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heard the whoosh as the air left her lungs a second time. He wasn't falling for the damsel in distress routine again. That was how they'd stolen his ship in the first place. Been there, done that. Besides, he really didn't know if he had the strength to stand up. He was as weak as a cub.
     
    She did look as though she could do with a little air, though. He raised himself up on his elbows. It brought the lower half of his body snugly against her, and he flexed his hips a couple of times against her firm belly.
     
    She really wasn't his type. He liked feminine women, sweet, soft ones, the sort a man could lose himself in. All the same, his body was responding to her closeness.
     
    "Better?" he murmured, and this time he had to smile. She was almost spitting; she was so mad. His smile seemed to send her into a frenzy.
     
    She squirmed beneath him, hammering her fist against his chest. After a few minutes of futile wriggling, she went still beneath him, staring up with hard, cold eyes. "If you don't get up, you'll be sorry."
     
    "Really?"
     
    "Yes," she hissed.
     
    "Make me," he repeated his earlier words.
     
    "You think I can't?"
     
    He grinned. "I'm sure you can't."
     
    "Ha," she said. "You know, I really didn't want to do this."
     
    A flicker of unease skittered across his skin. "Do what?"
     
    "No, actually, that's a lie. I do want to do this, after all. In fact I'm really, really looking forward to it."
     
    "Do what?" he repeated.
     
    She raised her free hand, the one she wasn't beating him with, and waved it in front of his face. She held a small box, very simple, just two buttons. "This," she said pressing the green one.
     
    The effect was instantaneous, as if ice water had been poured down his spine. For a moment, he didn't realize what had happened, then he tried to move.
     
    "What the hell have you done?" At least he could still speak.
     
    "Paralysis from the neck down." She stared up at him and frowned. "I wonder if they make one that includes the head."
     
    "Fucking let me go, you malicious bitch."
     
    "Maybe later, if you're a good little kitty." She patted his cheek, and Zach growled.
     
    He could do absolutely nothing as she wriggled out from under him. Almost free, she rested her booted foot against his chest and pushed hard.
     
    He rolled onto the floor on his back and lay staring up at the ceiling. Scrambling to her feet, she brushed the dust from her clothes and came to stand over him.
     
    "Oh," she said, staring at his body. Zach peered down. He had the most enormous erection, and she was studying it as though it were some strange anomaly. For a moment, he was sure she was going to reach down and touch him and he twitched, despite the paralysis.
     
    "Do you think it's stuck like that until I let you go?" she asked. "My, such interesting possibilities."
     
    Zach didn't answer, just glared his fury at her.
     
    "No, look, it's wilting already." She sighed. "What a pity."
     
    He ground his teeth.
     
    "Right then, I'll be off. Got a rendezvous to make, you know."
     
    She stood in the doorway for a moment, waggled her fingers, and she was gone.
     
    "Come back here, you bitch. Let me go!"
     
     
     
    Zach lay on the floor, staring at the closed door. There wasn't a lot else he could do. He tried to tell himself she wouldn't leave him like this. After all, she'd kissed him. Well, she'd kissed him back, at any rate. A woman didn't kiss a man and then do something like this. No, she was simply making a point, flexing her muscles.
     
    She would be back in a few minutes. He closed his eyes and waited.
     
    Nothing happened.
     
    He opened his eyes and attempted to move, but apart from raising his head a few inches from the floor he was totally paralyzed. "Bitch."
     
    He supposed he couldn't blame her entirely for the mess his life was in. But he could try. His whole existence had taken a downward turn after she stole his ship. From hero to village idiot in one quick move. Who the hell lost a