Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 133

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Margaret let out a disbelieving laugh. “So I’m your round-the-clock personal bodyguard now?”

“You could put it that way.” Baar held her gaze, the exhaustion still visible on his face. “Unless you’d rather watch me detonate right here and take half the station with me?”

She couldn’t argue with that. The logic was bulletproof. She didn’t exactly want to get blown to pieces along with the base while she was dead asleep either.

Primo’s perky synthetic voice piped up in her head. “Host! The System Mall just added the Deluxe Interstellar Pepper Spray-only 998 points! A bargain you can’t pass up! One spritz and even an SSS-class male drops straight to sleep! Want me to grab a can?”

“Get lost, Margaret snapped internall

“On it!” Primo disappeared just as fast.

The rooms on base weren’t big. Even the commander’s quarters had nothing more than a bed, a desk, and a single armchair. Sleeping on the floor wasn’t an option.

Baar watched her fall silent, then turned toward the bathroom. “I’m showering again.”

Water hissed behind frosted glass. Margaret stared at the fog creeping across the panel and scrolled idly through her Holo-bracelet, distracted.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out.

Margaret glanced up on instinct and her breath caught.

Baar stood there with nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips. Droplets ran down the rigid lines of his chest, over his abs, and vanished under the towel’s edge.

She let her eyes roam over him.

Damn. If he worked on Earth, he’d be the biggest draw at any club.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but doesn’t society take the modesty codes for males pretty seriously these days?” She looked him up and down, her tone laced with mischief. “Commander Iverson, standing here half-naked in front of a female-wouldn’t that count as a serious breach of male propriety?”

Baar reached for a towel and ran it through his hair, unhurried.

“Those rules are for low-ranking males.” His voice stayed low. “Females have the right to seek superior genetics, so naturally they’ll hold males to certain standards. But I’m SSS-class. And-”

He paused mid-motion and looked down at her. “We’re married. In my own bedroom, I don’t have to observe those formalities,”

He walked toward the bed as he spoke.

If yo

“I’m changing.” He tilted his head, a thread of amusement flickering in his eyes. “If you’d like to keep staring at my chest, don’t let me stop you.”

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“Who’s staring?” Margaret shot back on instinct, but her eyes stayed right where they were. “Didn’t you just say we’re married? Married couples are supposed to be open with each other. What’s with the towel?”

Baar stopped. His golden irises narrowed slightly.

“You’re right.”

He hooked his fingers along the edge of the towel and yanked.

“Shit!” Margaret slapped both hands over her eyes-then let her fingers part just enough for a sliver of vision.

Oh my god, he actually did it! Does this man have no shame?!

The image she’d braced for didn’t come.

The towel dropped. Baar was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs underneath. The fabric clung tight, outlining the thick bulge beneath,

Margaret lowered her hands. She stared at the briefs. The silence stretched,

“Disappointed?” Baar picked up a lounge robe from beside the bed and slipped it on, a hint of laughter threading through his voice.

Margaret cursed under her breath, rolled over, and yanked the blanket up around herself like a cocoon.

Baar switched off the main light, leaving only a dim wall lamp glowing.

The mattress dipped. He lay down.

A clear gap of space stretched between them. Neither spoke.

The room was silent except for their breathing. Margaret kept her eyes shut, but her mind wouldn’t still. Her thoughts flipped between the charred hole in Kiran’s forehead and Baar’s gold eyes, empty of all

reason

She tossed and turned. Sleep wasn’t coming.

Just as she moved to flip onto her other side, an arm locked around her waist.

One sharp yank dragged her back-blanket and all-until her back hit the solid, warm wall of his chest.

Margaret went rigid. The arm banded around her waist held fast. There was no breaking free.

“Baar,” she ground out. “What are you doing?”

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