She was stuck on a warship with a sexy as hell mercenary who would only screw her if she begged him to… she wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or some kind of cosmic f*****g joke.
He was a f*****g i***t.
Out in the corridor, Skinny snarled and slammed a hand into the wall. Then he groaned and leaned his forehead against the cooling metal. He was a total f*****g i***t. She’d been right there, soft and willing in his arms. Her hands had been on his belt buckle for f**k’s sake… practically on his c**k… and he’d told her no.
He groaned again, turning to put his back to the wall with his head tilted against the metal. His c**k was hard as a rock, his out-of-control libido demanding that he head back on inside his room and pick up where they’d left off with Marika’s delicate little hand on hi
