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first watch.”
    After a few minutes spent telling Asher exactly what to look
for and how to handle different situations, Ian stepped into the dusty hangar
office. Aileen stood at a small window looking out into nothingness. Her
shoulders were slumped with exhaustion. She looked deflated. Had he done this
to her? Had his own fears and insecurities pushed her over the edge? A
half-hour ago she had been giving him a pep talk. She hadn’t actually said that
she loved him but that she needed him. His stomach clenched with his own need.
    If she knew he was in the room she gave no indication. His
arms slipped around her tiny waist and she sighed contentedly.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    “Just tired,” she admitted folding her arms in with his.
    “Let’s get some sleep then.” He nuzzled her neck.
    She allowed him to lead her over to the large, worn, leather
couch on the far side of the office. He stretched out and pulled her down. She
curled up in front of him. Her firm, round butt fitted perfectly against his
crotch. Immediately his cock responded to the contact, but he knew she was tired
so he concentrated on suppressing his desires.
    It took him several minutes but his erection was beginning
to fade to the point where he might be able to get some sleep.
    Aileen’s body pressed against him and her ass wiggled.
    He grabbed her hip. “Do you know what you’re doing to me,
Aileen?”
    “I hope so,” she said in a soft, seductive voice that was
nearly a growl.
    Without releasing her hip from his steadying grip he said,
“I thought you said you’re tired.”
    The room was dimly lit with the red glow of the night sky.
He saw her shoulders rise and fall as her hand slipped around behind her and
she touched his now completely rigid shaft.
    He groaned deeply. “Aileen, I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
    She rolled toward him until her breasts were pressed hard
against his chest. “Don’t,” she said, her voice at once serious and playful.
    He immediately grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled
her hard against his erection.
    She hummed low in her throat and her hand lightly feathered
across the crotch of his jeans. He could barely feel her touch but the sight of
her small hand flowing gently across him was so erotic that the skin around his
groin tightened painfully pressing against the rough denim.
    With one clever tug, the first two buttons of his fly
released. Her fingers brushed over the V of hair that disappeared below the
elastic of his briefs. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips as one
delicate finger slid beneath that elastic. Another tug at the fly of his jeans
and the rest of the buttons gave way. Before he had time to think, her hand was
inside his underwear and her fingers were wrapped around his cock. She held him
lightly, barely touching his taut skin. Her feathery touch created aching need
and he moaned her name through clenched teeth.
    His head lolled back and his eyes closed as she teased and
tickled him from base to crown, circling the broad head with one teasing
finger.
    “Aileen, you’re killing me.”
    “I know,” she said and he could hear her arousal in the
tightness of her voice.
    He was surprised when she moved away from him but when he
opened his eyes she was standing in front of him and lifting the edges of her
tunic. She tossed the garment to the edge of the couch and did the same with
her jeans and underwear. In an instant she was before him completely naked.
    Her curves were marred by bruises that pained him to see.
Reaching out, he touched a large bruise under her left breast. Her eyes only
left his when he leaned forward and lightly kissed the dark blue smudge. A few
inches away another darker mark bloomed and he kissed her soft skin there as
well. He tongued the delicate underside of her breast before coming around and
pulled the tightly pearled nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.
    She called his name and he released the bud. Immediately his
tongue swirled