Page 66 of Captain's Companion

The men filed out of the room. As soon as the door slid down, Ulrik asked, “Now, please by all the Gods, can we go look at the bedroom and bathroom?”

“You will keep your hands off until we’ve seen it all,” she made her demand though she wanted his hands on her.

“Are you sure that’s what you want,” he murmured as he brushed her hair back behind her shoulders and cupped her face.

“Hmmmm,” she hummed as he rubbed the back of her neck.

Tilting her head up, her lips parted, and he couldn’t resist brushing his against them. He teased them with his tongue and slid his tongue passed them to dance with hers. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulled him closer until their bodies touched. His erect cock pushed against his pants and against her stomach. “Ulrik,” she moaned his name as his mouth nibbled along her jaw. Nipping her earlobe, he kissed her neck, licked his way from ear to shoulder. His hands cupped and squeezed her bum while his mouth devoured her neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

Tipping her head back, she savored his hands and mouth on her, all over her. Closing her eyes, she fell into his embrace and never wanted to leave. Her back hit the wall and the door next to them opened.

Lifting his head slightly, he asked, “Do you want to see the bedroom and bath first or should we make love right here?”

Her eyes latched onto his lips, wanted them on her. She felt liquid between her legs and need clawing at her gut.

“Keep looking at me like that, darling and I’ll take you a thousand times right here,” he said.

With a shuddering breath, she closed her eyes and pushed against his chest. “Five minutes,” she growled. “Five minutes and then you will be naked and worshipping me.”

“Deal,” he said kissing her nose. He turned her towards the door, and they stepped through together.

“Big bed,” she said looking over her shoulder. “I thought you were getting a smaller one so I couldn’t escape you.”

“Do you want to escape me,” he asked his hand sliding around her waist to squeeze her breasts.

“No, but you’re the one who threatened it,” she said.

“After I worked for three days nearly non-stop and you were dressed,” he reminded her.

“You do know I will wear clothes,” she said.

“If you must,” he said. “Are you sure I can’t convince you to stay in this room naked all the time?”

“No,” she said. “I like the closet space.” The wall opposite the bed held a deep closet. When she opened one door, a pile of boxes sat hidden.

Seeing the three boxes, Ulrik asked, “How many boxes came from your place?”

“This should be it,” she said. Opening the rest of the doors, the closet was empty.

He scowled, “Maybe we should go shopping and get you more clothes?”

“I don’t need more clothes,” she said. “The tables are nice.”

“Floating tables,” he said. “Who knew?”

“Do you hate them,” she asked nervously.

“I like them. They have a proximity mode where they move if we get too close to them. I recall bumping my head a time or ten on our old ones,” he said. “Bathroom?”

“Yes,” she said moving to the door across from their bedroom door. As she stepped through the door she hummed.

“Like the tub,” he said.

“Isn’t it too big,” she said. “What if water becomes an issue?”

“Everything we use will be processed back into our own supply,” he said. “It will be filtered and cleaned.”

“It’s lovely,” she said. “You’ve spoiled me.”

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