Page 7 of Secretly Mated To My Monster Alien Boss
Had she?
Sure, there was the occasional shameless dream where she rode him all night long. She’d wake up from all sweaty, gripping the pillow, with the sheets tangled between her legs. But that didn’t mean anything.
Deryg was her colleague. Her friend. Her soft-of boss.
Her hot, funny, big, strong, enticing–
Kiara squeezed her eyes shut, the throbbing between her legs intensifying.
She wanted him. Wanted him to push the crate and her prized begonia off that desk and take her on it. She wanted him to rip her blouse and yank her bra down, his tongue curling around her pert nipples, delving into her belly button, then lower and–
“I need to go,” she managed to groan out between gulps of air that didn’t seem to do anything to fill her lungs. Her voice had turned husky and raw.
She felt rather than see Deryg nod. He wasn’t walking away from that window for anything in this world, it seemed.
Kiara used all her willpower to right herself. Her body felt heavy and languorous, like it hadn’t been made for walking, just laying down. Preferably on the desk.
Kiara turned on her heels, wanting to sprint out of her own office. Her legs wouldn’t cooperate. Every step felt like torture. It hurt. It physicallyhurtto walk away from Deryg.
Her trembling knees didn’t help. Keeping her balance was almost impossible. Her body was liquid. Her bones must have vanished, there was no other explanation for her languid movements.
She swayed to the side with each step, almost drunk with desire.
She’d crawl out of this office if she had to. Because if she stayed one more second, she’d do something she knew she’d regret tomorrow.
Tomorrow? What about today? She had an entire army of people waiting outside for her to coordinate them.
She had to get a grip.
Five more steps and she’d be at the door.
Four steps.
Three–
Her right knee caved as she was tantalizingly close to escaping.
With her limbs not working properly, Kiara finally lost her balance.
She closed her eyes as gravity took hold of her. But instead of her nose meeting the cold Deruzian marble, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, steadying her.
With that one touch, Kiara was gone.
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DERYG
Deryg didn’t want to let her go.
He knew he should, but every cell of his strong Deruzian body told him this felt right. Kiara in his embrace, staring up at him, eyes wide with want, lips parted.
They were coworkers. They werefriends, as the humans called it. He was higher up in Alien Inc.’s hierarchy and since the security and PR departments worked together, he was also kind of her boss.
There were so many reasons he should not have been lusting after her and trying to decide whether he should first rip the blouse or skirt off her. But his instinct didn’t care about any of them.
They stared, inhaling each other’s breaths. His strong arms wrapped around her, steadying her frail human body against him.
His heightened Deruzian smell was inundated with the potent f’tare alcohol scent wafting from the crate. It smelled richand decadent, but also…a bit like Kiara. A crisp, flowery aroma burned all the way up his nose, nestling into his brain.
