Page 16 of Her Alien Spy

She saw it at the same moment he did, probably. Their target winning a hand, and then pointing at one of the women gathered near the Cendilax table dealer. The dealer nodded and gestured for the Tilesian female the Paraxian had pointed at to join him. The Paraxian wrapped his arm around the Tilesian’s waist and they moved toward where she and Andethor were sitting.

Andethor bent his face down, burying it against her hair, squeezing her when their target and his partner sat on a plush sofa a few feet away from theirs.

“Sorry about this, Jules,” Andethor said, and before she could ask what he was apologizing for, he was picking her up, turning her so she was facing him. He set her down so she was straddling his lap, and then he was whipping his glasses off and burying his face between her breasts.

Her mouth fell open in shock, and Andethor gave a small, frustrated-sounding groan as he held her tight. She massaged his shoulders, staying quiet, knowing he was trying to hearwhatever the Paraxian might be saying. She watched as Andethor reached up smoothly and tapped the area behind his ear, then went back to squeezing her against him, nuzzling his face between her breasts.

She kept kneading his shoulders. It occurred to her that she should probably be reacting in some way to him, but then she realized anyone looking at her would probably already be able to see that she was enjoying it far too much, having him like this. His hands squeezed and kneaded at her lower back, and when they fell to her ass, squeezing greedily, she couldn’t help the tiny whimper that escaped her.

Damn, his touch… strong, firm hands gripped her cheeks and she got the immediate sense that he knew exactly how to use those hands on a woman.

He squeezed again, and she pressed her lips together. She watched him as he turned his head, just a little, so he could see the Paraxian. Of course, turning his head put his mouth against the side of her breast, and she nearly cried out in pure, agonized need when he kissed… then softly sucked the side of her breast.

He was working, she reminded herself. Playing a role.

So hard to remember with his mouth and hands on her like this…

He gripped her ass harder and pulled her tighter against him, and she got a clear reminder that it wasn’t all acting as his hard length pressed against her body. He only held her there for a second, almost as if he wanted her to know what this was doing to him, and she couldn’t help paying him back in kind, grinding against that hard, thick bulge for just a moment, drawing a hungry growl from the spy.

“You’re killing me, Jules,” he whispered, not for the first time.

“Consider it payback,” she whispered back, continuing to knead his shoulders. He gave her ass a little pat, then moved his hands back up to her lower back. They went quiet again, just another couple lost in the experience of being close to each other.

She hoped he was at least hearing something helpful.

She was learning that Andethor was excellent at giving back massages as his hands traveled up and down her back, kneading, massaging, and rubbing the tension away. By the time the Paraxian and his partner left, she felt nearly liquid, warm andsleepy, so relaxed she could have curled up in Andethor’s lap and slept.

He gently hugged her, then looked up at her after the Paraxian was gone. “I’m sorry, Jules. And thank you,” he said softly, his bright amber gaze meeting hers. “I got…uh. Too free with my hands and other things there and you deserve better.”

More cracks formed around that iceberg around her heart. She could practically hear it now.

“We both got carried away. I’m sorry, too.”

He gave a little shake of his head, then took a breath. “The good news is, we can hide away in our cabin for the rest of the evening.”

“Great. A shower, some food, and relaxing on one of those overstuffed chairs sounds perfect right now.”

Andethor nodded, flashing her a smile before standing, picking her up with him and carefully setting her on her feet. “Come on, toy. I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he said in his Savis voice, and then he was pulling her through the casino, then finally outside. She was surprised by how much time they’d spent in there; the sun was setting, and the sky was a gorgeous peachy-pink color, fading to deep purple.

Andethor guided her to a transport, and then they were traveling back to their cabin. Neither of them bothered speaking. In Julia’s case, she was somehow both mentally and physically exhausted, just from those few hours of playing his plaything. And, what do you even say to a friend after you just teased them by grinding on their lap?

Only she could manage to get herself into a situation like this one.

When the transport stopped in front of their cabin, Andethor helped her out, and they both sighed in gratitude when the door of the cabin closed behind them.

“Thank fuck that’s over,” he growled, and she couldn’t help but laugh. He whipped off the jacket and shirt he’d worn as Savis, immediately digging out one of his usual concert t-shirts.

“You can have the shower first if you want it, Jules,” he said, glancing up at her.

She nodded, flashing what she hoped was a relaxed smile, then made her way into the large bathroom. Clearly, it was made for couples or more. A large soaking tub that would fit at least three people easily. A large shower which, she noted, hadstrategically placed handles and jets that had nothing to do with shower safety or getting clean.

She shook her head, laughing softly as she stripped.

She took her time in the shower. And might have made use of one of the jets, thinking about Andethor’s hard, thick bulge between her thighs, the feel of his hands on her body, his mouth on her breast.

She ended up going for round two with the jet. It didn’t take long.

When she finally left the bathroom, she felt a little less frayed and tense. She was dressed in a pair of comfy, soft pants and a tank bra under an oversized cardigan. Maggie liked to call it her “librarian at home” look, since she usually spent the time she wore this outfit curled up in her favorite reading chair, lost in a good novel.

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