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He groaned, and chucked as he brushed his lips along my jawline, his warm breath a tickle on my skin.
“As much as I regret moving from your arms, I’m afraid we have to hurry.”
“Hurry?” My fingertips curled around his bicep. “No, we have more time, they allow for more time for my first customer. I don’t….” I swallowed hard. The admission as hard to verbalize as it was to accept. “I don’t want you to go.”
If he left, that made room for Luarian to insist upon another customer tonight. That blob of Jello with arms is walking around the ship somewhere. Other than practical considerations, I wanted him to stay. I wanted to stay in his arms.
How sick is that?
With reluctant movements, he slid out of my body, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed, his broad muscular back to me.
“About that?”
I’d spent over twenty years of my life as a high school teacher. I knew a guilty tone when I heard it.
“What?” I sat up, pulling the sheet over my chest. A curious sense of dread settled in my stomach. Not fear… never that with him, my soul knew that. But something was coming.
Golden eyes glanced back at me, accompanied with a sheepish grin.
“I’m not exactly a customer.”
For a second relief coursed through me until I realized….
“What? Why are you here if you’re not a customer?”
His countenance changed going from guilty to prideful in the time it took me to blink.
“I’m here to rescue you.”
Chapter 4
Tarook
“What?” Her violet eyes widened, blinking in rapid succession.
"Your friend Emmy sent me to rescue you," I elaborated, standing from the bed, and grabbing my breeches. I hated to leave her warmth and softness, but time grew short. No telling when her genuine customer would arrive. I hoped we’d be on my ship before then.
Clara shook her head, tendrils of her hair moving as if in a faint breeze. Her gaze had narrowed somewhat, and the slightest pucker of a frown gathered between her brows. She’d dragged the blanket upward, covering her luscious breasts.
“You’re here to rescue me?” She repeated as though the concept was too far-fetched to be believed.
“Yes,” I yanked on my vest, leaving it unbuttoned, and strode to the wardrobe near the foot of her bed. The garb most pleasurers wore wasn’t suitable for escape. Gown after silken gown hung in the cupboard. Luarian spared no expense in dressing her new prize. I felt disgusted by the idea of anyonedressing Clara up like a doll to be paraded about, and it crept into my tone.
"I told you Emmy sent me."
“Emmy.” She repeated, a frown settling on her face.
Coming across what looked like a flight suit in a soft gray fabric, I yanked it from the wardrobe and tossed it on the bed.
"Please get dressed. As much as I enjoy you naked, it will make our escape much more difficult." I would enjoy it… too much. Holy Valana, she’d felt incredible, so warm and soft and tight… perfect.
"Naked," Clara repeated, her gaze traveling from the jumpsuit that lay rumbled on the covers to me. Her eyes were so sharp her gaze stung like the flick of a blade.
She bounded from the bed, clutching the sheet like a shield.
“If you’re here to rescue me, why the hell did you just fuck me like some John?”
Anger made her eyes a deeper purple and flushed her cheeks. She wore it well.
