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Gerard stepped into the transport, not waiting for the visiting doctor to go first. He wasn’t really angry at her so much as he was irritated with himself. He didn’t know what came over him—grabbing and kissing the visiting dignitary like that in front of Central Hospital where anyone traveling by could see. It didn’t matter that the streets were mostly vacant this time of day.
He’d wanted her from the first moment and his desires had only grown. When she took his hand, he’d just reacted—without reason or sense. He’d meant the kiss to be short, but she’d responded to him. Her lips had parted. Her body had pressed, so warm and soft and feminine. She smelled exotically sweet, like the celebratory desserts his grandmother used to sneak him before the full enforcement of medical contraband laws. She had wanted him, if only for the briefest of moments.
Cecilia was slower to enter, but she did, taking a seat across from him. She pointedly looked everywhere but at his face, pretending to study the inside of the transport as he pressed a button to activate it. The coordinates had already been entered. Since the address was typed into the transport’s computer, the occupants were free to enjoy the ride—no driver needed. It only took a few seconds for the door to slide shut and for them to be on their way. The vehicle moved soundlessly, hovering above the ground as it sped along Asclepius’s self-navigating streets.
“You might want to get comfortable for the journey,” Gerard instructed, stretching out his legs and shutting his eyes.
“Do all your cities look like this one?” Cecilia asked. When he opened an eye he found her staring out of the window. “Everything seems very orderly and quiet.”
“No. Not all cities.”
“Is it true everyone here works for the central hospital government in some capacity? How do you feed everyone if you all work for the hospital?” She turned her attention to him. “Don’t you need farmers? Laborers?”
“Biologists provide sustenance with enhanced properties,” he answered. “Agricultural doctors deal with plant production and nutrient compounds.”
“What about the crime rate? It seems quiet here. Our streets are very busy at all hours, though crime is low due to the anti-chaos laws. Do you have a way of tracking your citizens? Is that a function of the wall monitors?”
“You have a lot of questions and there will be plenty of time to answer them all. Are you nervous?” Gerard didn’t move. “Is that why you are speaking so fast?”
Light smoke began to filter into the transport. It would help them to sleep for the ride. Cecilia coughed, covering her mouth. His limbs felt heavy as the drug filled his lungs. Her wide eyes turned toward him and her mouth opened in panic but she slumped over on her seat. Darkness crept over his vision and he let sleep take him.
Chapter Three
Waves lapped against an unseen shore, creating a constant, tranquil rhythm. Cecilia yawned, stretching in her seat. For a moment, she blinked heavily, forgetting where she was. Nothing looked familiar. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she yawned again.
New plane. Work. Dr. Gerard Fauchet.
Her attention turned sharply to the man sleeping in the seat across from her. He appeared completely relaxed, breathing evenly. She looked out the transport windows, finding nothing but an expanse of wilderness on one side and ocean on the other. They weren’t traveling very fast and the unit even halted a few times, rocking the occupants. She looked out the window toward a large expanse of forest. The thick trees were so dense she couldn’t see deep into the forest. Wind stirred the purplish foliage littering the unmarred forest floor. There were no paths, only dense underbrush. On the other side, a beach led toward an ocean. The sand was perfectly rippled by nature, unmarked by human feet. They were away from civilization. The transport stopped moving. She held her breath, waiting.
“Dr. Fauchet?” she whispered, reaching for his knee when the transport didn’t move. She shook him gently. “Dr. Fauchet? Can you wake up?” The transport turned in a circle. “I think something’s wrong with this vehicle. We’re, well, I don’t know where we are but we’re moving precariously.”
The vehicle jerked suddenly, tossing her forward into his lap. She braced her weight with her hands, managing to stop her fall before their bodies pressed tightly together. His knee wedged between her thighs. She breathed deeply, studying his face. He didn’t move. Her eyes moved to his mouth. He’d kissed her without permission. It was clear such things as filing consent forms weren’t needed on this plane, not like in New Order Society. What if she kissed him? Exhilarated by the privacy of the transport, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against him for the briefest of seconds.
