i. Jennifer was looking forward to returning to her own identity. Being the Countess was exhausting, as was warding off the doctor’s advances while simultaneously lusting over her own personal steward.
Sneaking around to be together wasn’t usual for them, so Jonathan’s late night visits to her cabin were illicit and delicious.
He would slip into bed with her, hands immediately finding her sleep-warmed skin and drawing her against him, cursing quietly to find her naked beneath the covers.
“Ease of access,” She murmured, smiling into his kiss.
“What’s your pleasure?” He panted, pushing her thighs wide and settling between.
“You.”
ii. It amazed Jonathan how many times he had been propositioned in his short employment on the ship. Lonely widows and wives, all seeking out his undivided attention. He would grin cheerily and attend to their various tasks, all the while craning his neck to catch a glimpse of his wife.
She sparkled on the arm of the doctor, and the man was lucky Jonathan didn’t actually intend to set him on fire.
Instead he settled between Jennifer’s thighs, inhaling deeply of her intoxicating scent before burying his mouth against her.
“Jesus,” Jennifer gasped from above, grinding herself against his lips.
