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“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs. His golden eyes lock on mine, and I can’t look away. “Being tied up. Helpless. At my mercy.”

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. My heart thrums in my ears, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. This is it—this is the fantasy I’ve played out in my head a thousand times, only better because it’s real. Because it’s him.

He doesn’t waste time. His hands slide down my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake, and then he’s positioning himself between my legs. I feel the thick head of his cock press against me, and I whimper, my hips lifting off the bed in silent plea. He chuckles, a low, dark sound, and then he’s pushing inside, slow and deliberate, until he’s buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets. He’s so big, so impossibly big, and it’s all I can do to hold on as he starts to move. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

“That’s it,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips as he drives into me. “Take it. Take all of it.”

I’m already close, so close, and when he pulls the blindfold back over my eyes, the darkness only heightens the sensation. My world narrows to the feel of him inside me, the sound of his breathing, the way his body moves against mine. And then his hand is over my mouth, muffling my cries as the first orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.

I’m still trembling when the second one starts to build, his thrusts relentless, each one pushing me higher and higher. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure, and when the third one hits, I’m screaming into his hand, my body convulsing around him.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, and I’m lost in the sensation, my mind blank except for the feel of him, the sound of his voice, the way he’s claiming me, body and soul.

His lips brush my ear, sending. "This is only the beginning, Tyler. Only the start of your journey. I am so privileged to accompany you."

The words catch in my throat. All those romance novels hidden under my bed, the secret fantasies I'd never dared voice - he's made them real. But doubt creeps in, that old familiar friend. "You don't think I'm weird?"

"Tyler, I know you are perfect."

His kiss is different this time - tender, sweet, like I'm something precious to be savored. My doubts dissolve under the gentle pressure of his lips, under the way his hands cradle my face like I'm made of glass. For tonight at least, I believe him. For tonight, I am perfect.

CHAPTER 12

LANZ

My compad buzzes again, and I glance down at the screen. Another text from Tyler.

"I can’t stop thinking about last night. When can I see you again?"

A warmth spreads through my chest, something I’m not used to feeling. I’ve had plenty of women in my life, but none of them ever made me feel like this. None of them ever made mewantto feel like this.

I tap out a quick reply."Soon. I’ll make time for you, Tyler. You’re worth it."

The response is almost immediate."You’re worth it too, Lanz. I mean, Alonzo. Sorry, I’m still getting used to the whole secret identity thing."

I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. The office is quiet, the hum of the city far below a distant murmur. My desk is cluttered with intel on Fishy Joe’s Cannery—blueprints, surveillance footage, and a list of known Grolgath operatives. But my mind keeps drifting back to her. To the way she looked at me last night, the way she trusted me enough to let me in, both physically and emotionally.

Another buzz."I have to get back to work. Lunch break’s over. But I’ll be thinking about you."

I set the compad down, running a hand over my face. Focus, Lanz. You’ve got a mission. But it’s hard to concentrate when all I can think about is the way she moaned my name, the way her body felt against mine.

I force myself to look at the intel spread out before me. The cannery’s defenses are formidable—automated turrets, motion sensors, and a network of cameras that make it nearly impossible to approach undetected. I’ve already tried a direct assault, and that didn’t end well. I need a new strategy.

My compad buzzes again, smile."Just one more thing—I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I just wanted you to know that."

I stare at the message for a long moment, my chest tightening. This is dangerous. I’m not supposed to get attached. But Tyler… she’s different. She’s not just another conquest, another part of the playboy persona I’ve crafted. She’s real. And she’s making me feel things I haven’t felt in centuries.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I need to focus. The Grolgath are a threat, and I can’t let my personal feelings get in the way of my mission. But as I stare at the blueprints, my mind keeps drifting back to her. To the way she looked at me, the way she trusted me.

I pick up the compad and type out a quick reply."You’re special, Tyler. More than you know. I’ll see you soon."

I set the compad down and force myself to focus on the task at hand. The cannery’s defenses are formidable, but I’m a Vakutan warrior. I’ve faced worse. I just need to find a way in. And I will. For Tyler, and for the mission.

I stare at the ceiling. Fishy Joe’s Cannery is a fortress, and I’m not stupid enough to charge in again without a plan. But I can’t exactly hire a human contractor to scope it out. Thelast thing I need is some PI stumbling onto Grolgath tech and blowing the whole “aliens from the future” secret wide open. No, I need someone who already knows the score. Someone who won’t ask too many questions. Someone who’s already neck-deep in this mess.

And that means Gordo.

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