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This would likely be a short conversation.

“What do you want?” Her voice lilted in the way it did when she was teasing, trying to get him to talk more.

As usual, Jordan didn’t rise to the bait. “I want to stay here,” he said seriously, ignoring the tease and continuing to arrange her hair the way he wanted it.

She waited, holding her breath, and a little smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he felt the impatience build in her body. Eventually, she let out all the air she’d been holding in a long sigh.

“Why do you want to stay here?” she asked.

“You have to answer what you want to do first,” he said. Rather reasonably, he felt.

She squirmed on top of him. “I want to know why you want to stay here,” she said, finally, instead of answering the question. “I don’t know what I want, so knowing your reasons might help me make up my mind.”

After a moment of consideration, Jordan decided she had a point. If Trish didn’t know which she preferred, he might as well make his case. The hand not currently tangled in her hair stroked down her back to palm her ass. Besides, the faster they had this discussion, the sooner he could fuck her. And then he’d need to get back to work.

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Jordan was losing interest in the conversation, as Trish had expected from the moment he’d set her atop him.

He’d been feeling her up the entire time they’d been in the Wolf’s main room, and, even though his erection had dwindled on the walk between there and here, his cock was already returning to full mast beneath her, now. His hand kneaded her soft bottom absentmindedly, but that didn’t mean he was distracted. It just meant he wouldn’t fuck her yet.

Her pussy tingled in anticipation, her inner muscles clenching a little around her plug while her body readied itself for was coming.

She’d never considered herself particularly sexual, but Trish’s time with Jordan had shown her differently. Now, if she didn’t have sex at least once a day, she’d probably start feeling needy. Really needy.

“The colonies… it’s not going to be an easy life. They’re going to want family units. Kids. I don’t feel like scrabbling to make a life again. If we stay here, things will be easy. We can do whatever we want and relax. I’m not interested in kids for myself. Don’t know what kind of dad I’d make. But if you want them, we’ll figure something out.”

He paused but then shrugged, apparently out of words.

Trish chewed on the inside of her lip. The idea of a new planet and a new start was appealing. On the other hand, she had loved Rio. That would also be a new start, and one where Jordan had already set up everything they might need or want, which made it appealing. Even the room that Trish kept telling herself she didn’t want.

And… she hadn’t thought about kids.

Trish had never thought about children other than in a distant way. She’d neverdesiredthem. And now… maybe it was selfish, butsheliked being Jordan’s little girl. She liked being pampered and dressed and cared for. If they had children, how much of that would change? Never mind what kind of father Jordan would be—what kind of mother wouldshebe?

She and Jordan would be fine in Rio, but bringing a child into a possibly dying world…

Would the Wolf and his cronies be able to make the place habitable again? Trish had learned enough to know she wouldn’t bet against them, but, in this instance, she’d just as soon stay out of the betting, at all.

Jordan’s big hand patted her bottom like a little spank of encouragement.

“Don’t take too long to think, we can’t stay in here much longer.”

“What? Why not?” Trish pouted without thinking. She’d liked having Jordan to herself again, away from everyone else. Not just because she preferred less of an audience, but because he was focused elsewhere.

“Well, you can, if you want to look up your schoolwork, but I have to get back to work.”

Annoyed, Trish wriggled on top of him again, trying to push herself up and off rather than snuggling in, a little scowlfurrowing her forehead. She felt both disappointed and a bit mutinous because she felt silly for feeling disappointed.

“Why don’t you just go now, then? It’s not like we’re having an important conversation or anything.”

His hand on her bottom gripped and held her in place, and she pushed up on the palms of her hands, separating their upper bodies at least, and glared at him. Raising one eyebrow, he caught up her hair with his other hand, winding it about his fingers and using it to secure her in place. Despite her fit of pique, her body thrummed in response to his easy and immediate physical domination.

Icy, blue eyes pierced her, his gaze tinged with amusement, but also with something else. Something more predatory. More threatening. Trish froze, cautious, but the sassy, pouting, bratty side of her wasn’t ready to give in yet, either.

“I didn’t say I have to go now, just soon.”

“Might as well just go now, then,” she snapped back, jerking her head and trying to pull her hair free from his grip.