Page 6 of Captain's Companion

“I’m big,” he said. “The closets are here.” He pointed to the right of the door. “I’m not particular about which you use.” The door opened as he waved a hand in front of them.

“I don’t have much,” she said. “If you put my bags down there, I’ll organize my stuff when you’re on duty.”

“There’s some storage by the bed,” he said. “Do you have a tablet?”

“Yes and a comp,” she said. “I write when I can.”

“What do you write,” he asked.

“Nothing of consequence,” she said evading his question. “The smaller bag has the required equipment. Will you want them stored by the bed?”

“Is that all that’s in here,” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Do you prefer any of them,” he asked.

“They’re meant to enhance our encounters,” she said.

“I don’t need any sexual aids,” he snorted. He chucked it in the cupboard. “We can discard them if you like.”

“I’ll have to buy them for my next assignment,” Gwyn said.

With care, he closed the closets and leaned her luggage against it. He set the bag of craft supplies on top of her one piece of luggage. She didn’t know he was her mate. He needed to win her over. “We’ll store them for now,” he said. “Do you want to see the bathroom?”

She took a deep breath, toed off her shoes. “Do you like things neat or can I leave these here,” she asked.

He stepped near her, took her gently into his arms. “This room is yours to do as you please. I want you naked. This is my rule. I will restrict you here when I need to. If you want to leave your clothes on the floor or keep it tidy, it’s all your choice. You will not pick up after me.”

“It’s part of a companion’s duties,” she said.

“Not my companion,” he said before he lowered his lips to hers. Gently, he brushed her lips several times until she deepened the kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth as she tipped her head back. His hands pressed her hips to his, squeezed her bottom.

She unbuttoned his uniform shirt. Underneath she discovered muscles, hard and toned. She bit her lip. “I’m not… I need to…,” she blushed and stumbled to a halt.

“Tell me what you need,” he said. His lips slipped along her jaw making her forget until his hands undid the snap of her pants.

Her hands stopped him. “You’re toned, fit,” she said. “I’m not. I need to lose some weight.”

He slipped his hand down between her jeans and her panties. He moaned as he pressed her against his arousal. “You’re perfect,” he said.

“My hips are too wide,” she said. “The controller didn’t want to send me.”

He growled as he slid her pants over her hips. “Perfect,” he said. “Lovely.” He lifted her out of her pants. “No more pants,” he said.

“Is that a rule,” she asked as he carried her to the bed.

“Hmmm, yes,” he growled.

“Shoes,” she insisted he take off his shoes.

Stepping back, he toed off his shoes, stripped his pants and shrugged out of his shirt. He stood naked in front of her. She bit her lip, swallowed and felt insecure about how she looked. Seeing her uncertainty, he asked, “Is this too fast?”

“No. I don’t want you to be disappointed,” she said bumping into the bed as she stepped back from him. “You’re gorgeous. Why did you pick me? I’m sloppy.”

He remembered one of the assessments in her file a captain called her sloppy. “No,” he growled. He cupped her face, kissed her gently. “You’re beautiful. You have hips and breasts. I really want to see your breasts.”

He crowded her and slipped his hands under her shirt. Smooth skin, silk panties, and a silk and lace bra. He slipped his thumb over her nipples. “I need to see you,” he said. “Let me see.”

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