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    Drogan jerked awake, startled by a cacophony at the door of his quarters. Throwing the covers back, he stomped to the door, his achingly erect cock bobbing with each step, the dream at the forefront of his mind. He wanted to ignore the commotion at his door, climb back into bed, and give Rena the sexual payback she deserved. Instead, he punched the unlock button on the wall panel and was confronted with the real live version of Rena. She was wearing the standard-issue dark red uniform with gold and black piping on the collar, wrists, and hem of the jacket. She stopped arguing with Jason, who looked like he had just woken up too, red hair standing up in all directions, clothing wrinkled, and his pants clearly on backward.
    “Captain, I told her not to bother you. I’ll take care of it,” Jason said, averting his eyes once he realized Drogan was naked.
    Rena swallowed before meeting his eyes.
    “It’s important, sir. The Galactic President wishes to speak to you,” she reported, also looking away.
    Drogan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The dream would have to wait.
     

Chapter Two
     
     
    Rena tried to concentrate. Looking down at her notes, she groaned silently and erased the last three sentences before quickly scribbling down the correct information on her tablet. She couldn’t stop thinking of Drogan naked. So far she’d had to correct her notes four times. Instead of writing down the important details of Drogan’s upcoming meeting with the Galactic President, she’d written words like “cock,” “nipples,” and “sexy.” She’d also drawn a small doodle of what looked like a phallus. Rena was horny and lusting after her boss. She knew it wasn’t right and that she should simply let go of her infatuation with him, but she just couldn’t. Every day she saw him, and every day she found something new to adore about him.
    He was a good man, decent, hard working, fair, loyal, and sexy as hell. Long, thin, dark brown braids trailed over his back, down to his waist. What seemed like a permanent five o’clock shadow dusted his jaw, making his cheeks more defined. Just the thought of those dark whiskers brushing against the inside of her thighs as he ate her out made her squeeze her legs together, her pussy tingling with awareness and need as her nipples hardened behind the rough fabric of her uniform.
    She thought she had at least gotten some of her sexual frustration out when she’d gone to the Fantasy Spa. Instead, the experiences seemed to have intensified as of late.
    On top of it all, Jason Mercy seemed to be showing some interest in her for some reason. Last time she checked, she was still Rena Morrigan. She was still the plain woman whom hardly anyone noticed. She still had large brown eyes, a nose she felt was too large for her face, and lips that were too full. Her face was a simple oval, hair a really dark brown, her best feature she felt—a clear mocha complexion. That was, in her mind, the only thing going for her.
    She couldn’t understand why Jason Mercy would give her a second glance. He was probably desperate since he’d gone through most of the female crew members. She was the last one left he hadn’t slept with. Well, that wasn’t quite true. There was Alexa, but she was married to Daniella, so Jason didn’t have a shot in hell with her or her wife.
    Rena hated to think she was basically a pity-fuck to Jason. She sighed inwardly. Drogan didn’t see her, and Jason thought of her as his final conquest. She was beginning to wish she had stayed on Elysian 8. At the spa there had been much less to think about, much less to ignore.
    “Yes, Rena will send you my itinerary. We plan on stopping by Earth and then heading off to the Green Zone.” Drogan was looking at her, an eyebrow raised in question. He must have noticed her zoning out.
    Swallowing quickly, she bent her head and started scribbling nonsense like mad to look busy.
    Five minutes later the