Page 16 of Prospecting

Prospector ship Anover, you have clearance

Cade sighed, “Acknowledged.” Before he flew the ship, she planted her mouth on his, drew him into her.

“How long until the auto pilot goes on,” she asked.

“Three hours,” Cade growled.

“I’m putting this stuff away,” she said. “In three hours, we’re doing something different.”

“Not with those,” he said pointing to the bag of toys.

“No,” Sheridan laughed.

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Sheridan made him promise not to look, not to glance over his shoulder. He stared straight ahead as he flew. “You’ve got two minutes,” he growled. The smells coming from the kitchen seduced him. His gut ached with hunger.

“Almost ready,” she said.

Checking and double checking everything was as it should be with the ship, Cade put the auto pilot on. “Auto pilot’s on,” he said.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Cade turned, started to stand and sat back down. She wore a bright yellow long silk nightgown with slits up to her hips and lace in the bodice. He saw her nipples, wanted to stare at her for hours. At the same time, he wanted to rip the gown off her, take her hard to appease the ache in his groin. His stomach growled reminding him of the smells. “You’re incredible,” he said standing slowly. The table held a meal. Cade realized how much he missed an actual meal. “This is incredible,” he said looking at the table, the food, and her.

Leaning down, he swiped his lips over hers, drew her close to him, held her against his body. “Cade,” she murmured his name.

He shook his head, took a deep breath. “Food,” he said. “We’re eating like adults.”

“I made one of my grandmother’s favorite things,” Sheridan said her nipples hardened the longer he looked at her, touched her. She wanted to skip the food and have him take her.

“Did she teach you to cook,” Cade asked.

“No,” Sheridan laughed. “She was a lady of the house. She employed staff. Her cook taught me. You go in there.” Pushing him to sit on the inside of the bench.

“Nope,” he said. “I want to look at you, I particularly like this well-placed lace.” He rubbed her nipple through the lace.

“You aren’t helping,” she said breathlessly. Pushing him toward the seat, “I have to get things. Serve up the first course. I’ll be right back.”

Looking at strange flowers on the plate she placed in front of him, he asked, “What are these?”

“You’re looking at a Valesi flower,” Sheridan said over her shoulder as she pulled a pan out of the cooker.

“A flower,” Cade said.

“I know. It sounds odd. But in reality, it’s highly nutritious and delicious if prepared properly,” Sheridan carried the pan to table and set it off to one side.

He put one on her plate and considered not taking one, but she made them for both of them. “I don’t remember seeing this,” he said.

“It was at the cooking store,” she said sliding into her seat. “Please try it.”

“You do know I eat simply,” Cade said.

“Yeah but this is really good,” Sheridan said.

He put one on his plate. “If I don’t like this, I’m making you pay,” he said. “Do all sorts of sexual favors for me.”

Sheridan snorted, “You will anyways.” She broke off a petal, put it on her tongue. Closing her eyes, she hummed her pleasure as she let the delicate petal melt in her mouth.

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