Page 64 of Captain's Companion

Long moments passed as his lips distracted her. When he raised his head, he kissed her nose. “Ultimate Ulrik seems to be reaching for the passageway to heaven.”

“He’ll have to wait,” she said. She kissed his chest and noticed she’d unbuttoned his shirt. “You and your pheromones.”

He laughed, “Where to next?”

“That way will be our offices and the bigger rooms for entertaining,” she pointed to the left. “That way will be the bedroom. We’re saving that for last.”

“Why? It’s the most important room,” he growled.

“Because when you make love to me for the first time in our new home, I do not want to be interrupted by people delivering luggage or our friends,” she said. “It’s last. Come on.”

She tugged on his hand as she moved towards the offices.

The lounge led into a small waiting room. Chairs, less comfortable, sat around this room. “I think we can open this up,” Ulrik said. “If there’s a big group.”

“Which is yours and which is mine,” she asked.

“Through here,” he said pushing forward.

Gwyn followed. Her view of the room blocked by his broad back. When he stepped aside, he stared at her face. Along one wall, a line of cabinets sat filled with all the beads she’d ordered. It had been a large sum of money, but they were on contract for five years. Supplies would be essentials only.

“Oh,” she said as she opened drawers. “It’s... this is more than I ordered.”

“I doubled your order,” he said. He waited for her to scowl at him. He learned in the last weeks she was very budget conscience.

She walked along the wall opening different drawers, touching the beads and other supplies.

“I got a huge discount,” he said waiting for her to say something.

She looked at the table and chairs. There was room for him to sit with her when she worked here. He liked to watch her craft. The other wall held space for her to hang her drawings.

“Ulrik,” she said as she walked into his arms. “I love it.”

“Good,” he said. “I’ll move anything you...” He nipped the finger she put over his lips to stop him talking.

“It’s perfect,” she said. “It’s exactly what I saw in my head when we talked about it. I love it.”

“I love you,” he said. “This is a big deal job for me. I feel like I’m dragging you along.”

“You aren’t,” she said. “I love you and I love how thoughtful you are.” She went up on tiptoe to brush her lips against his.

He gripped her arms, dragging her closer to him. His hands slid down her back, cupped her bottom. He felt the silkiness of her dress and knew she wore nothing underneath. He bunched the skirt, started to lift it.

“Not yet,” she whispered as she leaned her forehead against his chest. She kissed it. “In the bedroom.”

“Gods, you’re killing me,” he said. “Let’s go look at my office.”

“You know I want you,” she said running her hand up the length of his cock.

“I smell your arousal,” he said licking along her lips. His lips nibbled along her jaw until he reached the spot by her ear which made her weak kneed. He licked and she moaned.

“Ulrik,” she begged.

“When we get to the bedroom, I’m kissing you from head to toes,” he growled but he held her close for a moment before stepping back.

“Hmmm, sounds lovely,” she said grabbing his hand. They walked through a second door which led directly to Ulrik’s office. “I think this wall opens up,” she said as she stepped through.

“It does,” he said. “It will be nice to spend work time together.”

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