Page 29 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

The front door opens with a soft click. Cool night air kisses my bare legs as I slip outside.

The sleek black limo idles at the curb, its engine purring. My heart races - this is really happening.

I'm surprised he didn't come and pick me up in a flying saucer," I say as I approach the limo. The driver doesn't come out to open the door for me, which is unusual.

Just as I reach for the door, it swings open. Varak grabs me around the waist and yanks me into the back of the limo.

"Varak, what are you--"

My yelp of surprise is smothered by a deep, hard kiss. He pins me down beneath him, his hands gripping my waist. The intensity of his touch, combined with the anticipation that's been building all day, is too much. My body responds instantly, heat coursing through me.

I scream into his mouth as the pent-up desire erupts, a wave of pleasure crashing over me. It's unexpected, overwhelming, and utterly consuming. My fingers clutch at his shoulders, holding onto him as if he's the only thing keeping me grounded.

Varak's grip on me tightens, his kiss becoming more insistent, more demanding. It's as if he's trying to draw out every last bit of pleasure from me, to consume me completely. And in this moment, I'm more than willing to let him.

The limo's interior is dimly lit, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the tinted windows. The scent of leather and a faint, unfamiliar spice fill the air, adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations.

As the wave of pleasure begins to ebb, I pull back slightly, gasping for breath. Varak's golden eyes, now visible without the holographic disguise, stare down at me with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"Aileen," he murmurs. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this."

I can't help but smile, a mix of satisfaction and excitement coursing through me. "I think I have some idea," I reply.

The limo starts to move, the city lights blurring past the windows. But in this moment, all that matters is the man—the alien—above me, and the promise of what's to come.

"Tonight, we have dinner atop my building," Varak says. "Dinner beneath the stars, whose beauty can only hope to glow half as brightly as your own."

I squirm excitedly in my seat. Varak smiles, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners.

"I will tell you everything. Lay all my secrets bare, because my heart is yours, Aileen of Earth." He kisses my hand, his lips warm and soft. He holds it tenderly, as if it's something precious. My heart melts like the mozzarella on our signature pizza.

"Oh, Charles—" I sigh, my voice barely a whisper.

"Varak, actually," he corrects me, a playful smirk on his lips. "And I hope you don't think I didn't notice that you came before I told you to, Aileen. I'm still trying to settle on your punishment."

I cry out, a mix of excitement and frustration, gripping the leather seat beneath me tightly. "You can't blame a girl for getting carried away," I protest, my voice laced with a coy smile.

"Oh, I can and I will," Varak replies. "You disobeyed a direct order, Aileen. That deserves punishment."

I groan, shifting in my seat as the heat builds between my legs.

"I think you're going to have to punish me twice now," I say, my voice laced with defiance.

Varak's eyes flash with amusement and desire. "Is that so?" he says, his voice a low rumble. "Well, I do aim to please."

The limo glides through the city streets, the lights blurring past the windows. The anticipation of what's to come drives mewild, making my heart race. Whatever punishment Varak has in store for me, I'm ready. Bring it on.

CHAPTER 10

VARAK

The city lights sparkle below us as I guide Aileen to the rooftop table. Her breath catches at the sight of Chicago spread out beneath a velvet sky.

"This is beautiful." She runs her fingers along the crystal stemware.

I pour the wine, a vintage I selected after noticing her preferences at our first dinner. "You deserve beautiful things."

"So tell me about yourself. The real you." Her green eyes catch the candlelight.

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