifully curved, the roof was dangerously low and I could just picture James Bond cruising along the Monte Carlo promenade with a gorgeous woman by his side.

Instead of replying I walked round to the open door and allowed Ranger to help me into my seat. Holy Jesus of Nazareth! This has officially ousted the Turbo from its top spot. The interior was all butter soft black leather with red leather accents on the seats and doors and the display looked like the cockpit of the Concorde. Ranger slipped into the driver's seat, a knowing smile playing on his lips and turned the ignition. Oh god, I think I just had an orgasm. This thing purrs like a kitten! Okay, I'm in heaven.

A full ten minutes later I came out of my Aston Martin induced coma and noticed we had left Trenton and were already on I195. Now this got my curiosity doing overtime. I don't know why but I had assumed we weren't going far. I shifted in my seat to watch Ranger. He was most definitely not in his driving zone. He was grinning like a loon and every so often his eyes would flick in my direction.

"Decided to join the living again I see."

I decided to take the mature route by ignoring his dig and going straight for the gold.

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise." Damn! No hesitation or signs of weakness at all. Who am I kidding, this is Ranger. If he can withhold information from Russian terrorists under torture then I don't stand a chance in hell. Unless of course I play dirty. I slipped my hand onto his thigh and began drawing soft circles up his leg.

"Well tell me now and I'll still be surprised."

"Not happening babe." God. I ran my fingers higher to the point his leg met his hip.

"I have ways of making you talk you know"

"Sadly none of which are legal while I'm driving."

"I never pegged you for a man who played by the rules Carlos." He quietly sucked in a breath and shuddered. Ha! Score one for Stephanie! See it turns out that Ranger gets incredibly turned on at the drop of a hat just by me saying his given name. As this would be inappropriate behaviour for events such as family dinners or when we're working, I like to keep it for special occasions. Like when we're in bed or for blackmail purposes.

Unfortunately though, instead of making Ranger spill the beans, he took his right hand off the steering wheel and slipped it under my skirt before I had a chance to blink. The second his fingertips brushed the lace of my panties I was a goner. I closed my eyes, dropped my head back on the headrest and lost myself in his touch. I felt the fabric being pushed to the side and then he was there, running his thumb over my clit before easing his middle finger ever so slowly inside my folds, producing a low guttural moan from my throat. My breathing became uneven and my heart beat raced as he stroked and teased and caressed my most sensitive spot.

I could feel the tension building from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair, meeting in the middle. I was teetering over the edge of an intense orgasm when Ranger pushed a second finger inside, curling them in a 'come hither' motion. Stars burst behind my eye lids and arched back in my seat, grinding myself onto his hand as I came screaming his name.

I slouched back into the heavenly leather and gazed lazily up at Ranger. His eyes were midnight black and he was having as much difficulty breathing as I was. He gradually withdrew his fingers from me and sucked them into his mouth, carefully licking my juices. Our eyes met for a second and he was drowning in desire.

"Yum." Oh dear lord.

A half hour later I was squirming in my seat again for very different reasons. Ten minutes ago we started passing signs for Point Pleasant and I finally knew where we were going! Ranger still wasn't saying anything but it's not like he could hide it from me anymore. We began along Herbertsville Road that would let us directly to the beach when suddenly the car took a left and we were on a tree-lined residential street. A few moments later I got a brief glimpse of the water before we pulled into the parking lot of the Crystal Point Yacht Club. Huh?

Ranger parked in a free space right at the front door (of course), got out the car and came round to my side. He opened my door and held a hand out to me.

"Do you plan on sitting in the car all day or do you want to find out what's going on?"

I didn't dignify that question with an answer but it certainly got me moving. Why would he take me to a yacht club if we were going to Point Pleasant when he knows how much I love the boardwalk? I stood looking at the building for a moment trying to figure out what the hell was going on when Ranger reappeared at my side carrying a large black duffle bag and a garment bag slung over his shoulder. Where did they come from?

