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  “We’re here. Why not?” He motioned for me to go up first.

  My chest tightened. It felt like I was stealing or something. The metal was cold, and I could feel my nipples start to tingle. I glanced down, expecting to see Adamson looking up my dress, but his eyes were glued to the shuttle. Maybe he’s not just after my body.

  The ladder turned into a walkway that extended over the cargo bay of the shuttle. I stopped and let Adamson catch up.

  “Go on down,” he said.

  I nodded. This is so wrong. My pulse fluttered as I climbed down into the cargo bay. It was hard to walk in it in my heels. The floor curved and there were tools scattered around. I picked my way forward toward an open hatch that protruded from the front on of the shuttle. “Do you want to go all the way inside?” I asked Adamson.

  His eyes twinkled. “We’re here.”

  I crawled through the airlock tunnel and stepped out onto the middle deck of the crew area. If I had thought my apartment was small, I had a new appreciation for the term “space-saving.”

  Adamson came through behind me and stopped with his hands on my hips. “Imagine being stuck in here with four other people for two weeks.” His hands squeezed my hips, lifting me up. He pulled me in closer as if he was showing me his point. My cheeks flushed.

  “I don’t know if I could do it,” I said.

  He released my hips and slid his hands down to my thighs.

  “Let’s go up to the flight deck,” Adamson said. This time he went up the ladder first.

  I took off my shoes and followed. Those steps were too narrow to attempt in heels. I needed to keep up with him if I wanted a glimpse of that perfect ass of his. Unlike him my eyes were all over his body.

  The upper deck was even more cramped than the lower. It was a lot messier, too. Boxes of avionics lay scattered across the front of the cabin, some in the pilots’ seats, some half hanging out of their compartments. Diagrams and tools were set haphazardly among the electronics.

  I pressed in close to Adamson. He moved aside and slipped an arm around me. “It’s really something, isn’t it?”

  It definitely was something, alright. The material moved beneath his crotch. I peeked around, pretending like I was admiring the shuttle, but actually checking out other parts of him. A thick bulge pointed sideways. My throat caught. God, he’s hard as a rock. And huge. My nub began to heat.

  Strong hands gripped my arms and turned me toward him. His lips crushed into mine as I felt his hand secure my ass with a tight squeeze. His other hand lifted up my dress and traced the crease at the small of my back. Reaction took my body and my hands sought his bulging cock. One word from me and we’d be on our way back to the limo, but I wanted to taste him. Instead, I tilted my head back and met his lips.

  Being wanted by a man like Aaron Adamson would make any girl tingle at the thought. Charming, handsome, beautiful. Rich hardly played into it, not in the moment.

  He ran his lips along my neck. “I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday.” Fingers worked the muscles in the small of my back. “The smoothness of your skin. Your smell.”

  I swallowed hard, still trying to decide if this was what I wanted. My body wanted it. I could feel the warmth, the moistness. My nipples were hard again, and it wasn’t the cold. He wasn’t my boss anymore. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?

  His lips brushed my earlobe and along my jaw. The roughness of his close cropped beard contrasted with the softness of his lips. He kissed the corner of my mouth. “I want to feel your lips on me,” he whispered.

  His manhood flexed beneath my touch as I unbuttoned his pants. I slithered down his body, rubbing my breasts over his chest. I crouched before him, my dress spreading wide, and pulled his member free.

  He smelled clean and manly. His member was so thick and so long. The bulbous crown seemed so big. I imagined it inside my pussy, stroking along my g-spot, and creamed myself. I traced a finger over his glans, feeling the velvet crown, and followed up with my tongue. He tasted as clean as he smelled.

  He shuddered and a breath hissed out. A groan echoed from deep in his chest. I flicked my tongue under the tip, back and forth across the sensitive skin. Then I eased him deeper. My head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft. I could feel the exterior smoothness and underlying texture with my lips.

  I slipped my hand from his shaft into his pants and cupped his balls. His hands went to my head and grabbed my scalp. He pressed me closer, pushing his shaft deeper. I didn’t mind. I wanted him. All of him. He pushed into my throat, my muscles contracting, unaccustomed to the invasion. At first I wanted to panic, but when I realized I could breathe, I didn’t mind. I wanted him to come. I wanted to be the one that made him come.

  My other hand slipped between my legs, under my dress. My fingers glided through my soaking folds and rubbed against my nub. I hardly had to touch myself before I was shuddering.

  Adamson groaned. His fingers raked through my hair. His shaft flexed and he came, erupting into my mouth. I pulled back from him just enough that I wouldn’t choke, and swallowed everything, sucking every last drop of his juices.

  My own orgasm rocketed through me as I sucked him. Billowing waves of pleasure rolled through every nerve in my body. At last, I pulled him free with a pop and gasped for breath. He hoisted me to my feet and we stood there, leaning against the wall of the space shuttle, panting for breath.

  I smoothed my skirt as he buttoned his pants.

  “You look exhausted,” he said. “Am I keeping you up too late?” His eyes glinted, as if he were toying with me.

  “I’m fine. It’s not like I have work tomorrow.”

  He nodded. “I told you I would take care of that.” He motioned for me to go down the ladder first.

  “So I should report to Mrs. Smedley in the morning?”

  “No. Have you decided about the position I offered you at dinner?”

  I clenched my jaw. I still had no idea. It seemed too good to be true, and I was old enough to be wary. If he’d caught me at 21 with a proposition like that, I would have jumped on it without a second thought. A few years in the real world had taught me caution, though.

  “I don’t know yet.”

  “Not good enough, Kate. I need to know now.”

  I’ve never done anything like that before. I just didn’t know! I couldn’t decide who the real me was. I gathered my shoes, lost in thought.

  “Okay,” I said, at last.

  He smiled wider than I knew a human being could smile. God, he had such perfect teeth. “Wonderful.”

  Adamson led the way down the ladder. At the bottom, he slipped a phone from his pocket. He tapped at it a moment, then put it away. “Thomas will be here soon.”

  “I thought you wanted to see the museum.”

  He grinned. “We can take as long as you want. He won’t mind waiting.” He held out a hand and I twined my fingers with his.

  In the limo, half an hour later, we pulled up in front of my apartment. “We have a meeting in New York at 8:00 AM.”

  My eyes went wide. It had to be after midnight. “How are we going to get there in time?”

  “Our plane leaves in an hour.”

  “What?”

  “You accepted the position. Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No. Can I at least grab my makeup and an overnight bag?”

  “Hurry. Get your passport, too.” He opened the door and stepped out.

  “Do you want to come up while I gather my things?” I asked.

  “If you like.”

  I nodded and led him to the elevator. “So why do I need a passport?” I asked.

  “As soon as we finish in New York we’re going out the country.”

  My heart skipped a beat. Out of the country? “Where?”

  He shrugged, a devilish grin on his face. “Just take a change of clothes. Everything else will be provided.”

  I gulped. It sounded like an adventure. It all sounded like an adventure. I rushed around m
y apartment gathering my makeup and some clothes. I tossed them into a bag along with some spare undergarments and my sexiest nightie. The passport went on top.

  “We need to go,” he said.

  “How long will we be gone?”

  He shrugged again.

  I locked the apartment and followed him down to the limo. I wondered what I had gotten myself into, and what exactly my new job entailed.

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