...The antiseptic smell of the hospital mixed with the recycled air of the space station to burn in her lungs as she drew a deep breath. From where she stood, she could look out the waiting room’s oversized view screens and see the Earth to the left of her. With a turn of her head, the moon came into sight.

Sighing, she pushed a swatch of hair behind her ear and wandered toward the moon side. They’d always known this was a possibility. BPG employees who worked deep space jobs were required to be cloned so their skill sets wouldn’t be lost to the company. But she and Chanvatey had never really expected it to be activated. And now she had to deal with it—a husband who wasn’t really her husband, but who expected to have a husband’s privileges. How much did it know about her? Was it really the same man as the Chanvatey of six years ago?

She rubbed the ring again. Six years ago. They’d still had a marriage then. A real marriage. Not the polite union they’d had before he left for deep space.

“Sunnai!”

Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound at the sound of the familiar voice. Turning back toward the elevators, she had only the briefest moment to assimilate that it was Tey before she was in his arms and his mouth was on hers, hot and hungry.

She tried to hold herself aloof, but she couldn’t. Her body remembered Tey’s touch, had craved it for so long. No matter that her mind said this wasn’t Tey, her body knew differently.

She melted against him, her arms slipping around his wiry frame.

His hands slid down her back to cup her buttocks, their heat burning through the thin material of her skirt. He pushed her tight against him and she felt his swelling cock move between them.

She opened her mouth in a moan of surrender and need and his tongue slipped in to rub roughly against hers.

Her panties were wet. The throbbing emptiness within her demanded to be filled. She thrust her pelvis against him. His fingers dug in her buttocks.

Laughter bubbled up as she ground herself against him. It felt so good to be wanted again. To want in return.

His knee wedged between her thighs, forcing her skirt up higher. She clenched her muscles and pushed against it in a futile effort to ease the ache inside her.