Page 23 of Escape Velocity

Maybe he’d be doing her a favor if he took her virginity. Or was that logical? It would make the buyer angry, but what good would I do her? Maybe the buyer would even think she’d done it on purpose. Which she would have.

All that was a great rationalization. And he couldn’t stop more hot thoughts from racing through his mind. He could stand up, lead her down the companionway to his cabin, and pull the lever that allowed him to widen the bed. Then there’d be plenty of room to have a good time together.

His cock was hard as that metal lever now. His mouth was as dry as a sand dune.

He could sweep her into his arms, bring his mouth down on hers, and kiss her with all the lusty abandon that he craved.

He pictured his hands on her breasts, on the curve of her butt, inside the slick folds of her sex, everywhere that would be arousing to both. He knew exactly how good it would feel to have her channel sheathing his aching cock. The images and the sensations he was generating were so vivid that he had to grab the arm of the chair to keep himself from standing up and pulling her body against his.

But even as temptation tore at his resolve, he struggled to cool himself down. Too bad that on a spaceship there wasn’t any equivalent of a cold shower.

But he could imagine stepping naked into the air lock, pressing his body against the outer door, feeling the cold of space seep into his skin, his blood.

That helped.

“We are not going to do anything that I will regret later,” he said, punching out the words.

He watched her tongue sweep across her lips. An invitation? Or a sign of nerves?

“You need to control your sexual impulses,” he said, hearing the thickness in his own voice.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what civilized people do. Did your father fek your mother on the dining room table?” he asked, deliberately putting it in the crudest possible terms.

“He probably didn’t fek her at all.”

“As far as I can see, he must have done it once.”

She kept her gaze fixed on his face, and she must have read the determination in his eyes.

“We’re going to practice being civilized now.”

“How?”

“By getting you dressed.”

He led her back to one of the storage compartments where he found a spool of fabric that he could cut into pieces for wiping machinery. Cutting off a strip, he handed it to her. “Go into the head and do that thing you suggested. I mean bind your breasts. And have your shirt on when you come back.”

She nodded and closed the door behind her.

While she was gone, he rummaged through his clothing and found an old pair of pants that he’d been saving for dirty jobs around the ship. He cut off the bottoms of the legs and found a piece of rope she could use as a belt. When she came back, he handed them to her.

“Put these on over the shorts.”

Again, she complied, and he surveyed the effect. She was scruffy, better covered, and her breasts were not so prominent.

She gave him a long look. “Do I pass your inspection?”

“Basically.”

“How long until we get to the space station?”

“Not soon enough,” he growled.

Another thought occurred to him, and he tapped his knuckle against his lips. “We should try to fix another thing, he said.”

“What?”

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