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pawned her off on an employee?”
    “You’re angry and you’re hurt, but you’ll
feel different in a day or two. I don’t want you to do something
you’ll regret later.”
    “So if I still want you in a day or two,
you’ll fuck me?”
    He sighed and moved closer. She was gorgeous
and so damn vulnerable, he longed to hold her, just hold her. Which
was totally out of character for him. “It’s not a good idea.”
    “I don’t care.”
    She grabbed the front of his jacket and
pulled him up against her warm body. His dominant nature surged and
he pressed her against the wall, drawing her hands above her head
as he searched her eyes. “There can be no regrets. If we do this,
you go in with your eyes wide open. I’m a bastard, and I’m the
first to admit it. I’m offering you nothing but a few hours of
pleasure. Are you sure that’s what you want?”
    Her lips trembled and uncertainty flared in
her gaze, but she nodded.
    “Not good enough.”
    Slipping her hands out from under his, she
wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want this. I know it’s just
for tonight.”
    “No regrets?”
    “No regrets.” She sounded certain, but
disappointment still shadowed her eyes. He should walk away. She
wasn’t jaded enough to deal with his brand of passion. As if to
prove him wrong, a wicked smile parted her lips. “Let’s do it right
here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”
    He laughed. “I think you’d enjoy that, but I
wouldn’t. I’m technically your husband’s employee.” Tears flooded
her big blue eyes and he cursed his stupidity. “I’m sorry. Let’s go
to my cabin and get you something to drink.”
    She followed half a step behind him, silent
and sullen. This would never do. She needed an outlet for all these
emotions or she’d be bawling the entire time he fucked her, and he
hated that.
    Seconds after he closed and locked the door,
his companel lit up. It was head of security, so he accepted audio
only. “What’s going on? I really need some shut-eye.”
    “Ambassador Xyell is inquiring about the
location of his wife. I was unable to locate her, so I figured I
better notify you.”
    “The lady had a bit of a scare. She’s
unharmed and nearly recovered. I’ll escort her to her cabin as soon
as she feels comfortable returning.”
    “Then she is with you now?”
    “Affirmative.”
    “I’ll notify the ambassador.”
    Caleb put an emergency-only interrupt on his
com channel before he turned from the panel. “You do realize this
gives you another option.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Your husband knows we’re together, alone in
my cabin. He will likely presume the worst. You can have all the
fun of torturing him without the guilt of actually sinning.”
    She let the robe swing open the shrugged it
from her shoulders. “And why would I want to do that? I’ve been
alone for a whole lot longer than this voyage. I’m ready to
sin.”
    Her beauty stole his breath, but the pain in
her eyes held him back. She wasn’t ready for him, not really. If
she fucked him now, the only person she’d be hurting was herself.
She was doing this to punish her husband, and her husband didn’t
give a shit about her.
    Without a word he took off his jacket then
pulled his shirt off over his head. Her gaze followed him, wide and
limpid, aware. She might not be ready for his cock, but she needed
release and she needed it badly. Not just a quick orgasm, she
needed to purge her soul of years of pain, to unburden herself from
all the disappointment.
    “That’s some tattoo.” Her voice broke and
her lips trembled. What an odd reaction to his ink. She said
nothing more, so he didn’t pry. They had more important things to
discover than the reason for her aversion to body art.
    “Undress slowly. I want you naked and on
your knees.”
    Her eyes widened and her lips parted. He
thought she’d object, but she didn’t. She kicked her slippers to
the side and hooked her finger under the thin strap holding up one
side