Page 19 of Rogue Enforcer

Nope. Not going to happen. He was too small to fit, and I had access to almost every room on the ship. I’d left my shirt in what was obviously a bedroom—and borrowed a very large t-shirt from a drawer so I didn’t have to crawl through the ducts naked. My bra I abandoned in a storage room filled with big boxes strapped to the floor with harnesses that made the one I’d been wearing look like it was for a baby. I’d left one sock in a second smaller sleeping area with stacked beds that looked like crew quarters and the other in a room full of weapons.

I was headed toward the engine or power area now. The buzzing sound caused by whatever made this ship run was getting louder the farther I went.

Cormac growled. I didn’t dare move as he lifted my pale purple panties to his nose and breathed deep.

My pussy clenched at his obvious pleasure. I dared a glance at his lower half and saw that his cock was rock hard and the bulge clearly visible beneath his black uniform pants.

God. He was going to ravish me.

Hell yeah.He was going toRAVISHme.

I didn’t dare move until he left the room, probably in search of my pants—also perfumed with proof of my arousal—which I’d stashed in a room next door. The ship wasn’t large, but it was just big enough for me to have some fun. Didn’t hurt that I was sure this duct system and the steady stream of air gently blowing past me spread my scent through the entire ship. The fact that the ship was small no doubt helped make sure my smell was thick in every single room.

Moving quickly and quietly, I slid along the duct toward the buzzing sound. I was sure I would end up in some kind of ship operation room or somewhere full of control panels. Perfect place to leave a boot.

I made good time, wedged myself around a tight corner and stopped dead in my tracks. There was a weird box blocking my way. Ocean blue with half a dozen odd gadgets stacked across the top. I grinned as they looked like a line of little rubber ducks. The box itself filled half of the space, tucked neatly between the air duct’s two walls, with the ducklings taking up another quarter of the height between floor and ceiling. I was small, but there was no way I was getting past that.

Damn it.

Wiggling my way back was a hell of a lot harder than crawling forward. The t-shirt I had on rode up past my thighs to bunch under my bare breasts.

Contortionist. I was adding it to my resume.

Once I made it around the corner and back into a straight area long enough for me to rest, I settled onto the cool material, breathing heavily. It wasn’t metal, not like I’d seen in the movies. These ducts were smooth, and they shimmered like polished marble.

Weird.

“Abby.”

Oh shit. His voice was close. Too close.

I stopped breathing, my heart rate going sky high as I held as still as a statue.

“Mate, I am coming for you.”

Are you, Cormac? Can’t find me, big bad alien?

I smiled. I hadn’t had this much fun in years. Maybe ever.

The base of the duct collapsed beneath me. I cried out as I fell…

Straight into Cormac’s arms.

“I win.” Cormac’s fierce expression had me clenching my thighs together. He was hot. So freaking sexy.

“Took you long enough.” Silly me just had to bait the tiger.

Cormac’s eyes darkened, and he lowered his nose to my bare belly, lower to the wet heat between my legs. With the t-shirt still bunched up over my ribs, all I had on downtown were my boots.

He took his time, breathing me in before moving back up my body. When he reached the shirt, he stopped.

“You have another male’s scent on you.”

“What?” He had to be talking about the shirt I’d borrowed. I had no idea who it belonged to, just that it was big enough to cover me up as I crawled around.

“Blade.”

“Who’s Blade?”

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