The fold-out table retracted into the wall, clearing the center of the small shuttle. Easing her own tension as she forced him to build his. She moved behind him, letting her body press flush against his back. Eric swallowed once, his jaw tightening for a moment before he continued. Not an order. Not like this. Eric sucked in a sharp breath as her body pressed fully against his. To keep him at arm’s length. She clenched her jaw. “You can finish now,” she murmured. It felt like lava and caused her to moan into his shoulder. The refresher door hissed open, releasing a wave of warm steam as Eric stepped out. “Begin.”
Eric obeyed. Zoe’s lips curved. He wanted her rank and her nudity. She wanted him. Her hands pressed harder against his chest as she rode him, her thighs trembling, pleasure curling through her like a tightening coil. Then, calmly, she gave her next order.
