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Yes Yes Say yes, damn it, before the top of his head exploded

"And you’re getting good at eon"

"I’ you"

He led the way up the narrow stairwell, wincing at each tug to his leg working its way through whatever nu out the bits ofhi pain pills

Clearing the last step to the cockpit, he found Crusty sprawled in the aircraft co a handful of chocolate-chip cookies by the hazy neon glow of a chemstick

"Take a hike" Jack jerked a thumb toward the stairwell

Crusty looked from Jack to Monica, back to Jack "Seat’s comfy here and there’s nobody around to snitchpounded for yankingand order you out, but since I’ shot in the ass--’’

"All right! All right" Crusty rolled to his feet "No need to play the sympathy card"

"Thanks And, hey, Crusty, if you keep anyone else froht bag that’s all yours I need to talk to Monica" Talk being the euphemistic understatement of the century Oh, yeah

"Licorice? Consider me a Berlin Wall between you and the rest of the folks down there" Crusty disappeared into the stairwell

Jack pivoted toward the bunk area Fire flah He chewed back a curse before Monica whipped out her doctor credentials and grounded hi to distract hi an ar compartment behind the cockpit, he waited until she sat in one of the two seats across from the bunkbeds built into the bulkhead He jerked the privacy curtain closed

Total darkness blanketed the tight quarters Slowly his eyes adjusted and he ood measure and added isolation, he secured the curtain across the vie, as well, before he stretched out on his right side Flush against the wall Not much room, but then, he wanted her close "You knoould make me rest better?"

"Not a chance, Korba" Her chastiseh the inky darkness "No way are you and I going to get busy Your doctor says no because of your leg And your wife says no because of all those people downstairs I thought you wanted to talk"

"You overesti co stitched My leg hurts I’m tired I want to hold h lady she always did like those sappy-soft words when spoken at just the rightsounded seconds before her aloe scent washed over hiht Would it be the same for her?

All her senses, touch e of the bunk "There isn’t enough room"

"Sure there is Lay on your side" He reached, found her back and guided her down

He heard her surrender, sigh as she sagged against hih rooled bodies would flip off and onto the floor But he couldn’t bring hio now that he had her in his arht clobbered over hi hi this woain

Wind howled outside, not too far off fro adrenaline rush in his veins He understood all about combat after didn’t stop the feelings Through the ache in his thigh, arousal stirred to life after all

And no ould Monica be able to ether

"Jack," she warned

"Shh" He shushed into her hair "I’ those clowns downstairs find either of us with a flight suit around the ankles I respect you too much for that"

Truth Which earned hi If only he hadpaths through his brain, rational thought got tough

Monica’s face shifted against hiht? Your doctor says that wouldn’t hurt you And as your wife, I know everyone downstairs already saw us kiss earlier before takeoff"

"I think kissing would be okay" He pal hi as we didn’t enjoy it too h ended short, captured by his y battle after desire for the sexy, pliant woet naed to get busy? Or for at least one of the did hurt like hell and he couldn’t risk putting himself out of cos to cup her hot es of his pal sped, her reaction to his touch as instan-daers skipped between theic on both of them His hard-on leaped in response and if he didn’t stop her soon, the rest of hiainst the cradle of her hips

He clamped her wrist "I ht now If I flex any onna whi o kick if you want, but it gives ht you there"

Her panting , split his restraint

By touch in the dark, he located the zipper on her flight suit, traced its path down her belly until he located the tab between her legs Lucky for theht suit zippers opened both ways, up as well as down

He inched it up, not far, but far enough to slide his fingers inside to cotton bikini-cut panties Damp cotton Thank you, yes He scooched aside the crotch, tucked in to find

Ied, picked up pace, pressing her generous brsts against him, faster, harder with fuller breaths With her free arm, her hand fluttered over hi in his hair Clutching his shoulders Skiain to his back