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his fingertip slide down my arm to my bound wrists, which rested in my lap. He pushed my knees apart and I felt pressure against the insides of my thighs.
    His hands moved up from knees, toward my groin. He was on his knees in front of me. "I present you with the finest wines from our hold," he teased, "and yet you refuse to drink it. Why not have just one glass?"
    "Are you trying to get me drunk? Hoping it will lower my inhibitions?"
    He laughed. "As a matter of fact, I am. Would it be so difficult to indulge me?"

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    I didn't answer. I tried to concentrate on not
    responding to his touch. It wasn't easy. His hands were resting on my hips, his thumbs straying way too close to my groin. I felt the pressure of his body on mine as he leaned forward. He kissed my collarbone. I did my best to think about Rikard, who was somewhere on the ship, held captive. I did my best to concentrate on my duty.
    "I don't suppose this fetish of yours is food related, is it?" he asked.
    "No," I said, shaking my head.
    "Too bad." He kissed my collarbone on the other side. "Tell me what it is."
    "No." Only one word, but my voice shook. His tongue teased the hollow of my throat.
    "Fine," he said. He began to tease my left nipple with his fingers. It felt far better than it should have, and I bit my lip, hard. I did my best to concentrate on that self-induced pain rather than his touch. "Just think about it then," he said. "Whatever it is, I want you to think about it."
    "No," I said again, but it was a feeble protest.
    "Is it so terrible to indulge yourself?"
    Was it? Gods, it had to be. No matter how tempting
    it might be, I couldn't give in to him.
    He let go of me, and then I felt my blindfold being pushed away. "I have something for you, but I want to see

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    your eyes when I give it to you."
    Once the blindfold was gone, I opened my eyes. I
    couldn't help but blink in a feeble attempt to clear my vision, but there was still only frustrating blackness.
    Something brushed my lips. "Open your mouth."
    Why exactly I obeyed, I couldn't even have said.
    Something touched my tongue—something sticky, and
    sweet, and absolutely divine. I closed my lips around his finger, sucking it clean. The pleasure of it caused my eyes to roll back and my eyelids to drift shut.
    Valero moaned. "What I wouldn't give to be the one to put that look on your face," he said, pulling his finger free.
    I opened my eyes again, for all the good it did me.
    "Is that real honey?" Real honey could still only be found on Earth. I'd never had it before, but there was nothing else it could be. The imitations I'd tasted didn't even come close.
    "It is," he said. I felt him lean forward again. His breath was warm against my lips. "Would you like more?"
    I knew where this was going. I knew I should say
    no. "Yes."
    It took a second for him to comply. I waited for his finger at my lips—I didn't even care what kind of cheap thrill it gave him.
    He kissed me instead. My lips were parted, and his

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    tongue slipped easily past them, touching mine, sharing the honey that rested there.
    It was so delicious—the honey, and the taste of his mouth, and the weight of him on top of me. I shouldn't have responded as I did. I shouldn't have leaned into the kiss, sucking the sweetness from him. I shouldn't have chased after each drop of it. I shouldn't have continued to kiss him, long after the honey was gone, but the truth was, it felt good. I could feel his strength as he pulled me tight against him. I could feel the urgency in him. He was frantic as he kissed me, and part of me wanted more than anything to feed his desire. He had unnerved me by bringing up my fantasies. I wanted to do the same to him.
    He pulled away for a moment, and I felt drops
    landing on my bare chest. His warm mouth followed, his tongue leaving a cool, wet trail behind it. He used his finger to smear some on each of my