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He gave the controls one more glance, then shifted to give me all his attention. “Do you have battle lust?”

I frowned. “What?”

His dark gaze roved over me. Every inch, and his attention made my nipples tingle. “It is when a fight is over that my cock is hard. I need to fuck. Quick. Hard. Dirty. It bleeds off the adrenaline.”

“I don’t have a cock,” I countered.

He winked. “I’m well aware of what you have.”

I bit my lip. “I don’t know if it’s battle desire or what, but I do need you. Now. I can’t wait until we get back to our quarters.”

He unclipped his harness. “Then we won’t.”

“What?” When he crooked his finger, I looked around. “Here?” He’d told me to get naked, but I’d thought he was just teasing. Flirting. Increasing the anticipation.

My body liked the idea, but the Phantom was small. Really small.

“Here. Now. You’re going to climb onto my lap and you’re going to ride my cock until you come at least twice.”

I narrowed my eyes, equally turned on and appalled. No one had ever talked to me like that before, not without being throat punched. “Is that a command, Starfighter?”

He cocked his head. “Do you want me to boss you around?”

Did I? We’d had sex within ten minutes of meeting each other. Only a door had separated us from my coworkers. Now there was no one around. There was nothing around.

I needed the connection with Kass. His touch. The feel of him inside me. Of knowing we were alive. And I needed it now.

“Oh yeah,” I said.

“That’s ‘yes, sir, Starfighter,’” he countered. When his voice went that deep and dominating, I shivered.

I also unbuckled my seat harness and climbed onto my knees. It was like getting undressed in a big SUV. There was some room but not much. I bumped a display screen with my elbow, kneed something else, got my foot caught for a second, but got naked. Flight-suit battle armor wasn’t easy to strip out of.

Lesson learned. But the way Kass watched me was worth it because when I was finally bare, he licked his lips and the heat in his gaze was scorching.

He opened his pants, lifted his hips, and pushed the material down. Damn him, that was all he had to do for his cock to spring free.

I crawled over everything to get to him. His hands came around my waist to help me.

Then I was there. In his lap. Straddling him so that my back was to his controls and the front window. All I could see was Kass.

Then I couldn’t see him at all because his mouth was on mine in a searing kiss. Hot, carnal. Wild.

He broke his mouth away, and with a hand pressed to the center of my chest, he tipped me back into his controls as he sucked a nipple. Hard. I arched my back and gasped, tangled my fingers in his dark hair.

“This is on autopilot, right?” I asked, my eyes closed, the pleasure from my nipple zinging right to my core. God, I was going to come like this. “We’re not going to fly into an asteroid or anything?”

He came off my nipple with a loud pop, and I blinked my eyes open. He leaned to the left, checked the controls. “No. And if you’re thinking about that, I’m not doing this right.”

“How this works is you put your cock in my pussy.”

A grin spread across his face as his hand came down on my ass in a hard swat.

Heat flared along with the sting. Holy shit, he’d spanked me!

“Who’s in control here?”

“You.”


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