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Rated R
"We can't." Mumbled words against his lips as his hand rose to cover her breast. "Protocol."
"We can." He pulled her into the cradle of his thighs, pressing the ridge of his arousal against her belly.
"We can't, the crew..." A soft protest, but her hand was undoing his pants.
"We can." His thick fingers edged inside her panties.
"We can't, the ship..." Fainter still and her hand was feeling the length of him.
"We can. We are." He pushed into her with a firm thrust.
"We can. We do." She was gasping.
"Because we love each other, Kathryn."
"Yes."
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