The spray from the shower fell over my sensitive body, making it feel like there were several hands touching me at once. The only hands that truly mattered were Noah’s. One hand up in my hair, scrunching it. The other under my butt cheek, a finger pressed into my arse. His eyelids drooped as he lazily - or tiredly- rocked into me. The gel wall of the shower stall moved with us, offering resistance when needed and much-needed comfort when my back started to hurt.

It was disconcerting, in a detached kind of way, to know even now that Vela was with us. I had to make a concerted effort to push those thoughts from my mind and allow Noah to take me away. I needed to separate myself from our troubles. And if Noah’s hunger and insatiable appetite for my body was any indication, he needed this break from reality also.

Which begged the question, was this real?

“Stay with me, Chief,” he said, rocking steadily. “I promise this is the last time. I seriously doubt I could get anything up after this round.”

I snorted. He’d said that two rounds ago. Once on the floor of his ready room. And then again as he took me from behind on top of his bunk. The man was a demon in bed. Typical. I wondered if every staid Englishman I’d ever met had an alter ego behind closed doors.

And then he pushed a second finger into my arse, and I forgot about what I was thinking.

“You dirty girl, you like that, don’t you?” he murmured, kissing his way up my neck.

I gripped his shoulders and tried to come up with a reply that would wipe the smirk off his lips.

“Do you want something bigger in there, Chief?” he asked.

I shook my head. I liked him exactly where he was, thank you very much.

“We’ll save that for later, then,” he whispered, surging forward with his cock.

“You won’t be able to get it up,” I rasped.

“Probably not,” he agreed, panting for breath. “I have a vision of my depleted body flaked out on my bed looking rather like a wet noodle because you used me all up.”

I huffed out a laugh just as he swirled his hips, the sound getting swallowed by a moan instead.

“That’s it, Chief,” he urged. “Let me hear what I do to you.”

He hadn’t stopped calling me ‘Chief.’ I thought it might be payback for my fondling his captain’s bars. For insisting he fuck me that first time while still dressed in his uniform. It had been my every fantasy brought to life. To have the man who’d at first appeared so very proper when I’d met him, come undone while buried deep inside my body, still wearing his rank insignia.

I arched my back. The gel wall softened, accommodating me. Noah grunted as he picked up the pace. His fingers working my body as surely as his cock did.

A thumb swept over my clit, his arm between us, working me over, making me whimper, stretching the rubber band until I was certain it would snap.

“Come on, Chief, give it to me,” he growled.

I knew what he wanted. It was kinky and dirty and so very wrong. And yet I couldn’t deny this man a thing. Would never be able to again. He ruled my body. He controlled my release. And he made me want to break the rules right along with him.

“You have to work for it,” I gasped as he rocked into me.

“This is me working,” he said, a little desperately. And then he pinched my clit and sucked on my nipple and worked his fingers farther into me.

I felt invaded. Conquered. Completely surrounded by him. I felt safe. Nothing else existed but his touch, his body, his demands. The way he made me feel.

I tried to deny him for as long as I could, but the orgasm was so close to the surface, and my body felt stretched to its limit, and I knew at any second I’d shatter, and I wanted - no needed - him to catch me.

“Give it to me, Camille,” he said.

I let out a low moan and then whispered, “Captain.”

“That’s it, Chief.” A rock of his hips. A thrust of his fingers. “That’s it. Now dirty it up for me.”

Ah, merde! “Captain,” I said, licking my lips. He growled. Rocked into me. Stretched me. “Captain.”

“What do you need?” he gasped against my neck, his body steadily rocking.

I had no idea how he had such stamina, but I felt myself tipping precariously over that edge, and if I let go without saying the words, I knew I’d regret it.

Part of me wanted to please him. He was my captain; I’d sought his approval right from the beginning. But part of me knew it would make him crazy; he’d been pushing for the words right from the beginning.

It wasn’t so much giving up control as taking it. And he let me.

“Captain,” I said, looking deep into his lust-filled eyes, “make me come.”

“Fuck, Chief,” he murmured, holding me steady, stilling his movements, denying me that which I wanted the most.

And then he lifted me up off the wall; away from Vela, I thought distractedly. Just him, holding me aloft, somehow finding the strength to keep me for himself and no other. And then he let himself go. Let his body consume me. Took me to the edge and followed me over.

I screamed my release, the shower water splashing down on my upturned face; Noah’s hoarse cry as he came muffled against my breasts. His cock throbbed inside me as his fingers withdrew from my rear, sending me into another spiral all over again.

When I came back to my senses, we were wrapped up in wet sheets on his bed, and I was wrapped up in his body. My entire frame felt sated, but also wrung out and limp. As if he’d used me hard and put me away wet, which he had. I smiled. Even that hurt a little.

Noah groaned, pulling me closer, resting his chin on my shoulder, his chest to my back.

“You are such a demanding woman,” he muttered against my damp skin.

“I’m demanding?” I whispered hoarsely back. All that screaming had made my throat sore. Even that made me want to grin like the Cheshire Cat.

“You’re the one who tempts me with your too sexy curves,” he muttered. “I am but a simple man who lacks the fortitude to fight your allure.”

“What a load of…”

His hand wrapped around my breast and his - how the hell did that happen? - hard length pressed into my back.

“You were saying?” he said.

I snorted. “You had better put that thing away if you know what’s good for you,” I playfully snapped.

He laughed. The sound more carefree than I had ever heard Captain Noah Vaughan be.

“At ease, Commander,” he said softly. “I’m well and truly wrecked. You’ve wrecked me.”

“I think that was what we were arguing about, sir. The blame is entirely yours and yours alone.”

“I’ll gladly lay claim to it,” he offered. “As I have laid claim to you, Camille Rey.”

I tried not to react to that, but my body had already stilled, my heart missing several beats.

“You don’t like that idea?” he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

“I like it a little too much,” I admitted.

He stroked a hand down my arm and then laced his fingers with mine.

“That’s good,” he whispered. “Because I have no intention of giving you up. Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear, Captain.”

“Ah, hell, Camille. Now you’ve gone and done it. I have to have my dirty way with you all over again.”

“No!” I cried, just as he started tickling me.

“Now, where shall I dirty you up. Here?”

I giggled as he tickled me in one spot and then moved on to somewhere else.

“How about here?” he said as I tried to catch my breath but failed.

“Stop!” I managed to hiss out between laughter. “Please!” I begged.

“Oh, begging is it? You know how that turns me on.”

“Noah,” I said, laughing, my sides aching, his fingers relentlessly tickling me into submission.

“You know what you have to do, Chief,” he said, reasonably. Cheerfully.

“Never!”

“Where’s the respect?” he grumbled, starting to laugh too now. “That’s no way to speak to your superior officer.”

And then my hand found his erection, and he sucked in a breath of air.

“If this is your argument, Chief,” he said, sounding strained, “you should know it’s a bad one.”

“Is it?” I said, and ducked my head under the sheets, kissing my way towards the recalcitrant part of his anatomy. “I believe I need to teach you a lesson,” I offered, my words muffled against his skin as I said them.

He rolled onto his back, spread his legs, placed his hands behind his head, and said, “Teach away, Chief. Teach away.”