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frowning.
    “Deceit? It sounds more like kidnapping to me.” Loban stood and began pacing.
    “Hear me out. I have a plan, and it makes damn good sense,” Garfor said. Rork and Loban stayed quiet, but he could see it was a struggle for both of them. “Trans Galaxy had changed Megan’s transport to a Dalosian cargo ship.”
    “Are you fucking kidding?” Loban slugged the back of one of the chairs. “She’d have never made it to Somas.”
    “I’m well aware of that.” Garfor glanced over to Rork, who was shaking with rage. “In an effort to avoid overly upsetting her, I pointed out the potential problems with accepting that form of transport with as much care as I could muster.”
    “I would have been hauled off by security after tearing apart whoever handled the transfer and paddling Megan’s bottom for risking her own safety.” Rork shoved his fingers through his unbound hair.
    “Two more reasons I’m glad I was the one handling the situation. But this works to our advantage. Her employer thinks she’s on the Dalosian ship and that it will take at least three weeks for her to arrive. I told Megan I would cancel her ticket, but I have a strong feeling we’re going to experience communication difficulties, which render that an impossible task. I have no doubt in that amount of time we can use our considerable powers of persuasion to prove to her we four are destined to be together.”
    “A sound plan,” Loban said with a nod of his head.
    “May I suggest we set course for home at top speed, Commander?” Rork asked, smiling.
    “Make it so. You have the helm.”
    Megan floated in a state of partial awareness. She snuggled under the thick, comfy blankets as she realized she no longer felt ill, just a bit fuzzy in the head.
    Images of three gorgeous men filled her mind, touching her, loving her, taking her to soaring heights of sexual satisfaction. Rork and Loban were hazy, almost ghost-like, but Garfor was crystal clear. She pictured him lying behind her, cradling her against his massive chest. He whispered promises of sensual delights to come, his breath tickling the back of her neck.
    Moist heat built between her thighs and her nipples began to tingle. She drew one hand up along her mid-section and cupped her breast. While caressing her sensitized skin, Megan repositioned in an effort to free her legs from the tangle of her long skirt. As was common in dreams, the fabric magically lifted. She moved her other hand down her abdomen and into her panties. She stroked her swollen, wet folds briefly before concentrating on her hardened clit.
    After only a few swirls of her fingertips, a powerful orgasm tore through her. She rocked her hips in time with the pulsing release and felt a large hand join hers at her cunt.
    I’m not dreaming anymore! Megan opened her eyes. Garfor was gazing down at her, his face mere inches away. His cheeks were flushed, and his pupils were dilated. Never had a man looked at her with such stark passion.
    His lips came crashing onto hers. Megan thought she knew what it was to be kissed but quickly discovered she’d been dead wrong. Garfor took command of her mouth, demanded entrance and left no part untouched. Her shock was instantly replaced with sexual hunger the likes of which she’d never imagined possible. As his tongue glided sensuously along hers, his fingers caressed her pussy.
    She reached out blindly and found his crotch. She whimpered when her fingers met the ties of his pants. Megan attempted to pull them free.
    Garfor tore his lips from hers and kissed down the column of her neck. “Swaya, let me make love to you, worship your body in the manner it should be.”
    “No, please, now…can’t wait,” she panted out, stroking his long, thick penis through the fabric. In a tiny part of her brain, it registered that she was groping stranger and begging him to fuck her, but Megan couldn’t focus on anything except the all-consuming need to give herself into his care and