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Sage,” he said, drilling her with a resolute
expression. “No.”
    Frustration howled through her like a cold, piercing wind. A
panic, unlike anything she’d ever known, swamped her. She needed him. She
needed…
    A sharp rap on the door echoed through the room. They froze,
a rigid tableau.
    Riley responded like a drowning man thrown a line. “C-come
in.”
    The door opened. Dan’s nostrils flared as he took in the
sight of the two of them standing too close together. He crossed his arms over
his chest. His Adam’s apple worked. “Riley, Do you have a moment?”
    “Yes, Dan.” Shit. Was that relief in his voice? “Come on in.
Sage was just leaving.”
    She glared at them both, boiling inside. Raw.
    Well, hell. Without a word to either of them, she stormed
out of the medic’s office, slamming the door shut behind her.
     
    Disgruntled, hungry and aching, she headed for the kitchen.
It was quiet and empty except for Sanders, one of the pudgy geologists, who was
rooting around in the fridge. Her gaze snapped to him and tracked his every
move. Her mood began to lift.
    Balancing a plate of cold cuts and a variety of condiment
bottles, he turned and smiled. “Hey, Green.” He wore a grimy tee shirt and
boxers, for Christ’s sake. His thick glasses sat heavily on his nose, weighing
down his face. He was the definitive science nerd. The last guy she should ever
want to fuck. “Want a sandwich?”
    A sudden, unbidden warmth sluiced through her. She was
ravenous, aching. Just not for food. He set the plate on the table and opened
up a loaf of bread. She inspected him with hungry eyes.
    God. Had she never seen it before? She stepped closer, as
though in a trance.
    “Green?” He glanced up and caught her watching him, noticed
her predatory approach. He licked his upper lip. “Green?”
    They were close now. Close enough to feel his heat, feel his
arousal beginning to stir. She riffled his unruly hair, drew a soft, teasing
line down his neck and across his chest. His mouth dropped open. She tugged him
closer. Kissed his neck. Nibbled his earlobe. Ah, the taste of him. She felt it
to her bones.
    “Jesus, Green!” he gasped.
    His hands settled on her hips. She pushed them higher until
they cupped her breasts. Obligingly, he thumbed her nipples. A now familiar
desire, that hot streak of lightning, shot through her. She rubbed against him
like a cat.
    His cock was heavy and hot. It pressed against her clit with
maddening friction.
    She couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t wait.
    She pushed him to the floor and yanked down his boxers. His
erection sprang free. It was long and thin and the bulbous tip was an angry
purple. She stilled, licked her lips. How she wanted, needed to taste it. She
took him into her mouth and sucked. He flinched and clutched at her hair.
    “Easy, Green,” he mumbled but she ignored him.
    He filled her mouth, so firm and hot and sweet. His scent
enrobed her. She swirled her tongue over the head and sucked on him again,
harder. He hissed a breath and arched into her mouth. His cock swelled, the way
a cock swells when it is about to burst, so she pulled away. He whimpered a
little and tried to tug her back. But that was no longer what she wanted.
    Now she wanted more.
    She quickly kicked off her jeans and peeled off her panties.
And she mounted him.
    “Oh God,” he cried out as her hot quim lowered onto his rod.
    She cried out as well, something snarled and unintelligible
and raw. It felt so good inside her, all the way inside her. She braced herself
on his chest and rode him, back and forth, swirling her pelvis around and back.
Getting it. Getting it everywhere.
    He tried to direct the motion but she wouldn’t let him. As
she rode him, something rode her, spurring her on to wilder, more frantic
strokes. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he held on for dear
life.
    “Oh. Please,” he breathed as she undulated, riding him,
fucking him. “Please. Please!”
    And then his eyes widened. His