buried inside her.
Long minutes passed. She didn’t know what to say to him and was afraid to lift her head off his chest. He finally broke the silence.
“Take off my restraints, Nala.”
He wasn’t going to stop asking her to do that, obviously. It was time to face the consequences anyway. He didn’t sound exactly angry but his tone implied he wasn’t happy either. “You said yes,” she reminded him.
“I did.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She still wasn’t willing to look at him.
“Do you want Maze or another member of my crew to find us this way? We need to use the cleansing unit and change the bedding, or they will guess we’ve had intercourse.”
She flinched at the cold term. “You can move now, can’t you?”
“I tried to break the restraints but couldn’t. I didn’t want you to know, hoping you’d take them off, thinking I was still helpless.”
“How long?”
“It’s been about five minutes since I regained the use of my limbs.”
She lifted off him a little and raised her chin. He masked his expression as she studied him. “Implants?”
“Not yet, or I’d seal the door so no one could walk in. They could at any second.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“I’d never abuse you.”
That wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. “What’s your definition of that?”
“Release me. Don’t make this worse.”
“You mean by your crew finding out you had sex with an Earther?”
His lips pressed together in a grim line. “Nala, let me go.”
She used his chest to straighten up. His cock remained hard inside her, apparent as since their bodies were still joined. She lifted up, separating them, and climbed toward the top of bed.
The restraints were easy to figure out. They were a two-pinch system on the back of his wrist. It took effort to squeeze hard enough for the lock to open, but it did, freeing one of his arms.
She almost expected him to grab for her throat but he twisted away, opening the other restraint himself. She ended up in the corner of the bed as he sat up and bent forward, reaching for his ankles.
He was flexible. She’d give him that. He got free and slid off the bed, yanking his shorts up his hips, but not before she got to glimpse a bit of his firm, rounded ass. It was a nice one. He turned then, his expression unreadable again.
“Use the cleansing unit. I’ll change the bedding.”
She was leery. “That’s it? You’re not going to get even?”
“I can’t lock the door without my implants working. Get in the cleansing unit. Hurry. I’ll use it next.”
It seemed hiding the fact that they’d had sex was more important to him at that moment than getting revenge.
She crawled off the bed and dashed into the unit. He didn’t try to stop her. She sealed the door, removed her shirt, and leaned against the wall. Stag would make her pay somehow. She had faith—and dreaded it.
Chapter Eight
Stag exited the cleansing unit in his uniform. He had already changed the bedding before using it, and he refused to even look at Nala. He was aware of her sitting on the bed. She’d put on another outfit since he’d tossed her pants down the laundry chute. They had evidence on them of her becoming aroused.
He strode across the room and laid his palm on the sensor. Nothing happened. It pissed him off and unnerved him. The door had been locked and he couldn’t link to open it. Anger came next. He was effectively locked inside his own quarters. The computer wasn’t registering him as a crew member.
“Do you want out?”
Her voice was close to him. He jerked his hand off the panel and spun. She had left the bed and now stared up him from just feet away. “Isn’t Maze checking on my progress? It’s his job.”
She inched around him and touched the pad. “Maze?”
A click sounded, then the medic’s voice came from the com speaker. “What is wrong, Nala?”
She sighed. “Your patient is up and wants out. The doors won’t
Long minutes passed. She didn’t know what to say to him and was afraid to lift her head off his chest. He finally broke the silence.
“Take off my restraints, Nala.”
He wasn’t going to stop asking her to do that, obviously. It was time to face the consequences anyway. He didn’t sound exactly angry but his tone implied he wasn’t happy either. “You said yes,” she reminded him.
“I did.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She still wasn’t willing to look at him.
“Do you want Maze or another member of my crew to find us this way? We need to use the cleansing unit and change the bedding, or they will guess we’ve had intercourse.”
She flinched at the cold term. “You can move now, can’t you?”
“I tried to break the restraints but couldn’t. I didn’t want you to know, hoping you’d take them off, thinking I was still helpless.”
“How long?”
“It’s been about five minutes since I regained the use of my limbs.”
She lifted off him a little and raised her chin. He masked his expression as she studied him. “Implants?”
“Not yet, or I’d seal the door so no one could walk in. They could at any second.”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“I’d never abuse you.”
That wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear. “What’s your definition of that?”
“Release me. Don’t make this worse.”
“You mean by your crew finding out you had sex with an Earther?”
His lips pressed together in a grim line. “Nala, let me go.”
She used his chest to straighten up. His cock remained hard inside her, apparent as since their bodies were still joined. She lifted up, separating them, and climbed toward the top of bed.
The restraints were easy to figure out. They were a two-pinch system on the back of his wrist. It took effort to squeeze hard enough for the lock to open, but it did, freeing one of his arms.
She almost expected him to grab for her throat but he twisted away, opening the other restraint himself. She ended up in the corner of the bed as he sat up and bent forward, reaching for his ankles.
He was flexible. She’d give him that. He got free and slid off the bed, yanking his shorts up his hips, but not before she got to glimpse a bit of his firm, rounded ass. It was a nice one. He turned then, his expression unreadable again.
“Use the cleansing unit. I’ll change the bedding.”
She was leery. “That’s it? You’re not going to get even?”
“I can’t lock the door without my implants working. Get in the cleansing unit. Hurry. I’ll use it next.”
It seemed hiding the fact that they’d had sex was more important to him at that moment than getting revenge.
She crawled off the bed and dashed into the unit. He didn’t try to stop her. She sealed the door, removed her shirt, and leaned against the wall. Stag would make her pay somehow. She had faith—and dreaded it.
Chapter Eight
Stag exited the cleansing unit in his uniform. He had already changed the bedding before using it, and he refused to even look at Nala. He was aware of her sitting on the bed. She’d put on another outfit since he’d tossed her pants down the laundry chute. They had evidence on them of her becoming aroused.
He strode across the room and laid his palm on the sensor. Nothing happened. It pissed him off and unnerved him. The door had been locked and he couldn’t link to open it. Anger came next. He was effectively locked inside his own quarters. The computer wasn’t registering him as a crew member.
“Do you want out?”
Her voice was close to him. He jerked his hand off the panel and spun. She had left the bed and now stared up him from just feet away. “Isn’t Maze checking on my progress? It’s his job.”
She inched around him and touched the pad. “Maze?”
A click sounded, then the medic’s voice came from the com speaker. “What is wrong, Nala?”
She sighed. “Your patient is up and wants out. The doors won’t
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