did need to act
and there was little time for long meetings to decide what to do. He
nodded.
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“I don’t think they should try to take the ship,” Janssen said in an
unemotional voice. “Boarding it would be suicide.”
“Are you suggesting we destroy it?” The idea was hard to accept.
Ran argued, “We don’t know the crew is dead. Minoa doesn’t kill its
own soldiers, Jerald. Maybe we’re just having a communication
glitch.”
“No communication at all and their signal off? Come on, Ran.
We’ve been friends a long time. Tell me the truth, do you really think
this is a communications error?”
He didn’t. He sensed there was something dark out there…the
feeling had plagued him all day. Sometimes his psychic abilities
allowed him to see the problem clearly, and sometimes he just got a
vague sense of foreboding. In this case, he just thought it was what
happened to Epsilon lingering. Ran let out a breath. “I’ll contact
Gallico and brief him on this latest development.”
Hollow-eyed, Governor Janssen gazed him. “Tell the commander
to not risk direct contact with these rogue males in any way if it is at
all possible.” After a moment he added quietly, “I care about every
life, but please understand, my son is on Gallico’s ship. I almost lost
Will once already.”
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Chapter 6
Peyton resisted—barely—the urge to move faster. Her hands
braced on the chest of the male below her, she closed her eyes at the
sheer pleasure as she lifted up and slid down with deliberate tight
control. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered and a suppressed
moan stuck in her throat made it hard to breathe.
It was a battle of wills and she was determined to win.
Well, maybe.
This position did interesting things to her entire body. She could
feel her breasts shift with each upward and downward glide on the
hard cock impaling her, the slick sensation of penetration evoking
tingles of pleasure, and being able to look into Kel’s smoky eyes was
almost as mesmerizing as the dual motion of their bodies as they
fitted together. Dark glossy hair spilled across the linens of the bed
and his skin looked bronzed in the artificial light, a film of sweat
glistening across his muscular shoulders.
Then he made the winning move. His hands, spanning her hips
and helping her rhythm, slid inward and one of his thumbs rotated
over her clit, pressing in just the right way…
All choice vanished. Rapture rolled over her in waves, making her
body quake and she collapsed downward in a sprawl across his hard
chest as Kel groaned and lifted his pelvis so she was filled with every
inch of his erection as he pumped his release into her contracting
passage.
Shared ecstasy hung them in the shattering moment, suspended,
aloft, together.
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It was spectacular, but not the best part, she’d discovered. In the
past days she’d found the commander had an interesting trait she
doubted anyone would believe existed under his unapproachable
exterior.
He liked to cuddle. Well, perhaps cuddle was an incongruous
word when applied to someone formidable like Kel Gallico, but he
seemed to enjoy holding her close, kissing her softly in the aftermath
of sexual interaction, running his fingers through her hair, and quite
often he held her hand as he slept. He was an impetuous sexual
partner but a tender lover. What’s more, she was beginning to get him
to open up a little and talk, not an easy task. Jake loved to laugh, to
tease, making sex a game—albeit a pleasurable one. Kel was the
opposite. Intense, involved, passionate and generous in bed, but
guarded when it came to his personal life.
She liked Jake Naiad very much. What she felt for the male
currently cradling her sated body in his arms was something quite
different. Her attraction to Kel had been there from the moment she
was assigned to the ship and was first introduced to its
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