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Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy
Description: Domino is a bounty hunter on the trail of Jetstream, a super who can manipulate water in some extreme ways. Too bad he's also an assassin with a price on his head and she's just the woman to bring him in. Jetstream's latest target, Domino, is almost his. The question is once he catches her will he be able to let her go?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [50 KB]
Words: 9876
Reading time: 28-39 min.

Domino pressed the button on her sleeve to open the dock doors of her ship. She stomped on board. Rank sewer water squished from her boots with each step. The nasty sludge from the sluggo she'd just blasted covered her from head to toe in glowing green goop. Who knew the large slug-like creatures would burst like fucking balloons?

She'd been so careful in tracking that bastard Jetstream. Had him cornered on this little backwater underground world until he decided to slip through the sewer system. No amount of money was going to make her follow him down that shithole. If that sluggo hadn't charged her, she would have been nice and dry, off this nasty rock and on to another job. Let someone else do the fucking dirty work.

It took two seconds to engage autopilot and ten minutes to pull off all her gear and put it in a cleaning tube. She turned on the shower. Thank goodness for the new real water shower system she'd installed. The water would wash away this gunk and then be recycled and cleansed so she could use it again. The latest technology. Expensive technology.

No amount of money was worth wading through other people's feces.

The scalding water streamed down from four different spouts above her and washed her from front to back. Splash after splash sounded in the shower as the clumps fell from her hair and hit the floor. She shuddered as slime slithered down her back and over her hips with the water. Reaching up, she turned the dial in front of her to the soap setting, and the hot water turned into a sudsy warm stream. She scrubbed her hair, her arms and every inch of her body until she could no longer smell the monster's innards on her.

So what now? If she didn't complete this contract she'd find the next one paying way fucking less. Not to mention she didn't think she was going to find the Clone Federation so eager to do business with her. She couldn't afford to get on their bad side. Hell, no one could.

She switched the dial for the water to a muscle relaxing massage setting and sucked in a deep breath. The water soothed her tired, strained muscles. She didn't really need the water. She could have made do with the standard issue sanitizer that most vessels had, but she found her body liked the water, craved the sensation of droplets running down her skin.

She moaned as the water worked the muscles in her arms, her legs, her ass, her breasts ... wait a fucking minute. When had the water ever massaged her breasts like that? Before she could step out of the shower, she watched a stream of water reach up from the floor of the shower and rush right up to her pussy. It splashed against her hairless mound like a playful slap on her sex. The warm water pushed against her, opening her up until it rushed freely against her tight bud. It seemed to stroke up and down against her clit. Her entire body shook with need as her nerves tingled with the ecstasy just outside her grasp.

This isn't right. As the thought invaded her brain, she found herself impaled on an invisible cock. It rocked in and out of her at a dizzying speed. The muscles of her cunt grasped it. This isn't right. Her shower wasn't equipped with a water dildo. Water dildo? Her head immediately cleared.

Domino stepped away from the water and out of the almost rectangular glass closet. The instant she was no longer in the shower the automatic shut-off cut the water supply. She pulled in a shaky breath and saw the water collect, pool and form the outline of a man. Jetstream. "Bastard."

"We didn't even get to the good part yet." His deep voice sounded slightly distorted by the water, giving it a vibrating twang.

She closed her legs and her overactive hormones to the thoughts his words invoked. Damn it, if his voice got her juices flowing, she didn't know if she could handle any more from him. She grabbed a desina-towel and quickly wrapped it around herself. "Get the fuck out of my shower, you pervert." The fight to control the wobble in her voice was a hard won battle.

She tried not to look down at his cock when he materialized as a man in front of her. Once her eyes zeroed in on his erect semi-see-through penis, she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away. He laughed, breaking the spell his cock had cast on her.

"See something you like?" he taunted her.

Not on your life. What she'd like to do was to get the damn containment unit down here so she could end these tired games of cat and mouse. She took several small steps backward toward the door, never taking her eyes off him. She reached behind her, feeling for the palm pad. Although it was a long shot, she might be able to lock him in here until she came back with her stun gun and watertight prison cell.

Jetstream fell to a puddle in front of her. The water rushed along the floor at her feet. It parted at her toes and flowed around her only to reform behind her.

Shit. Hot skin pressed against her toweled body, heat seeping through as if they were standing skin to skin. His penis pressed into the top of her hip. She should be running, fighting, anything besides thinking about how good it would feel to have that cock sinking deep into her.

"You should be running." It took everything in her to keep her breathing even.

"I much prefer the position I'm in." He rocked against her, making his erection poke her in the back.

"Do you do this to all the bounty hunters who chase you?"

"You're the first female to get close enough to catch my attention," he whispered in her ear.

The bottom of her stomach twirled with an uneasy feeling. Enough of this. She was not about to be seduced by him. He was a means to an end. She raised her foot and kicked backward with enough strength to drive his nuts into his throat. Unfortunately, her foot sliced right through water.

He growled at her. "Cheap shot."

"It's not like you felt it." She needed to come up with a new tactic. Hand-to-hand combat with someone who could turn into water at will wasn't going to work. There had to be a way to catch him. She could seal the room, but most likely she'd pass out from lack of air, while he didn't. Being naked and at his mercy just wasn't an option.

"You know I'm going to kill you for this," Domino ground out through gritted teeth. If it ever got out that she'd lost her chance to capture Jetstream because of a little tongue action, she'd never get another contract.

"I know you'll try. But you need to catch me first." He bent down and took her earlobe in his mouth. His tongue snaked out and traced the outline of her lobe before he fell in a splash and was gone.

She whirled around just in time to see the puddle slip through what had to be a tiny gap between the floor and the door. Her hand struck the button on the side of the wall, the door whooshed open, and she ran after him. She left the towel in a heap on the floor as she raced to the control room. He was on this ship, so there was no way out. They'd just sit here in deep space until she found and captured him.

She flipped the switch to bring the engines to a stop. Just as her fingers hovered above the autopilot switch, alarms went off in the small room. Red lights flashed on and off.

"Escape pod has been released," the computer blared over the sirens.

That fucker had stolen her escape pod. Son of a bitch. Too bad for him this ship was equipped to trace the pod. She'd chase him down, and this time she was going to really kill him. The cost of a pod would severely eat into any profits from completing this contract.

Domino opened the communications to the escape pod. "I hope you know the pod has a tracker installed in the engine." Irritation boiled her blood. There was only a small amount of fuel in the pod, which meant this chase was going to end shortly. The next time they stood face-to-face she was going to enjoy wiping that fucking smile off his lips.