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As Ky’s tongue prodded her lips, she opened to him without hesitation. With one sweep of his tongue along hers, her muscles relaxed, and she molded her chest against his. His hand lowered, sliding beneath her dress and up her thigh.
Wow, Ky really was a good kisser. This was nothing like Sersie’s inexperienced kiss, not in the least. She didn’t want to come up for air, even long enough to tell him this wasn’t the place for anything more than a simple kiss. Except it wasn’t a simple kiss. Despite being a man of few words, Ky was not simple, in any way.
His fingers worked their way down her back and squeezed her ass. His large hand covered one cheek, and God help her, she would have worked her mouth lower except his fingers slid under her panties and found her folds. He moved along her slit twice, three times, before venturing to her clit where he circled the tiny bud, creating a need in her that she hadn’t known in a very long time. She could feel every delicious inch of his hard length pushing against her pussy with only a thin sheet between them.
“Ride me, sha’vi,” he said as he drew her panties to the side and pressed his cock against her entrance as if there were no sheet separating them.
“Here?”
Another lift of his hips had her moaning. She ground against him just once. The way the texture of the sheet molded to her folds, grazing her clit as he ground against her with his hardness was addictive. She pulled back, slowly, enjoying the exquisite feel of him beneath her. Her legs were too tangled in the sheet to move it, and she was too caught up in Ky, especially as he placed his hands on her hips and started moving her faster. That hard edge of his melted from his face as his fingers dug into her hips. She needed this, she needed him, and yet she worried it was a mistake taking him like this, before the others. He’d misunderstand.
“What the—”
Vaughn! Shit! Hannah jumped off Ky and met the very shocked and angry eyes of Vaughn.
“Fix yourself, Hannah, before someone sees.” Vaughn disappeared around the partition as suddenly as he had appeared.
Her cheeks burning with embarrassment, Hannah turned back to Ky’Li. The man was grinning, even as his cock tented the sheet.
“It’s not funny,” she said.
“No, but it is fortunate. Now he’ll know without question that you are mine.”
Chapter Seven
REN
Ren watched from his bedroom as Hannah opened every cabinet and drawer in his kitchen. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Every move she made, every sway of her hips, in particular, called to him. Too many years. . . too fucking long without a woman to sink into.
He should take her now before anyone else returned. It was his right; he owned her per The Company’s and Dresden’s rules. Fucking Dresden. . .
She was using the datapad Vaughn had given her as she inventoried the food. That was an expensive present, one Ren was sure Vaughn could barely afford given how the man used most of his funds to buy medical supplies to treat colonists injured off the job.
Vaughn risked too much for the prisoners on Narkos, treating them without reporting it to The Company. No doubt Vaughn hated The Company as much as Ren did and went out of his way to screw them over.
Fuck. Ren was in a unit withVaughnnow. The doctor’s problems, the doctor’s crimes would now be his as well. The damn woman dragged Ren into this unit and each and every one of the men here could drag him down.
Vaughn didn’t see any of that, however, or he was too blinded by her beauty, by the mere fact that she was a woman. She had taken his datapad, unappreciative and without understanding all the hours Vaughn had worked to pay for it. Now she used it to keep notes on the changes she planned to make toRen’shome.
The one he’d spent hours and credits building.
Hell, what did he care? Let her do whatever she wanted to the place. It wouldn’t affect his plans.
“Oh, hi, Renzel,” she said, finally noticing him. “I didn’t realize you were here.”
“Look at the monitor on the wall. It shows who’s within the perimeter fence. Green or red by each of our names. Simple.”
She raised a brow. He hadn’t meant to insult her for no reason. Except he had a reason. It was her fault he was now saddled with her and three men. Every time one of them fucked up, Dresden would come down on all of them. Soon, Ren’s credits would disappear too, and not simply for medical supplies. Everything. That beast in med-center would eat more than he’d bring in working the mines. Granted, the miners received their mid-day meals deep in the mountain, so they didn’t lose time going to and from the commissary, but that still left two meals.
“I hate to say it, but your place is relatively bare. I’m glad I grabbed a piece of maddis from Ky’s dinner before I left the med-center, or I’d be starving right now. The meat was under-seasoned, but it sufficed. You don’t do much cooking here, do you?”
“I take my meals at the commissary. It’s more expensive than taking my food allotment home and cooking, but I don’t have the time or desire to cook.”
“I can cook for you, if you’d like. The money we save can help pay you back for Ky’Li’s treatment. Vaughn said he won’t charge for his services, but we still have to pay for the nanites and other medical equipment he used on Ky’Li. I can pay you back from what I earn too. I was assigned a job at the port.”
“Convenient.”
“What does that mean?” she asked innocently, except she wasn’t innocent. She was on Narkos after all, and that sweetness she portrayed was just a way of luring men to do her bidding. He’d seen enough of it from the women on Argus, the ones who knew men would fall all over themselves for a chance to have a woman, even share one.
