Page 22 of Escape Velocity

“A lot of guys are turned on by big boobs.”

“Boobs?”

“Breasts.”

She filed that information away.

“Too bad you don’t have a bra.”

“Which is?”

“A garment that supports a woman’s breasts and keeps them from jiggling.”

When she saw him staring at her chest, she pressed her hands against her breasts.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s suggestive.”

“I was thinking we could wrap a long strip of cloth, around the top of me several times. That would—keep them from— jiggling.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“You would have to help me.”

“Kahlad.”

“Why did that make you curse?”

“I’d like to avoid touching you?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying not to have sex with you,” he snapped.

“I would like it if you did.” Before she could change her mind, she unbuttoned the shirt and pushed the sides away, then cupped her breasts, holding them toward him.

“Slat. You can’t just do stuff like that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not appropriate.”

“No one will see us. No one will know.”

“I’ll know.”

“That feeling I had before is coming back. Maybe it’s from not taking the drug.” She gave him a direct look. “Would you do what you did to me before? Or maybe you can, you know, do it the intercourse way.”

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Max cursed again. Did she know how provocative she was being? Or was this just an innocent reaction to how her body was feeling? Was it the drug, or was she attracted to him?

All sorts of images ran through his head. He could cut the power to the engines, and drift in space for a while, doing whatever he wanted with a very beautiful and very willing woman. Not just whatever he wanted. She was making it clear that she wanted it too.

He started thinking about the purpose of smuggling a beauty into Danalon. If it was to use her as a sex slave, then the buyer would want her to be a virgin. And if she was not a virgin, that would lower her value for her first buyer.

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