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“Sirs, Captain has bunks available for you,” said one of the crew, peeking his head in the room.
“Sirs?” frowned Elliott.
“Uh, yeah. We’re all retired military. We’re now with an engineering firm working in Haiti,” said Conn. Elliott stared at him, then shook his head.
“Whatever, dude. We get it. I’m going to hit the showers, then the rack. In that order. Goodnight.”
They waved at him, and a short while later, Pierre and Ambry found themselves alone.
“Come on,” she said, standing, holding out her hand.
“Is this going to be okay?” he asked.
“Probably not, but I really don’t care anymore. I just need to be held by you. I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
The small rooms reserved for the nurses were barely large enough for them to move around. Trying to move around with Pierre in the room was a feat she wasn’t prepared for.
“This might not be the right place,” he smirked.
“I don’t care,” she said, pulling the t-shirt over her head. Pierre swallowed, seeing her full, round breasts oozing from the top of her bra. “I’ve thought of nothing except you, Pierre. Please, make me yours.”
“Baby, there is nothing I want more, but that bunk is barely big enough for you, let alone the two of us.”
“Get creative, Pierre,” she grinned, peeling her pants off, then the bra.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
He stripped his own clothing off and watched as she washed herself in the small basin in her room. They’d both been working all evening, sweaty and smelling like smoke.
With each swipe of the washcloth, his body ignited. Bending, turning, and flexing in a way he didn’t think a woman could move, she was clean and smelled like gardenia when she was done.
Lying back on the bunk, she relaxed her arms above her head, lazily letting her knees open and close as she watched him wash off. He took extra time on the already hard cock, washing and stroking, knowing he was ready.
“Are you sure?” he asked, kneeling between her legs.
“Positive,” she said, pulling him toward her.
Pierre knew this would be fast, touching the head of his cock to her opening and thrusting forward. He stilled, looking down at her as she bit her lip.
“Ambry,” he whispered, not daring to move. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was embarrassed, and I didn’t want you to stop.”
“Honey, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I would have gone slower. I would have been gentler.”
“Haven’t you noticed I don’t want slow or gentle,” she said in a sexy grin. “I want you, Pierre. All of you.”
“Well,” he smirked, “you damn sure have all of me. You promise you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” she nodded.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay. I know we’re both clean, and I’m on the patch. Just move, Pierre,” she said with a sleepy, lazy, sexy tone, thrusting her hips upward. “Move.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he groaned.
