Page 35 of Escaping my Dragon

“Where are you going?” I mumbled, rubbing my face against the pillow before turning a bleary gaze on him.

“Work,” he stated, stepping into his pants.

“Can’t we stay in bed?” I grumbled as he pulled on his shirt. It annoyed to see his perfect body disappearing under layers of clothes.

“Technically, I’m on duty. Plus, I need to prepare my chopper for a certain demanding guest wanting to see a landmark.”

“Demanding?” I arched a brow.

“Wasn’t it you saying, ‘give it to me harder’?”

“Faster, too,” was my impish reply.

“I’m thinking I might have to hit the gym more often if I’m going to keep up.”

“Can I watch?” It would be a pure delight to see those toned muscles of his slick with sweat.

He growled. “Woman, stop looking at me like that.”

“Or what?”

“Later, you insatiable wench.” He wagged a finger before winking. “Grab some breakfast. You’ll need that energy. See you soon.” With one final smile, which softened him adorably, he left, the door shutting quietly behind him.

I rolled to my back, arm under my head, and grinned. What a fun and satisfying night. The captain might often appear grim of countenance, but his touch was lava. Hot and melting. Already I ached for more.

When the door opened abruptly, I expected to see Noah back for some morning fun, only it turned out to be Joslyn wearing a smirk.

“Well, well,” she sang. “If it isn’t Miss ‘No Banging The Captain.’”

My cheeks heated. “Guess I deserve that. Sorry. I don’t know what got into me.”

Joslyn giggled. “I’d say the hunky captain did, and by the looks of you, he got into you good.”

“Joslyn!” I exclaimed, my face just about bursting into flames.

She laughed harder. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Nothing wrong with enjoying a good shag. Honestly, good on you. You don’t have fun often enough.”

“I have fun,” I grumbled, sitting up while holding the sheet to my chest.

“You know what I mean. The kind of fun that leaves you sparkling and glowing.”

“Oh gawd, is it that noticeable what I did?”

“Only to me, because I know you.”

And Vernon, as it turned out, because soon as I walked over to the table he’d commandeered, he whistled. “I see someone finally got laid.”

I sat down hard, my tray slapping the table and sloshing my coffee. “It’s not a big deal. You’ve been getting some since we got here.”

“Yes, because I, for one, don’t deprive myself of pleasure. Glad to see you finally let loose, too.”

“Am I really that uptight?” I poured sugar into my coffee, followed by some powdered creamer.

“Yes!” both my coworkers chimed.

“Jerks,” I muttered, cradling my mug, but my annoyance didn’t last. How could it when the captain entered the galley and headed in our direction?

Joslyn nudged Vernon, who glanced at me, then the captain. He grinned wide enough to almost swallow my embarrassment.