Cecilia slowly pulled back, almost frightened by what she’d done. She quickly untangled their limbs and sat on the seat next to him. She tapped his cheek lightly, waiting to see if he knew of the liberties she’d just taken. “Dr. Fauchet? Gerard?”
He didn’t react.
Cecilia frowned and tapped him harder, worried something might really be wrong. Here she was acting on sexual instinct and he could have a medical issue. She felt for his pulse, holding his wrist as she pried open one of his eyes. The steady beat of his heart didn’t change and the vacant stare didn’t waver. She knew when someone was sedated. “Dr. Fauchet? Can you hear me?”
When he didn’t move, she let her hand rest against his face. He didn’t appear ill, just sleeping. The texture of his skin was stubbled lightly by beard growth. Her lips tingled and she wanted to kiss him again. His attraction to her had been clear, eloquently expressed in the pressure of his mouth and the tight push of his body. She remembered the outline of his arousal pressed against her stomach. Desire leapt up inside her, heating her belly and moistening her thighs. She wondered what he’d feel like against her, naked and strained.
This was not supposed to be happening. She was on assignment, a dignitary for her people. Spontaneously sexing up the first doctor she saw wasn’t very dignified. Yet, as she touched his cheek, she felt herself inching closer to him. She breathed deeply, noting the exotic scent of his flesh.
Cecilia closed her eyes, forcing control over her body. Sex was not the first thing she should be thinking about. She reached for her hair and pulled it loose, scratching nervously at her head. “You really need to wake up now.”
Fingering a hairpin, she grabbed his hand and poked it with the tip in an effort to stimulate a response. He moaned softly, the first sign of consciousness since she’d awoken. Heartened by the reaction, she poked him again, harder.
“Ow.” He jerked his hand from hers, blinking rapidly. “What are you doing?”
“There is something wrong. We’re—” The transport jerked, starting up again.
Gerard pushed up from his seat, looking out the window. “We’re only halfway there. Why did you rouse me? What are you doing awake?”
“I don’t know. I woke up and the transport had stopped. We’re in the middle of nowhere and I thought…” She looked helplessly at him. Now that he was awake the transport seemed really small. “I thought we were in trouble.”
“Splendid,” he drawled. “There isn’t enough of the sleeping agent to put us back out. We’ll be aware for the rest of the trip.” He studied his hand, examining the dot of blood on his skin. Then, as if deciding he’d live after such a tiny wound, he stretched his arms over his head.
“You say that as if you’ve never been on a trip.” She frowned. “How long is it until we get there? A day? Two?”
“I’ve been on several trips and have only been awake for a few of them.” He suppressed a yawn. “As for this one, we probably have a little over two hours left.”
She laughed. He looked troubled as he said it. “Hours? Unless that word has a much different meaning here than on my plane, I hardly think a few hours in a transport will do us harm.”
“Harm, no. Boredom, yes.” He closed his eyes, leaning his head back.
Cecilia realized she was still next to him on the seat, but didn’t move away. Instea
d, she adjusted her body to mimic his pose. “You didn’t find me so boring back at Central Hospital.”
“That was before you slapped me,” he answered. “You weren’t boring when you were kissing me.”
“You took liberties.”
“Yes.” He grinned. “I did and you enjoyed it.”
His expression was slightly infuriating and yet sexy at the same time. “I suppose we could talk about what is going to happen while I’m here.”
“We could. Or you could kiss me again.”
Cecilia felt his heat radiating down her side. She was very aware of where his sleeve brushed against hers. Her nerves seemed to stand on end, reaching for the next light contact. “You kissed me.”
