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  Can’t believe I did that, she thought as some of the lust cleared from her mind and she was able to think again. That was so inappropriate! So wrong!

  But it hadn’t felt wrong. It had felt incredible. Being held in Lone’s strong arms and letting him fuck her with the thick shaft had been one of the most erotic experiences of her life.

  It shouldn’t have been though, she thought guiltily. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I control myself? Is it just this damn needing that’s got me so tied up in knots or is it something else? Something more?

  “How do you feel?” Lone’s deep voice drew her back to herself and she looked up to see him bending over her with a worried look in his eyes.

  “I’m fine,” she said reflexively, looking away from him. “Better now. Thanks.”

  “Don’t do that.” