Aaron hooked an arm around her neck and dragged her to him. He crushed her lips to his as his hips bucked, shaking the whole bed.
From the sound of the moan he let loose, she realized he’d climaxed. As his body relaxed, Ford lifted his head. “Sorry to start without you, sweetie, but far be it for me to let a vacation morning woody go to waste.”
Aaron laughed as his eyes met Emi’s. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up.”
“Sorry I knocked you out last night. How’s the back feel?”
He sat up and gingerly twisted. “Better.” He glanced at the time. “Crap.” He climbed over her to get out of bed. “Sorry, sweetie. I need to run.”
“What?”
Caph also climbed out of bed. “It’s just one last meeting with the retrofit crew.”
She groaned and fell to the bed again. “What the hell? I thought you said you were done with that! This is supposed to be our vacation, helloooo!”
He and Caph had already hit the bathroom. “I know, babe, I’m sorry,” Aaron called out from the other room. “Last one, I promise. I thought of something else yesterday.”
“You so owe me!” she called out as she pulled a pillow over her head.
Ford’s soft chuckle only irritated her. She lifted the pillow and glared at him. “What?”
He rolled on top of her as they heard the shower start in the bathroom. “I get you all to myself this morning.”
“No offense, but I didn’t want you all to myself. I wanted all three of you, many loud and raunchy times.”
He kissed her. “Graymard gave us a couple extra days of R&R,” he said. “Because of the extra retrofits.” She let him pull her into his arms and snuggle her tightly against his chest. “I’m proud of you, baby girl. I knew you’d figure it out.”
“Is this going to be a moment?”
“Seriously, I am.”
“Don’t harsh my mellow, Ford.”
He made her look at him. Gone was his playful tone. “You’re a damn good doctor, and you have no idea how much we love you.”
She poked him in the shoulder. “Don’t you let them hold back secrets.”
“Never again, babe.” He laid back and closed his eyes. “Let’s snooze a little, go grab some grub, and hit the pool.”
She couldn’t argue with that. “Please tell me our next mission will be easier than this?”
He laughed. “Can’t be much worse.”
THE END
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