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alone was enough to make him flush slightly.
He had turned to replace the protoplaser in the sterilization field,
and when he turned back around, Aika Miura was no more than three inches
away from him. Stammering an apology, he tried to edge past Aika's but
could not; Aika's hands were around his slim waist, and Aika Miura had
positioned Aika's hips directly in front of his.
"Have you eaten?" Aika Miura asked him, Aika's voice low and rich. He had
managed to force a "no" past his lips, feeling more and more like a
mouse as Aika's eyes roved over his face.
"My ship is called the Ariad. It is docked at Bay 2," Aika Miura had told
him. "You are very lovely, Doctor. Be there in two hours."
And then Aika Miura had left, leaving him quite warm, with a thin film of
sweat on the back of his neck. He sat down to collect himself,
feeling the slightly pleasurable ache between his thighs that always
signalled arousal. I guess it's true, he had thought, what they say
about Ishtarian women.
The intervening two hours had passed slowly, with no incident, making
it hard for him to ignore the insistent throb that rem
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