drives along with everything else. From the look of his
arousal, she wasn’t going to get off lightly.
An unfamiliar feeling of excitement coiled in the pit of her
stomach and her breasts felt suddenly tight and full. Absently she
rubbed the sore spot on her thigh where one of the medical staff had
given her an injection. It was supposed raise the level of her libido,
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the young doctor had explained in a pragmatic tone. Peyton wondered
if it wasn’t working because she felt a little flushed.
“I take it you want to skip the drink.”
The statement, said with a cool undertone of amusement made her
realize he was no longer looking at her face, but instead at where her
now taut nipples made hard points against the gauzy material. She
really didn’t want any wine, so she said, “I’ll pass on the wine,
Commander, but thank you for offering.”
His gaze drifted lower, to examine her bared legs. “You have a
very nice body, Lieutenant Valmont. I might even say spectacular.
Why don’t you disrobe?”
She could think of a few reasons why she shouldn’t, the first one
being she never thought she would ever, ever be naked in front of the
formidable ship’s commander but the rules were clear. Whatever he
wants, whenever he wants it . She stood and reached for the hem of the
garment but before she pulled it off over her head, she took a breath
and blurted out, “There’s something you should know, sir.”
Ebony brows arched upward over those remarkable eyes. “Is
there? Go ahead then, inform me.”
“I’m not good at this.” That sounded wrong and made her feel
ridiculous, so she amended, “Or let’s say I haven’t had much chance
to know whether or not I’m good at it.”
“Sex or taking off your clothes?”
Who knew the man even had a sense of humor, but there was
definitely a note of what could even be teasing in his tone if you
stretched your imagination a little. Peyton lifted her chin and slipped
off her gown over her head. She said crisply, “The former, sir.”
“I see.” He sat there and examined every inch of her, from her
head down to her toes with a slow, sweeping assessment. “I think
your statement is flawed, Lieutenant. You could have had as many
chances as you wished. You’re a very attractive female. If you lack in
experience, I am going venture an educated guess from a male point
of view that it has been your choice.”
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He was right, but that option was now gone. Nude, embarrassed
but trying not to show it, Peyton stood there obediently and watched
him finish his wine and set aside the glass on a small console next to
his chair. Then he stood in a leisurely fluid motion at odds with his
obvious arousal and inclined his head toward the doorway to the
sleeping quarters. “I think we can improve the level of your practice
in a very short time.”
The indication she should precede him was hard to miss. With as
much dignity as she could gather—especially since she was naked
and felt infuriatingly vulnerable—Peyton walked past him, aware of
the sway of her breasts with every step. At this point she wished she
was full S-species because then he wouldn’t be so very much larger.
The females were usually almost as tall as the men, and while she
wasn’t as petite as a full-blooded human, she was still a lot smaller.
Males enjoyed that, she’d heard. The disparate sizes of their
bodies meant her tightness would enhance his pleasure.
His pleasure. A shot of that strange sensation twisted in her
stomach again. She gave a small involuntary shiver as she stared at
the bed. It stood on a slightly raised platform, the utilitarian military
issue white linens giving the sleeping area a stark look, the floor
polished tile, the only color in the room a small pile of more antique
books stacked on a small metal table by the side of the bed.
Peyton jumped when she felt a large, warm hand settle on