Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
"How much time do we have before we arrive?" Edward asked, waving at the wallscreen to wake it up.
"Just under two hours," Sin replied, snuggling up to him.
"Enough time to…?"
"At least twice," she replied. "Three times, if we share a shower."
"Three times it is, then," he said, scooping her out of bed and carrying her into the tiny bathroom beside his cabin.
Sin was still shaking from her fourth orgasm as she dressed in a clean shipsuit. Edward's towel hung low on his hips, showing off his definitely lickable abs. She'd tasted them enough times to know.
"What will happen when we arrive? To us, I mean?" she asked.
Edward's shoulders slumped. Neither of them wanted this to end.
"Well, we'll probably get separated. I'll have to answer an investigation into the captain's death, and see to any repairs to the Vice.
You'll probably get assigned a different guard until you've served your sentence, or they decide to let me come back.
Obviously, when we dock, we can't, but when you're free… I'd like to…"
By the time she'd served her sentence, he'd probably have married Mrs Perfect, even if he hadn't actually met her yet, Sin knew. But right now…
"I'd like that, too," she said. One last, spine-tingling kiss, before she headed back to her cabin.