Chapter Eight
Kordon stared down at Gracie’s sleeping figure. He needed to go, but he wanted to stay. Running his hand over his face, he bit back an oath as for the first time he wished he was not the Grand Admiral but just a warrior whose most time-consuming activity was training. His com-link sounded again, letting him know he was late for the meeting he had scheduled.
“You better go,” Gracie’s sleepy voice said as she peeked up at him through thick lashes.
Kordon groaned again and leaned down to brush a kiss over Gracie’s swollen mouth. It was amazing some of the things she could do with it. Kordon had been afraid she would be too sore to take him again, but Gracie showed how creative she could be. Kordon felt his c**k beginning to swell again just thinking about it.
“I return later
