Burning Up Flint
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to be careful not to flash Doc since she wasnt wearing underwear. Once she was perched on the edge of the bed she gasped as Flint gripped her hips. He placed her in front of him so she faced Doc.
Spread your legs now and straddle the table like I am. Flints voice was husky in her ear as he bent his head forward.
She started to spread her legs, feeling dread, knowing she was about to flash Doc her privates for sure.
She gasped as Flints hand suddenly slid around her waist and slid under her shirt to cup her mound. He kept his hand there, covering her sex as she spread her legs the way hed indicated.
His other hand reached for the shirt to tug it over her head. She held still, not fighting, though her cheeks burned from embarrassment since Doc was seeing her br**sts. If she fought Flint he might move and the men behind him would see her too. His large body was effective in blocking her from the room of cyborgs watching from the other side of the cargo bay. Flint curled around her more so his chest pressed against her back as he dropped the shirt at the end of the table. His other arm wrapped around her, hugging her chest so his arm pressed over her br**sts firmly, covering them. He then told the doctor, Proceed.
Doc chuckled. Nice. Exposed but covered. The man turned and reached for a scanning device. He flipped a switch and a monitor on the wall turned on. Mira watched as the doctor started at her head and ran the scanner down her body very slowly. She watched as she was sure Flint did as the doctor scanned every inch of her that was not being covered by Flint.
No devices but I need to check her backside.
Bend forward, Flint ordered, sliding his hand out from between her thighs as she leaned forward. His hands gripped her br**sts, cupping them in his large palms as she stretched out on the med bed on her stomach and lifted her chin to see the screen. The device ran over her back and paused at the fleshy part of her ass near her hip where she saw something round on the screen.
Shes got an identification chip but I dont think its got tracking abilities.
I dont have any chips. Mira frowned, staring at the round object on the screen. I mean, Id know if I had one, right?
The scanner was set aside and cool hands touched the top of her ass. Flints hands tightened on her br**sts. Why are you touching her?
Doc sighed. Is it all right that Im feeling how deep its embedded? The scar is old so they probably had her tagged as a baby. They usually dont do that unless the family is political or has money, making the chance of abduction high. It looks like someone thinks your woman is important.
Remove it, Flint ordered.
I cant at this angle since youre behind her. Shes going to have to bend over or lie flat on the table without you in the way for me to get to it.
Flint leaned over her and adjusted his hold so his arm was back across her br**sts. He gripped the shirt and held it in front of them. Put it on.
She snatched it from his fingers and put it back on, grateful to be dressed again. She tugged the shirt down, hiding her body, the material settling on her thighs as they both straightened. Flint released her and moved away, shoving her shirt down to her ass so it covered her completely. He jumped off the table and reached for her. She locked her thighs together as Flint lifted her and put her on her feet. He glanced at her and then the table before he moved her to the end of the med bed.
She was facing the room now, her gaze roaming the group of cyborgs staring at her, noticing that a few more had arrived so she counted again. Twenty-four cyborg men were in the room now. She backed up and bumped into Flint. He sighed heavily.
Ignore them.
She turned her head to stare up at him. Are you joking? Is that supposed to be funny?
Its unavoidable. His voice dropped to a whisper. They are curious because you are the only female on board and you are human. You are safe with me, Mira.
Cant you insist they leave?
Its an all-access part of the ship so they have
Spread your legs now and straddle the table like I am. Flints voice was husky in her ear as he bent his head forward.
She started to spread her legs, feeling dread, knowing she was about to flash Doc her privates for sure.
She gasped as Flints hand suddenly slid around her waist and slid under her shirt to cup her mound. He kept his hand there, covering her sex as she spread her legs the way hed indicated.
His other hand reached for the shirt to tug it over her head. She held still, not fighting, though her cheeks burned from embarrassment since Doc was seeing her br**sts. If she fought Flint he might move and the men behind him would see her too. His large body was effective in blocking her from the room of cyborgs watching from the other side of the cargo bay. Flint curled around her more so his chest pressed against her back as he dropped the shirt at the end of the table. His other arm wrapped around her, hugging her chest so his arm pressed over her br**sts firmly, covering them. He then told the doctor, Proceed.
Doc chuckled. Nice. Exposed but covered. The man turned and reached for a scanning device. He flipped a switch and a monitor on the wall turned on. Mira watched as the doctor started at her head and ran the scanner down her body very slowly. She watched as she was sure Flint did as the doctor scanned every inch of her that was not being covered by Flint.
No devices but I need to check her backside.
Bend forward, Flint ordered, sliding his hand out from between her thighs as she leaned forward. His hands gripped her br**sts, cupping them in his large palms as she stretched out on the med bed on her stomach and lifted her chin to see the screen. The device ran over her back and paused at the fleshy part of her ass near her hip where she saw something round on the screen.
Shes got an identification chip but I dont think its got tracking abilities.
I dont have any chips. Mira frowned, staring at the round object on the screen. I mean, Id know if I had one, right?
The scanner was set aside and cool hands touched the top of her ass. Flints hands tightened on her br**sts. Why are you touching her?
Doc sighed. Is it all right that Im feeling how deep its embedded? The scar is old so they probably had her tagged as a baby. They usually dont do that unless the family is political or has money, making the chance of abduction high. It looks like someone thinks your woman is important.
Remove it, Flint ordered.
I cant at this angle since youre behind her. Shes going to have to bend over or lie flat on the table without you in the way for me to get to it.
Flint leaned over her and adjusted his hold so his arm was back across her br**sts. He gripped the shirt and held it in front of them. Put it on.
She snatched it from his fingers and put it back on, grateful to be dressed again. She tugged the shirt down, hiding her body, the material settling on her thighs as they both straightened. Flint released her and moved away, shoving her shirt down to her ass so it covered her completely. He jumped off the table and reached for her. She locked her thighs together as Flint lifted her and put her on her feet. He glanced at her and then the table before he moved her to the end of the med bed.
She was facing the room now, her gaze roaming the group of cyborgs staring at her, noticing that a few more had arrived so she counted again. Twenty-four cyborg men were in the room now. She backed up and bumped into Flint. He sighed heavily.
Ignore them.
She turned her head to stare up at him. Are you joking? Is that supposed to be funny?
Its unavoidable. His voice dropped to a whisper. They are curious because you are the only female on board and you are human. You are safe with me, Mira.
Cant you insist they leave?
Its an all-access part of the ship so they have
