Page 25 of Captain's Companion

“Only my mate,” he said. “I could be surrounded by a hundred women and you and you’re the only one affected by the pheromones I emit.”

“How long until we leave the station,” she asked.

“A little over eighteen hours,” he said. “Why?”

“I want to do some shopping,” she said. “If I’m around you, we won’t do anything but have sex.”

“We’ll look at who can deliver,” he said. He clenched his teeth, remembered this was what she needed. “If you can’t find what you want, I’ll go shopping with you.”

“Because you don’t trust me to go by myself,” she asked turning to look at him.

“No, because I can’t stand to have you further from me than this,” he growled turning her to face him. Shifting, he joined their bodies, sighed, and held her tight to him.

“Ulrik,” she said making him open his eyes. “Again.”

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“We stopped at a craft store,” Ulrik said. Their time in the tub had worn her out. She had shadows under her eyes. But they were dressed and headed onto the station.

“This is an art store,” she said. “You said I needed things to do when you’re working. I need this for me.”

“What are we getting,” he asked.

She blushed, dropped her chin, and didn’t answer. Tenderly, he asked, “What do you need?”

“I draw,” she said. “I draw. I want some art supplies.”

“The craft store didn’t have those,” he said remembering.

“When we get back, we are getting naked,” she said meeting his eyes boldly. “Again.”

“Tease,” he said as his cock roared too rigid.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered for only him to hear. “I’ll take care of both Little Ulrik and you.”

His lips swiped across hers with the promise of much more to come. “Let’s get your art supplies,” he murmured.

He knew the moment she saw the store. He hurried her along the busy corridor. Men stepped near her and he wanted to grab her away. She took his hand and tugged until he followed. “Stop grumbling,” she said as they stepped into the store. “They’re annoying. You aren’t.”

Following her, he saw the joy she got in the shopping. She touched a lot of things but paused over sketch books. She picked up several, looked at prices, and put several back. “What are you doing,” he asked.

“I’ve got a budget,” she said. “With how much I spent on the clothes, I have a limited budget here.”

“I’m paying,” he said picking up all the ones she put back. “Don’t argue.”

“But you paid for more than half my clothes,” she said.

“I’ll rip those off you,” he whispered. He wrapped her in his arms. “This is a gift from me.”

“Are you sure,” she asked hope and uncertainty echoed in her tone.

“Will these make you happy,” he murmured nibbling on her neck.

“Oh, yes,” she said.

“Get what you want,” he said.

They walked the aisles. She picked up things and he added more of the same. “It’s three months,” he kept saying.

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