Page 30 of Captain's Companion

“Good,” Doctor Shifleman said. Popping the last of his croissant into his mouth, he drained his cup.

“Oh, I have one more thing,” Gwyn said. She didn’t look at Ulrik. “You don’t need to keep things from Ulrik. He worries and I don’t want him to be worried.”

“You’re giving permission for him to have access to your records,” Doctor Shifleman said.

“Yes,” Gwyn said.

“Very well,” Doctor Shifleman said. “I’ll make note of it.”

When the door slid shut behind him, Ulrik nuzzled her neck. “Why,” he asked.

“Because you worry,” Gwyn said turning towards him. “Can you stay for a bit or do you have to be on the bridge?”

“I need to return to the bridge,” Ulrik said pushing aside her shirt, wanting her breasts bare for him.

“You better leave my clothes where they are,” Gwyn said.

“You didn’t finish your croissant,” Ulrik said. He kissed the corner of her mouth. “What is this you’re wearing?”

“Ulrik,” she murmured against his lips. “Bridge. You have to be on the bridge.”

“Yes,” he said pulling her from her seat. “Nibble on this.” He fed her a bite of the croissant with the jam on it.

“I’d rather nibble on you,” she said with her mouth full of the croissant.

“Mine,” he said. His mouth nibbled and nipped as he explored her neck.

“Yes,” Gwyn said submitting to her own needs. “Ulrik, take me on the table.”

Standing with her, he pushed the dishes aside, lifted her onto the table. Stripping her shirt, an alarm sounded.

Cart is overloaded. Please remove excess items.

Gwyn laughed, threw her head back and laughed. “Let’s try your desk,” she suggested.

“It has to be quick,” Ulrik said lifting her as though she weighed nothing. “I want hours. I want to take hours to pleasure you.”

“You get five minutes, Captain,” Gwyn said pulling his face so his eyes met hers. “Five minutes to make me scream and give little Ulrik a little relief.”

“You need cherishing,” Ulrik said pushing her hair behind her shoulders.

“Then wait until you have time,” Gwyn said starting to push him away. “Go be captain.”

“Ssshhh,” he said planting his lips on hers. His body pushed against hers, rubbed between her thighs as he tugged her clothes away from her body. His teeth tugged hard on her nipple as her fingers gripped his hair. His fingers slipped between them, wandered down to her thighs, found the edge of her underwear. Stealthily he slipped his fingers under the silk and discovered her heat. She pushed against his invasion.

Reaching for his pants, she slid the zipper down rubbing her hand against Little Ulrik who was definitely not little. Pushing and tugging his clothes out of the way, she maneuvered his body closer to her.

“You first,” he growled. “You first and then I’ll bury myself in you. I’m ready, my mate.”

“I want you inside me,” she said. “Don’t tear the underwear. Slide them off.”

Ulrik growled but did as she asked. “Too many damn clothes,” he muttered.

“Did you want the doctor to see me naked,” Gwyn laughed as he snarled.

His thumb rubbed against her clit, pressed, and rubbed. She felt her body tighten, her channel quiver. “Ulrik,” she moaned his name.

Ulrik nibbled his way, nipping, sucking, licking his way from her breast to her ribs, to her hips, to her core. His tongue swirled around, teased as he watched her. Head thrown back, nipples taut, clothing askew, Gwyn pushed her hips up. He sucked in and watched her shatter.

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