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air around her. If only…
    She mentally slammed the door on that thought and dove back into bodily bliss. But those lively licks abruptly stopped. “Roll over,” Zander ordered.
    She did so begrudgingly. Her ragged breathing disturbed the quiet. With heart racing and sweat slipping down her face, she propped herself up on her elbows again. “I was close,” she whispered in dismay.
    “I know,” Zander said. “I want to watch.”
    She never tired of those words. She swallowed hard. “What?”
    “Fuck yourself.”
    The coarse words erupted in a lust-filled fire that raced right to her core. The croak of his voice almost made her lose control -- almost.
    She lay back and fumbled around until her hand wrapped around the dildo. “You want to watch me come?” she asked thickly, rotating the head of the dildo slowly around her opening, rolling it across her nether lips.
    “Yeah. Fuck that like you’re going to fuck me. Show me how you like it.”
    Shardae heard those words in Zander’s voice -- the real one. Oh, sweet Neptune !
    Moaning, her back arching in sultry passion, she pushed the cock into her with one solid movement. Instantly, her inner core clutched it like a vice, filling her tight tunnel. Would Zander feel like this? Deliciously wide, thick, filling every inch of her so that when she took a breath, she felt him?
    What really sent her into the stars was each time she glanced at him, his eyes were on her. Her approaching release crested over her. Almost like he sensed it, Zander rushed to the bed, lifted her legs and placed his head between her open thighs. He took the dildo from her, not missing a beat. With one long suckle of her love button between his lips, she shouted in rapture.
    Short-lived, the delicious warmth was already waning when the room stopped turning. Shardae swallowed her disappointment. “Collapse program.”
    “Goodbye,” the simulated Zander said before winking out of existence.
    The room quickly returned to its Aspen quiet. A tinge of loneliness rippled through her. That guy wasn’t even real! That only served to show how truly pathetic she’d become.
    Falling backward onto the firm memory-foam bed, she inched slowly up until she reached her pillow. Really, she had to sleep. In about four hours, maybe less, she’d have to check on the crew. Dangerous people were onboard. She didn’t like Lee’s comments about her team’s response time or Darryl Snow’s warnings about a mutiny.
    Lee and Zander had both come onboard her craft too soon in her command. She hadn’t admitted to anyone, but she wasn’t altogether sure she could handle both. Everything inside her remained torn between her attraction to Zander and the suspicion that Lee had a few snakes up his sleeve.
    The problem remained -- how to stop thinking about all of it… especially Zander.
    After much mental scuffling, she corralled her thoughts, pinned them down. She released a long deep breath. Her eyelids drifted shut, allowing her at last to fall into the fitful arms of sleep.

 
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Zander signaled the bartender to send over another drink. Seated alone in the belly of the craft, in the oval-shaped cafeteria, he slouched against the foamy two-person booth. It cushioned his weary muscles.
    Droplets of condensation slipped between his fingertips. He blew out a sigh, but his fatigue remained. The day had seemed to go on. He’d given up watching the pilot steer. Really, if you’d steered one spacecraft, you’d done them all. His downtime commenced now.
    Nursing his drink, his mind locked on the lovely Shardae Simmons. How would she feel when he entered her moist heat? Would she buck against him for more, or would she wrap her sexy legs around his waist and pin him to her molten heat?
    “You order another beer?” asked a polite female voice.
    “Yeah,” Zander answered, gaze locked on the beauty of space rolling by outside the oval porthole.
    Hours earlier the vessel launched into open space, going