Abby
Abby
Biting my lip to hold back a giggle—half glee, half fear—I watched through the ceiling’s air duct panel as Cormac reached under a storage chest and found the panties I’d left there for him, smeared with wet goodness from my very aroused body.
His roar of frustration made my eardrums rattle, and I barely held back a full-blown laugh.
“I know you are in the ducts, female! Get out of there now!”
Nope. Not going to happen. He was too small to fit, and I had access to almost every room on the ship. I’d left my shirt in what was obviously a bedroom—and borrowed a very large t-shirt from a drawer so I didn’t have to crawl through the ducts naked. My bra I abandoned in a storage room filled with big boxes strapped to the floor with harnesses that made the one I’d been wearing look l