Cecilia wasn’t sure what made her debate him, or even talk about it. Maybe it was the new plane, the isolation of the transport and surrounding location, the subtle scent of his flesh, the heat from his body, or maybe it was the unexplainable rush of attraction that seemed to seize hold of her to the core. Doubts filled her. What if people found out? What if he told the other doctors and they didn’t take her seriously? What if the tension knotting her stomach didn’t go away and she was left with a sick feeling and bad memories of her time in this other world?
“I assure you, Doctor, you’ll know when I kiss you.”
“Why? You’ll give me notice in writing?” he teased, not bothering to open his eyes.
Not knowing what exactly fueled her into action, Cecilia pushed up and leaned over him. He barely had time to look at her before she grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. A low moan of surprise escaped him, as if he’d only been bantering with her and was stunned by her actions. For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, slowly, a hand crept over her hips, testing the breadth of her resolve with that one touch.
“There are no, ah, recording devices of any kind in here, are there?” she asked when she pulled away, glancing around. Her lips tasted of him and she was breathing hard. She was in spontaneously unfamiliar territory but she didn’t want this moment of insanity to come back and haunt her later. “No one is watching or listening?”
“No one.” Gerard breathed just as hard. “Our trip is logged. If we do not arrive they will send help. If we need help before then we can trigger an alarm. There is an emergency medical kit on board, so you have nothing to worry about—”
Cecilia kissed him again, quieting his words. If they only had a few hours, she wanted to take full advantage of it.
“Otherwise, we are completely isolated,” he continued, as if not really paying attention to his words. His eyes roamed over her body.
“When we step out of this transport, this never happened,” Cecilia said. “Agreed?”
He met her eyes and hesitated before nodding once.
“Good.” This time Cecilia let her tongue slide slowly along the seam of his mouth. His hands ran along her back, exploring the line of stitching along her spine. She unfastened his long coat, pushing the material off his shoulders. The thin undershirt he wore molded to his chest. He looked to be in fine shape, but then everyone on this plane looked to be in fine shape—even that politician they called the Medical Supreme. Politicians on her plane tended to be a bit more on the gluttonous side. These people had to have some kind of easy fitness secret. If she discovered that little gem, Politician Shinclus would probably assign her to the highest medical councils. She’d have her pick of jobs.
Why was she thinking of Shinclus at a time like this?
Cecilia pulled back, feasting her eyes on the man before her.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She pulled her clothes off her shoulders and tugged the one-piece suit down around her hips before standing to finish undressing the rest of the way. Gerard followed her example, shrugging out of his coat. His undershirt was longer at each hip than at the stomach. He grabbed the sides and slowly peeled the material off his muscled chest.
The transport turned again before building speed. Trees blurred as they zipped past. Despite this, the ride became smooth and even as if the vehicle stood perfectly still.
Naked, she came over him, straddling his body. He still wore pants, but the unmistakable outline of his cock greeted her. It brushed against her pussy, causing a shiver of anticipation to run through her. Gerard caressed her arms, reaching upward to cup her face and pull her mouth back to his. At least kissing seemed to bring them both the same kind of pleasure. If she closed her eyes, this plane almost felt normal.
The smell of him was muskier than the sweet sanitized air. She leaned in, breathing deeply, enjoying it. Heat radiated from his body, centering down between her spread legs. A small fear crept into the back of her mind. What if he wasn’t built like the men she was used to? Curious, and a bit apprehensive, she brought herself more fully against his pants. He groaned. The thick arousal felt normal. Actually, it felt…
Cecilia rubbed more fully against it. The firm length stroked her clit. She’d been so tense. The pressure of this trip had been building inside her. Now that the travel was over and she was here, that tension came rolling out of her. Everything inside of her became primitive and instinctual. She wanted him on the basest of levels, a place beyond reason and logic. Her body ached, needing to be filled.
