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Her legs closed around him, as her channel clenched around his invading fingers. Her juices flowed and the scent of them drove Ulrik mindless. “Mine,” he growled as he sucked on her clit.

“Yes,” Gwyn moaned. “Don’t you stop.”

He sucked in again, slipped his tongue across her and felt her tremble. “Do you want me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“How do you want me, Gwyn,” he asked.

“Take me, Ulrik,” she demanded.

Dragging her hips to the edge of his desk, he caressed her thighs, loved the look of complete abandonment on her face. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him into her, nearer and nearer.

“Do you want me buried in you,” Ulrik asked holding back with the tip of his long member hovering near her needy channel.

“Yes,” Gwyn said.

With a hard thrust, he joined their bodies, felt her channel tighten and heard her moan. “Again,” she demanded.

He acquiesced to her demands, driving them both hard and fast. Thunder drummed in his head as his body drilled into her. He felt connected to her, felt her rise to meet each of his hard thrusts as she made demands to satisfy her own needs. They raced together towards the top of a cliff and plunged over the edge as her body gripped his tightly with her climax and he spurted deep into her.

Panting, he collapsed on her. His head cushioned on her supple breast. “Ulrik,” she mumbled. “My Ulrik.”

“Always,” he said his mouth captured hers.

Catching his breath, he looked at the mess of her clothes and the grin on her face. “Happy,” he asked.

“Go be captain,” she said waving towards the door. “I will have my way with you when you get back.”

“Take a bath,” he said. “Promise.”

“Yes,” she said raising up to her elbows. He swooped in for a kiss as he pulled his pants back up and straightened his clothes.

Chapter 4

“Mina would like to invite Gwyn to visit,” Plav said.

“No,” Ulrik said.

“Do you want to ask her first,” Plav asked.

“No,” Ulrik said watching Gwyn work on her beading. One week into their trip, Ulrik still felt desperate to keep her to himself.

“She won’t allow you to isolate her,” Plav said. “Or she will and then resent you for doing it.”

“The two of you can come for supper,” Ulrik said realizing Plav was right. “Tonight.”

“We’ll be there,” Plav said. “1900?”

“Yes,” Ulrik said growling.

“Mina can help her cope with your demands,” Plav said.

“Gwyn is coping fine,” Ulrik said. “She’s incredible.” He saw her finish another beading project. She leaned back and stared out the large porthole. She sighed, he wanted to ask her why.

“But is she lonely,” Plav asked.

“Sir, engine room says they’re having issues with the port engine,” Pilot Andrea Markham said.

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