I make a sympathetic noise in my throat as I stride forward. "My poor, poor husband. Buried in paperwork."
He groans, turning his chair when I approach. The moment I'm close enough to grab, he hauls me forward and buries his face between my breasts. "Fuel requisitions," he grumbles. "Weapons cartridges. Bounty collections on the crews we've turned in. Bribes to Bist and the scrappers and I swear to kef, everyone has their hand out."
I slide my leg over his lap and then hop backward, seating myself on the edge of his desk. "So tell them all to fuck off?" God, he looks good today. After I made a few comments about how I wanted to admire his form, he's stopped wearing the heavy robes and opted for something more form fitting. Today he's wearing all black like I am, but his tunic is form-fitting, with a thick cowl of fabric pooled around his neck. The cowl is embroidered with deep gray symbols of his house. It's a compromise, and one that shows off his fantastic arms and massive shoulders. Just thinking about his body makes me squirm with arousal. "Who's bothering you? I'll handle it."
"It's nothing. The crew deserves the credits we make from scrapping what the bounty hunters leave." He tugs me forward, pulling my legs around him. "Just because I'm annoyed with things doesn't mean I should short them. We've made a tidy sum from the ships we've collected, and it should make the men happy."
"So responsible," I murmur, stroking his cheek. "You know what you need?"
"To lick your cunt?" he asks hopefully.
I chuckle, but his words make me squirm. "Maybe later. I was thinking a nice walk on the beach so you can relax." And so I can tell him about the comm in private, when he's feeling loose and not so stressed. "This can all wait a bit, can't it?"
"I do like to see your tan lines," he admits, tugging at the front of my jumpsuit. It's a one-piece job in black that I like to wear around the ship more than the fussy dresses he bought for me. The auto-fastener slides down my breasts, exposing them to his gaze and he sighs with contentment. "Look at your beautiful skin."
It's clear that my husband isn't all that interested in the beach after all. "You're rather horny this afternoon."
"Mmm." He taps the auto-fastener when it pauses at my waist, sending it skimming farther down. It slithers down the seam in my leg and my clothes spill down my body, leaving me as unwrapped as a Christmas present on Boxing Day. I wriggle atop his desk. This is something we've done several times before—every time I come into his office, he likes to push me onto a piece of furniture so we can fuck. For a man that was a virgin up until a few months ago, he's got an intense libido. We have sex every night, and most mornings I wake up to his mouth on my skin and his hand between my thighs. It's like he's making up for lost time, and if he wasn't so damn good at touching me, I might complain.
As it is, I just consider myself the luckiest girl in the universe.
Straik brushes aside my undone clothing, exposing my pussy. I've gotten used to wearing nothing under my jumper, mostly because I love my husband's expression when he exposes me. "I've missed this," he groans, pushing me backward onto his desk and raising my hips into the air. "Missed this so much."
I chuckle, hooking my thighs over his shoulders as he guides me toward his mouth. "It's been all of a few hours, baby. We had sex this morning."
"Far too long for me to neglect this cunt," he agrees. "It's shameful how it's treated."
I shiver with delicious anticipation. "Baby, I came in here to tell you something."
"And I'm going to listen. Right after I lick you up one side and down the other."
"Straik," I pant, sinking my fingers into his thick hair. It's growing back, and I don't know if I like the shaved look better or when it's long. I've gotten used to the feel of the stubble on his head, and how his short hair makes his cheekbones so pronounced. "I'm supposed to tell you something. That's why I came in here."
His tongue brushes over the seam of my pussy. "You were going to tell me how needy you are? How much this cunt needs to be licked?"
"Comm," I manage, just as his tongue brushes over my clit and my hips arch.
That makes his head lift, and I could cry because he stops. "A comm? About the Star?"
"It's a private one. Don't know what it's about. It's from House Rin."
He stiffens, hatred crossing his face. "My mother?"
"I don't know. I didn't listen to it. I almost deleted it." I brush my fingers over his cheek. "I still can, you know."