Page 124 of Tempting Cargo
Oh, he was in double trouble later. “You didn’t.”
“Yeah.” His face coloured, and he scrubbed a hand over his mane. “I don’t think I told you. I modelled for him.”
I could feel the deep ridges in my brow as I tried to make sense of his words. My mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Yeah. How do you think I paid for those toys?” He trailed his fingers over my arse. “We can get one. I’ve got ideas for you having two of me.”
My curl rippled in approval. “Fine. I’m getting a bigger sleeve too.”
“Fuck yes.”
It was tempting to let him bend me over my favourite sofa—or take him straight to our quarters and fight him for dominance—but my wrist-comm chirruped the alarm I’d been snoozing for the last half hour.
With reluctance, I peeled my hands off him. “I’d better get back to the bridge,mitsha.”
We had places to go on the way. Airida was feeling better and had sent me some interesting trades—and he’d managed to get on Saris dai Yakri’s good side. We were sure the enclave would be delighted with our unparalleled recommendation of keppli garden ornaments.
Garrison pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I’d better make my captain a brew, then.” His voice carried down the corridor as I walked away. “Love you, sweetheart.”
I imagined his words settling into the ship’s bones, one more sound to help the new vessel feel like home.
When he joined me on the bridge, he placed a steaming mug of chrya in my hands. The thrum of the engines rumbled through the soles of my feet. My mate sat in the navigator’s chair. I stared out at the backdrop of stars and the purple-green glow of a nebula.
Home.