They didn’t speak, even as their lips pulled apart. He touched her everywhere his hands could reach. He kissed her neck, moaned into her chest.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, jerking his head back. Cecilia licked at his neck, tasting his flesh. He smelled so clean, yet very masculine. Beneath her, his thighs flexed. Gerard lifted from the seat and tugged the pants from his hips. She instantly reached between their bodies to examine him, to see if he was shaped as she knew men to be. This would be an awkward encounter if she found out he had hard spikes on his penis or some kind of abnormality. Pleased, she discovered the smooth length of his arousal filled her hand. She sighed heavily in relief.
Boldly, she stroked him, massaging the full length of his member. He adjusted his hips. The seats didn’t allow for the kind of exploration she wanted.
Cecilia lifted over him and angled his cock toward her. She paused. “We’re given birth control on my plane and my health checkup is clean.”
“You were scanned when you entered. I’m not worried.” He leaned toward the control panel. “I can show you my health scans. I’m—”
“I trust you.” She pushed down onto his lap. “You are all health obsessed.”
“Obsessed?” His handsome face captured her attention—the straight line of his nose, the firmness of his perfect mouth.
“Focused,” she amended, needing him too urgently to argue over word choice. Cecilia wanted him inside of her. Pushing down more, she slid fully onto his naked shaft and moaned as the thick length of his cock stretched her pussy. It had been so long since she’d been sexually gratified, and it had never felt like this.
Cecilia gasped and trembled, keeping him deep even as her legs strained. She moved over him and the pleasure outweighed the discomfort of their position. She needed this too badly.
Gripping her hips, he helped to control the rhythm. He whispered something, but she couldn’t make out the words. Her heart pounded heavily. She lifted and fell, pressing down hard and fast. In and out, in and out, they set a desperate rhythm. The transport turned, rocking her on top of him. The stimulation caused her to jerk. Gerard pressed her to the side, mimicking the movement. She jerked again, stiffening as he hit sweetly inside her pussy.
His feet braced the floor and he pressed up. She couldn’t fight it. Her release came in a hard, ungraceful, stiffening jerk of muscles. Even her toes curled. She couldn’t control her body. Gerard didn’t appear to notice as he too came, finding release deep inside of her.
When his hands slipped from her hips, she fell back onto her seat. The slick material stuck to her ass. For a long moment, she didn’t move, simply gasped for air.
* * *
Gerard’s entire body hummed with energy
. He hadn’t expected such a reaction from the woman. Sure, as a man, he had hoped something would happen between them. She was a very attractive specimen of femalekind, after all. What man wouldn’t want to fuck that?
But it was more than a simple attraction. He felt a connection to her. It burned deep inside of him. It was impossible to explain, especially after such a short time together. Perhaps it was her eyes. She tried so hard to look calm and controlled, but he had the impression it was all an act. The way she kissed him proved there was more to this woman than her anti-chaos regulations and rigid way of talking. The coldness she exuded when she arrived he could well attribute to nerves. Gerard had seen her monitor readings. Her heart had been hammering out of control.
He smiled at her, liking the way she lounged naked, unashamed of her form. Not that she had a reason to be. She was beautiful, by any plane’s standards. It was on his lips to tell her as much when she spoke first.
“You must emit some kind of pheromone,” Cecilia said, as reasoning slowly came back to her. “That is the only explanation for it.”
“The only?” he repeated, a little shocked by her tone. The cool dismissiveness of it didn’t match the passion of moments before. She reached for her clothes and started to dress. He pulled his pants up to cover his waist. “Yes. Pheromones are a natural part of attraction.” It was true, but it wasn’t what he wanted to say. What he felt in those moments of pleasure went well beyond simple pheromone attraction.
“You remember our agreement? No one knows of this. What just happened between us,” she gave him a pointed look, “never happened.”
He nodded, hurt by the matter-of-fact tone.
“I didn’t mean it like…” Cecilia hesitated.
The vulnerability was back in her eyes and she fought so hard to be in control. He felt a little sorry for her. It must be difficult trying to be so good all the time. Life on his plane was controlled, everyone was a doctor and followed protocols, but her world must be stringent if she was so terrified of anyone knowing they had sex.
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