Page 83 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Thank you, Captain,” Hillier replied.

“And, Hillier,”

“Yes, Captain?”

“If anyone is looking for Mr White, let them know that I’m briefing him on some very important ship’s business. We’ll try to be quick.”

Hillier grinned. “Of course, Captain.” He nodded at Captain Martin, grinned at me, and left us, closing the door quietly behind him.

“Hmm. I wasn’t aware this was to be an important business meeting,” I said as Captain Martin walked over to stand before me. “I don’t think I’m dressed for it.”

“Doesn’t worry me,” he said in tones that held a menacing note that thrilled me to my bits and back.

The energy in the room shifted, and my breathing quickened, my body on alert for what his closeness promised.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, my words barely audible over my heavy breaths.

He quirked his lip as he reached out and took hold of my wrist, leading my hand to the front of his breeches and pressing my palm against the solid, hot mass of his covered stand.

“Oh,” I said. “I see.”

“Hmm. Would you like to?”

“Oh yes, please,” I said.

Captain Martin’s fingers flew over his breeches, and in a moment, he’d pulled out his cock, astonishing in its fiery rage.

“Hmm,” I said, tilting my head to eye his prick from a different angle. “Does boarding vessels inflame your blood, Captain?”

He grunted. “Aye. Though not as much as boarding young upstarts like yourself.”

I smiled, amused by his meaning. I closed the space between us and leaned against him, the hot brand of his excitement pressing into my belly. “Well…if you want to board me, you’ll have to subdue me first.”

His breathing quickened, and his hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my chin up and squeezing just enough to make me pay attention. I can tell you that one particular part of me became quite alert.

“My pleasure,” he said, walking me backwards to the bed.

I stumbled and fell onto the mattress as he shoved me down and covered me with his much bigger body, a situation that I welcomed.

My fingers wrapped around his sabre, causing him to groan and push into my grip. He closed his eyes and grimaced.

“Careful, careful. It’ll all be over before we start.”

Oh, hell, no.

I released him immediately and stretched my arms over my head, blinking in mock confusion.

“What will be over, Captain? I thought we were discussing business.”

“Business,” he said, with some astonishment. “Simon White, are you being deliberately obtuse? Obviously, that was simply an excuse to make our meeting more legitimate to the crew.”

“Oh no, Captain. I would never. Just, when you asked me to come to your rooms I imagined you wanted…well…” I raised my eyebrows, silently begging Captain Martin to understand that I desperately wanted to be the innocent virgin about to be despoiled.

It took him a moment. Finally, his confused expression softened with understanding.

“Ah, yes,” he murmured, his gaze running over me, eyes blazing with sudden fire. “Well, you see, Rooster, I wasn’t exactly clear about my intentions.”

I batted my eyelashes at him, pretending to have not a clue what he was about.

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