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the bed.”
    There was a pause. Then, “You don’t want to sleep on the floor. Trust me. You can sleep on the bed.”
    With a whimper of relief, she groped back toward the bed, banging her shin on the frame. “Shit.”
    She fumbled forward, climbing in again and accidentally landing her hand on a hard, warm part of his body. “Sorry.” She jerked her hand away, flushing with embarrassment. She had no idea what she’d touched. His whole body was hard and warm.
    Then she felt those big, calloused hands on her thigh. They traveled up until he’d taken her by the shoulders and moved her to the opposite side of the bed. “Sleep next to the wall. I don’t like feeling boxed in.”
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    Riana had no complaints. And with a little maneuvering she stretched out next to the wall. He shared the covers with her so she felt basically comfortable—except she was hungry and a little sore between her legs.
    She was finally able to relax as she pulled the covers up to her chin. The warm presence of his body beside her was oddly reassuring. Anyone would have to come through him to get to her.
    It was ironic that he said he didn’t like to be boxed in.
    He was boxed in here. In the cell. In the Hold. On this hellish, inescapable planet.
    She wondered what he’d done to get here.
    Then decided she was better off not knowing.
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    She was surprised she actually fell asleep. And even more surprised that she had an erotic dream—given the incongruous circumstances.
    It was a dream without specific context—just brief glimpses of erotic images and tangled bodies mingled with the presence of physical desire.
    When she awoke, it was still pitch black. And Riana was hot and aroused, her face pressed up against a hard chest and her fingers groping at the belly.
    Her first instinct was to sustain the activity and combine it with a humping motion against the strong leg she felt.
    But then she came to her senses. Remembered where she was. And who she was with.
    She jerked up with a sharp gasp. “Oh.”
    There was a rustling of the bedding as the man moved beneath her.
    Then he grabbed her and rolled her over. She couldn’t see him but she felt him above her—his legs between hers, his hands planted on either side of her shoulders.
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    Her body was still pulsing with arousal and—despite the situation—she couldn’t help but thrust her hips up and rub her groin against his.
    If he’d been holding himself back, that move snapped the last thread of his control.
    He hooked his hands around her thighs and spread them so that he could rub his hard cock against the fabric of her pants, just over her pussy.
    Riana whimpered and groped above her until she could claw at his shoulders.
    They fumbled around until her pants were off again and her camisole was pushed up above her breasts. He lowered his mouth to one of her nipples—sucking and nipping at it until she was squirming and biting her lip to suppress her cries in response.
    He didn’t waste much time on foreplay. Riana’s pussy was wet and aching and she mewed in relief when he lined his cock up at her entrance and sank in.
    It was tight but not uncomfortable this time. And his first thrust caused her to arch her spine and make a silly, childish sound of pleasure.
    She couldn’t see him at all. Just feel him—hot, urgent and so incredibly strong—as he worked up a fast, steady rhythm of thrusts and grunts.
    He kept his arms bent this time so his face was so close to her she could feel the panting of his breath against her hot skin. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as they rutted. And a deep pressure at her center swelled up into the beginnings of an orgasm.
    Her body was moving of its own accord, pumping and rocking beneath him. Their pelvises were too close for her to squeeze her hand between but by angling her hips she could get some stimulation of her clit from his pubic bone.
    Huffing out soft, little sounds of effort, Riana clawed at his neck and