...“Just make sure you’ve got the correct coordinates laid in this time, Foster.” Logan Forge, captain of the Vieux Carre, tossed the disk across the table to his navigator.

“Yes, Captain.” The navigator reached out, picked up the disk, and glared at his superior officer.

“There’s nothing like the smell of testosterone,” Jax murmured as he stood in the doorway, his hip leaning against the frame, his arms crossed across his chest, gazing from under his half-closed lids at the men seated around the table.

Five heads turned to face him. He let them take their time as he waited. Their gazes caressed his body, stopping for a moment to assess the slight outline of Jax’s package, in the skintight jumpsuit. The butt plug he still wore saw to it his dick stayed at least semi-hard. Hungry appreciation burned in most of their gazes.

Only the captain ignored Jax.

When they were done looking their fill, they turned back to the captain, and Jax strolled into the room, slid into a chair, crossed his legs, and leaned back.

“Councilor Jupiter, you’re late,” Forge barked out.

“As you know, you caught me in the shower, Captain,” Jax drawled. “I had to…finish.” He let the men draw whatever pictures they wanted in their minds.

Several of the men shifted in their seats. A few licked their lips. He could feel the testosterone rising, along with their cocks.

“Be that as it may, next time, you will make all due haste, Counselor.” Forge’s icy gray gaze held Jax’s green gaze in a tight grip. Raising his eyebrows just the slightest, Jax gave him a tight nod. The man is definitely a hard ass.

Forge continued, “Men, this is Counselor Jax Jupiter.” The captain pointed to each man as he introduced him to Jax. “Malvers, med-tech. Foster, navigator. LeBlanc, systems engineer. And Calvin’s our rookie.”

Jax nodded to each.

“Now, here’s the mission. We’re going to Hyperion to pick up a load of magnesium ore from the mines. It’s a hell of a long way there and back. The ship’s tight enough, so I recommend each of you take the time to adjust to the routine.” His eyes slid over to Jax and he cleared his throat. “And be sure to use the counselor as often as is needed. I’ve been assured Counselor Jupiter is an experienced professional.”

His face was unreadable, but Jax heard the derision in his voice. Obviously, he didn’t think much of Jax, his older age, or maybe counselors in general. Maybe he didn’t like redheads. Maybe he had a thing for much younger men.

Jax ran Forge’s dossier through his mind, but it had been scarce reading. Forge, forty-two, was a declared homosexual with no sexual preferences stated at all. He’d sounded pretty vanilla to Jax.

Must be me. Damn. If he had to fight Forge for the next six months, it was going to make this job very dreary indeed.

“May I address the crew, Captain Forge?” Jax gave him a brief smile.

“Sure.” He held his hand out to the crew.

Jax stood. Their gazes lingered at his crotch, then rose to his face.

Good. I have their attention.

“Here are my rules. One.” He held up a finger. “No one comes to my office without an appointment. Two. No one comes to my personal quarters. Period. Three. No more than two appointments in one seven-day cycle, according to company rules. No exceptions unless the captain orders it. Four. When I say stop I mean stop. Anyone who violates that rule will be suspended from the program for three weeks and have to spend your time jerking off in sick-bay. Do I make myself clear?”