1.
It's cold in vipers. So sue him. And despite the insulated flight suit, he still gets a bit chilled. He can't control his body's natural instincts, no matter how much he would like to.
2.
She's gorgeous. And beautiful. And spunky. And snarky. And maddening. She also happens to be naked and dripping wet…and sometimes he just forgets about all the shit that should make him hate her.
3.
He loves his wife. Truly. Deeply. Perhaps not madly, and maybe that's the problem. But she's great. She's smart and commanding and gorgeous. And more than anything he wishes she was the one he saw behind his eyes while her hand drifts across his chest.
4.
What they are doing is so very, very wrong. It's in public. It's immoral. It's profane. It's also entirely intoxicating. Pushing her against the side of the ship, slamming his body against hers. He wishes it would never end.
5.
He tries to explain. That he can't leave his wife, he just can't do it. Even if she is ready, even if she can leave her husband. He's had a crisis of conscience, he supposes. She glares at him, and his nerves are on edge, his body tensing with anticipation of something. He thinks he sees the ghosting of tears in her eyes. But before he can tell he's flat on his ass, his left cheekbone aching from her fist colliding with it.