Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 5

Quinn

There are a few distinct changes to the office. The desk is pushed a foot closer to the wall, and the pile of datapads on top of it have been replaced with a glass bottle of sparkly violet liquid and two glasses. The empty space on the floor now has a thin mattress taking up the space, with a pillow and folded blanket in the center.

Heat floods my body. Why do I suddenly feel like an animal come here to be rutted and bred? Swallowing my pounding heart back down, I watch the commander stride in and go to his desk. He pours a full glass of the shimmery violet drink and holds it out for me with a gloved hand.

"Liquid courage." His modulated voice is hard and makes me wonder what his real voice would sound like.

I snatch it gratefully and take a tentative sip. Sweetspice and citrus warm my throat. I glance at the desk again and see that the other glass has a residue of shimmer around the bottom. He had some too. I drink half it in one go, hoping to be buzzed before he puts his hands on me.

My lips loosen immediately. Not because the warm alcohol has reached my blood yet, but because he's clearly nervous enough to think that I might be too. My gaze briefly darts to the mattress on the floor. "You're not trying to secretly sire an heir, are you?"

He leans against the desk and crosses his big arms over his big chest. "Did you even read the contract?"

"I know it said there would be no chance. And that you looked at my medical records, and that-"

"That's public information to me."

I huff. "Shouldn't I be entitled to yours then?"

He pauses, then sighs and unfolds his arms. I take another drink of alcohol and watch him walk around the desk and open a drawer. He pulls out a datapad and types for a minute before handing it to me across the desk.

I stare down at his most recent comprehensive exam. 6 foot 2, 214 pounds, perfect blood pressure, no genetic conditions, fairly new birth control implant, microbiome and immune system at a high. A perfect specimen. But it's his name I stare at. Kylo Ren. His name is Kylo. I silently hand the datapad back and finish my drink.

"I take it you're staying?" He speaks casually as he walks behind me to the blastdoor.

The lights dim to a low, warm glow, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Warmth fills me. From the alcohol a little, but mostly from the idea that he's standing at my back in a dim room with the idea of sex lingering in the air.

"Yes." I put the glass down and turn to face him. It's easier to look into the dark visor with the lights turned down. I need his thumb on my clit again, that much I'm now sure of.

"Then take my gloves off."

He reaches both hands out toward me. Silently, I grab one forearm and pinch the fingertips of his glove to loosen it. And I let myself run my fingers over his hand, and turn his wrist as I pull the glove free. His skin is warm and smooth. I do the same to the other hand and find myself breathing too heavily by the time I toss his gloves onto the desk. This isn't any kind of foreplay I've ever done, but it's undeniably hot. I slowly expose his pale skin and touch as much as I can.

"For being so nervous, you sure act like you want it." He steps forward and lets his bare hand graze up my arm over my uniform.

A breathy laugh shakes my chest. "I don't think anyone as powerful as you could understand fear of the unknown, but..."

He grabs my belt and yanks it off, unbalancing me a little. "Even the most powerful being in the galaxy is not omniscient."

"If they were, they wouldn't tell anyone." I watch his lifeless mask as he puts his hands on the collar of my jacket and unzips it. Goosebumps flow down my arms in waves as he exposes my undershirt.