His fingers slid the length of her p***y and began to rub circles around her c**t. “You wanna play barter with—”
“No,” she said, reaching around to smack his arm away. Sassi spun, but found herself pinned between him and the handrail. Still, she managed to get hold of one side of her panties, but struggled to pull them up. “I have to leave, Swain. We’re out of time.”
“I told you not to ask questions. I said I’d take care of it. I gave you orders to stay. You don’t have my permission to leave the ship.”
It wasn’t enough and she was exasperated by his cranky attitude. “It’s not enough to stamp your feet, Swain. It’s not enough to lock me up. We can’t ignore this and hope it will go away. You know, I really didn’t think you were a head in the sand type of guy,” she said, stopping her fight
