<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : Hanger Deck with Ansem Hyral</strong></div><br/>It was his voice more than his words that had her shivering in excitement.  This man spelled trouble, a little something she didn't need.  But she couldn't help imagining his body below hers while her legs straddled his hips.  She looked up into his face not realizing until it was too late that he had lead her into a darker slightly obscured area of the deck.  The strong pull of his hands had her brought abruptly against his body, her breasts pressed hard between them, her thighs touching his covered ones.<br/><br/>Biting her lip to keep a moan from escaping, the smooth yet stiff feel of his covered hands sparking a delicious reaction in her body. Her eyes drop slightly in lust, her mouth curved up wickedly at the sight of what he had just pulled out.  Before he could say anything else, she allowed her lips to ghost over his before pushing him away.<br/><br/>"If you share yours, I'll share mine."