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I nod, biting my trembling bottom lip. Kane is being so gentle with me, so tender. His muscles are rippling with wild power, but he's holding it for me.

Another pulse of desire courses through my muscles and my pussy churns around Kane's bare shaft. We haven't even really started yet, and my skin is already beaded with sweat. Kane kisses my face, my lips, my neck.

“Kane, I'm so horny,” I whisper. "God, I'm so horny I can't take it anymore."

He starts to move inside me. Long, sliding strokes smeared by my thick, creamy excretions.

I perceive voices speaking on the periphery of my senses.

"Doctor, if you don't mind, I would like to be excused."

I suddenly remember that we are not alone here. The overwhelming sensations of Kane's body - the warmth of his soft skin, his comforting masculine scent - made me temporarily forget that we have an audience in the control booth.

My body floods with renewed shame when I turn my head and see Frostgrave and Hines watching from the cockpit.

"Absurd."