He grasped my hand in his free one and guided me down a side alley bypassing the building completely. We came out the other end facing a narrow inlet of the Atlantic Ocean and a marina filled with gleaming white sail boats and mini yachts, coming to a stop at one of the larger boats. Ranger placed the bags on the ledge of the steps beside the boat and leaned against the railing.

"So, what d'you think?"

What did I think? What did I think?! I think it's a boat. Wait... did he...?

"Did you buy a boat?" He grinned, obviously pleased with himself.

"Yep."

"When? Why?"

"A couple weeks ago. I thought it would be fun," he shrugged his shoulders. "We could go on trips and you wouldn't even need to fly."

Now that certainly held a lot of appeal. But who was this man? Ranger doesn't buy boats for fun and Ranger does not suggest taking time off work for trips on said boat. I could get used to this Ranger.

"I like the boat."

He stepped to the side and followed me on to the deck, hauling the bags back into his arms. In the middle of the boat was a narrow door that led down a few steps and into the living quarters. I couldn't believe how much was fitted into such a small space. To one side was a little kitchen with a two seater dining table and two cream love seats. Next to this was the bathroom; a toilet, sink and shower cramped together in a tiny room and through a rolling door was the bedroom. Even though space was tight the bed was huge. It took up the entire room from wall to wall and had several throw pillows arranged on the headboard. The whole place was done up in neutral wood tones, much like his apartment.

Ranger set the bags down on the bed, took my hand again and led me up to the deck. No explanations of what was going on, no hints as to what his plans might be. For all I knew he could be kidnapping me and sailing off to Peru. I was beginning to get antsy; this is just ridiculous.

"Where are we going, Ranger?"

"Trust me?" I nodded. "Well then just accept it when I tell you that you'll love what I have planned. I promise." Then he sat in the driving seat of the boat and turned the key in the ignition. The boat rocked slightly so I sat next to him and watched as we sped out of the marina.

We sailed out of the inlet and a few minutes later hit the Atlantic Ocean, the water sparking like diamonds under the clear blue sky. About half a mile out to sea Ranger pointed the boat north and switched to autopilot, then took my hand in his and led me back out into the sun, settling down outstretched on the bow. I followed suit, mesmerised by the way the wind whipped his beautiful silken hair around his face. He looked younger somehow, definitely more carefree.

From out of nowhere, a picnic basket was produced filled with fresh baguettes, cold cuts, cheese, fruits and a huge pitcher of iced tea. I contemplated asking how he does that but given that he's never answered before I knew it would be futile.

As we tucked into our feast I realised I was absolutely starving. Well, puking up the remaining contents of your stomach will do that to a girl. I felt a chill sweep over my body as I remembered why I was throwing up. Crap, my denial was failing me! It has never failed me before and the one time I actually really, really need it and I'm running low. Okay, okay, there is no baby, there is no baby, no baby, no baby...

"Babe?" Shit, he noticed. Of course he noticed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just hoping you'll like your present." Holy crap where do I get this shit?

Ranger grinned and pulled me over so I was lying on top of his chest. "I'm sure I'll love it," then his lips claimed mine, softly, gently but possessively. Phew I'd gotten away with it. And who needs denial when you've got Ranger loving? We lay there for an hour and a half making out like horny teenagers before heading back into the cockpit. The autopilot was turned off and Ranger began manual steering again. I watched as the endless ocean to our right disappeared and the land became more built up. Then a few moments later a familiar figure rose out of the water, and I knew, I freaking knew exactly where we were going. I love this man.

Everything I know about boats was shamelessly stolen from the net and I have no idea if they come with autopilot so if I'm talking rubbish about that part just put it down to creative licence. My boyfriend's dad owns an Aston Martin Vanquish and believe me when I say my 

description is spot on. The car really is sex on wheels and gives me a shivers every time I ride in it. Here's a link to the car for anyone who wants to see it.

www.ideo.ro/wheels/files/2007/02/1-aston-martin-vanquish-s-ultimate-edition.jpg

Has everyone worked out where he's taking Steph yet? Let me know what you think!