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“How many pods are there?” I peer around, noting the long hall with multiple doors.

“Thirty or so.”

“And there are people inside each of them?”

“I assume so.” He shrugs. “I can only speak about pod number twelve.”

He stops by a door and juggles our meals so he can place his thumb on the panel in the center. It clicks open.

“No lights,” he says with a grin, urging me inside with a nudge of his chin.

I’m beginning to sense our meals are going to get cold, and I won’t give a damn. I saunter inside ahead of us, glancing over my shoulder at him. “Without lights, you won’t see us in action.”

His grin turns sly, and his pupils widen. “You expect action?”

“Ha. We’re talking about me. You. There’s going to be action.” I step farther into the dark space, and he follows, nudging the door shut with his ass.

It’s darker than a black hole in here, but I pause and give my eyes a chance to adjust. A large, square shape takes up much of the center of the room, and I have no idea what it is. The ceiling’s also dark, which doesn’t fit with this “excursion,” but I’ll reserve judgment. Being with Jarrn is all I truly need.

Then the scent floating in the air hits me.

“Oh, wow, yeah.” I stride toward the big square thing, tugging off my shirt. Stopping beside the short set of steps, I shimmy out of my pants.

“Stripping fast, are you?” he says with a laugh, teasing his claw down my bare spine. I imagine he’s put the food somewhere. We’ll track it down later.

“Last one in has to give the other a massage.” I climb the stairs and step into the giant hot pool, sinking into the emollient water that sloshes around my shoulders.

“I bet I can talk you into givingmea massage despite the fact that you set this up so you could win.”

“I think you’re right.” I coil a fingertip his way, urging him to join me.

In seconds, he removes his clothing, chucking it aside. He climbs in, dropping down beside me on the submerged bench.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him, pleased to note his cock is stiffening already. The water contains something slippery that’s supposed to be good for our skin. I sense it’s going to make things . . . extra slick. Nothing like a lube pool to heat things up when you’re in love.

Reaching between us, I stroke him, gliding my fingers up and down, palming him, taking all I can in my fist. He’s soon groaning and bucking against me, stiffer than a pole.

With one hand, he strokes my clit. “Fair play,” he says in a deep, husky voice.” With his other hand, he reaches out, pressing a button on the side of the pool. The ceiling begins to move, sliding to the side to reveal the heavens.

My head tipped back, I gaze raptly at the stars, marveling all over again how beautiful outer space is.

But his fingers between my legs provide a marvelous distraction. It isn’t long before I rise up over him and drop down, embedding him deep within me.

I ride him, and our sighs of pleasure echo around us.

It isn’t long before we’re both shooting out into the stars.

Chapter21

Jarrn

Delia and I slept so late this morning the only food left in the crew mess was the dregs of thesumrathat stuck to the bottom of the warming trays. It’s hard to ruinsumra, though. It’s a sweetened milky, noodly dish filled with nuts and dried fruit.

Because I’m still hungry, I grab a cara roll and pop half of it into my mouth on our way to one of the conference rooms off the promenade deck. We’re meeting Strogoff and I don’t want to be a minute late.

Except for last night in the pod, Delia and I mostly stick to the spaces reserved for the crew. Walking down the halls of the promenade deck, I’m reminded of how opulent the areas of theJeweled Empressare–at least the ones the paying customers get to see.

The hues of rich gold and cobalt decorate everything from the tapestries to the carpeting and the chairs that dot the little areas created to provide private spaces to sit, have a drink, and look out the windows at the stars.

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