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 by Brenda Williamson
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Electronic ISBN: 978-1-60310-519-4 Cover Art by: Kanaxa
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When Britt Colquinn’s husband is killed during an ordinary intergalactic cargo run while on the spacecraft, The Chelonian, she has more than one reason to take on the new job as a servitor on the vessel. Times what they are, money is lean. Besides a roof over her head, she needs to find out whether the ship’s commander is at fault for making her a widow. Only her first meeting with handsome, Ashton “Ly” Lygart raises a different set of questions. How skilful is he in bed, and are his lips as kissable as they look?
Ly hasn’t seen such beauty in a woman for a long time. When he and his second in command, Major Crane, embark on a sexual threesome with Britt, it’s with the intent of pleasure. He never thought he’d experience jealousy, and finds himself at odds with his feelings over whether or not he can trust that Britt’s not working for his enemy against him. As a smuggler, he should practice caution. As a man, desire takes control.
Will Ly risk his ownership of The Chelonian for love, or will Britt destroy his life?
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EXCERPT
Her awestruck gaze at his spacecraft flooded another part of him with heat. His heart thumped harder within the cage of his ribs. Unable to take his eyes off Britt’s glowing face, Ly relived an enthralling pride he had for the vessel through her expression. “Are there a lot of men onboard?” She turned her head and her gaze met his. “More than enough, I’m sure,” he answered abruptly, not liking the reason behind the query. Britt’s brow wrinkled for a moment, her forehead creased with tiny lines. Was there something else she wanted to ask? Did something puzzle her? What did she want him to do, give her an exact count of how many men would seek her service? Thinking about anyone other than himself fucking her young, hot body, gave him heartburn, or something akin to it. “Bannery, take Miss Colquinn to the servitor quarters,” he ordered. “Have Ella explain everything about the position, and pass on the word, she’s not on duty until I say so.” “Aye, Commander.” Bannery took the bag from Gavin and led Britt away. Ly’s attention remained concentrated on her as she walked along, examining his ship. While passing under the body, she reached out so her fingers slid over the sleek metal hull, caressing the surface. She fondled bolts and swept circles in the oiled finish. He imagined her taking the same care with touching him. A shudder coursed through him as he pictured her fingers raking his abdomen, and scratching into the hair at the base of his cock. How good did she give head? Her lips were ripe for plundering—the pink just right for kissing the sheath of his erection. However, beyond his lustful cravings, he had visions of giving her an equal amount of pleasure. He’d take his time and explore every contour to her well-shaped body. Caressing and kneading her flesh, his greatest desires were to make her beg him for more. When Britt began her ascent up the ramp, she paused and turned her head. His gaze locked to hers, and for several seconds she stared at him as if she’d miss him once she went aboard. At least that’s what he pretended he saw because it would mirror how he felt at that moment. She gave him a slight smile and then disappeared into the ship. Shuddering, Ly pressed his hand against his aroused cock bulging against the fabric of his jumpsuit. The heat that had coursed from his hard as rock scrotum into his rigid shaft backed down. “You’re not thinking of letting this crew have her, are you?” Gavin whispered over his shoulder. “Major Crane, Miss Colquinn is a professional. I’m sure she can handle them.” “Whatever you say, Commander.” He chuckled. Ly dropped his hand away from his swollen cock. The tingling sensation in his sac continued to keep his balls draw up tight in frustration. Britt’s faint smile almost did him in and he had to turn away so she’d not see him lose control. Gavin’s downward look helped chill his racing blood. “See you onboard, Commander.” The Major slapped a hand on his shoulder and left him standing there, fighting a raging hard-on. “Yeah, uh-huh. Be there in a minute,” he grumbled. Ly turned from the ship. He stroked his jaw in thought, worried how Britt’s presence on the ship would distract him. The Major had been right. There was no way in hell any man was going to touch what he coveted.
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