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red fingernail and toenail polish, the ’botlooked like a real woman—a real, beautiful woman with pearly white teeth, highcheekbones tinted with rouge, ruby red lips, shapely legs and breasts that madehis mouth water.

All he could do was shake his head.

The ’bot frowned. “You aren’t pleased withme, Jules? I am anatomically correct you know and I was made for you.”

Jules’ dark eyes widened. He made astrangled sound in his throat.

“I find you desirable and I am yours,”Michelle whispered as she laid her soft, gentle hand on his thigh.

* * * * *

Ailyn studied his wife as she came intotheir quarters. He knew perfectly well where she’d gone and what she hadplanned to do before she had left him earlier. Reading minds came in handy whensomeone was acting secretively. He would allow her to tell him what she’d doneif she wanted to but if she did not, he would bide his time.

“I programmed her to play chess andbackgammon and a thousand or so other games,” Shanee said as she beganunbuttoning her tunic.

“He likes chess,” her husband commented. “Iwasn’t much of a challenge for him.”

“I programmed her with as many jokes as thedata bank had but I’ll check on Riezell when we get back to see if there areother jokes.” She peeled off her tunic and laid it aside. “He needs to laugh.”

“That he does,” Ailyn said, his voice thickwith emotion. He watched her sit on the settee to pull off her boots.

“I had them put a vid-com link in so hecould access information like you wanted to know and he can listen to music orview movies if he’s of the mind to do so,” she said as she stood up. Sheunhooked the button on her trousers then stepped out of them. “The ’bot cantell him how to use her.”

Ailyn grinned. “You don’t think he’ll knowhow to use her?” he asked. He wagged his brows when she looked over at him.

“Get your mind out of the gutter,Harmattan,” she sniffed.

“Well, it’s like riding a horse. Once done,never forgotten,” he replied.

She stilled and stared at him. “You knowhow to ride a horse?”

“Of course,” he answered.

Her eyes brightened. “I have a stallion Ikeep at the stables near Tramond on Riezell. We’ll get you one too!”

“I’d like that,” he told her.

As was her habit, she wore nothing betweenher flesh and uniform and she came over to him where he sat at the desk andthrew her leg over his thighs, straddling him. “Now, what shall we do?”

He circled her in his arms and laced hisfingers together behind her. His amber eyes were filled with an emotion she washaving difficulty reading until he thanked her.

“For what?”

“For making Jules’ life more bearable forhim. He’s been a good friend and I was worried that he’d have no one to talk toor with whom to interact until we returned to Theristes to visit.”

She leaned her forehead against his. “Myheart ached for him. I wanted to help him.”

“You programmed the ’bot to accept him ashe is and that is the greatest gift that man has ever received. He will blessyou ’til the day he is no more and if there is an afterlife, he will continueto bless you there. You’ve given him something he will treasure.”

“As I treasure the portrait he made forus.”

With her in his arms, Ailyn got up from thechair and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked with her into thebedchamber where the lights were turned down low. He took her to the bed.Shanee let her legs slide from his hips. Her hands went to the buttons of hisblack silk shirt.

“Where’s your tie?” she asked as she madeher way down the buttons.

“On your desk along with the gods-be-damnedbelt,” he said.

She glanced down at his bare toes. “Youcan’t run around on the ship with a breechclout, you know,” she warned him.

“I don’t see why not,” he replied as shepushed his shirt over his shoulders.

“Female crewmen are why not,” she stated.“Lest you want to be raped every time you venture from these quarters.”

“You have too much faith in my seductiveabilities, ionúin,” he said with a snort.

“No breechclout,” she ordered. “You need toaccustom yourself to wearing clothes, you pervert.”

He sighed heavily. “I suppose so.” Herfingers were on the closure of his trousers and as she undid his fly, he lookeddown at the top of her glossy white hair. As she peeled the garment down hislegs—squatting as she tugged—he put his hands in those luxurious albescenttresses. “I love your hair,” he whispered.

She was hunkered on the floor at his feetas he stepped out of his trousers. She tossed the black leather pants aside andput her hands up to his semierect shaft and heavy balls.

“And I love these,” she said, taking himinto her mouth.

Ailyn drew in a short breath and felt hisbody tremble beneath her soft, warm and wet attention. Her tongue was lavinghis hardening flesh as her palm cupped him to massage his sac, her lips flexingaround him.

“No, baby,” he said, his voice gruff. Hereached down and tugged at her shoulders until she released him, giving him apetulant look as he lifted her to her feet.

“Ailyn…” she protested.

“In you,” he said. “I want my cock to be inyou.”

And he got his way.

Captain Bartlett rang to ask the newlywedsto join him for the evening meal in the ship’s VIP dining hall. “It will justbe the five of us,” he said. “Our healer and my 2-I-C will be joining us.”

Shanee had wanted to decline but Ailyn toldher it would be discourteous to do so. He didn’t want to go either and said asmuch.

“Then why are we going?” she grumbled.

“To make nice,” he said as he watched herslipping back into her uniform. He was already dressed in his with the simplewave of his hand but she had refused to allow him to dress her in that way.

“I’d get spoiled,” she told him.

Ailyn shrugged. “I like spoiling you but Iunderstand.”

When the elevator arrived on Deck Four,there was a man already in the cage. He nodded but did not speak, moving backas Ailyn escorted his lady in.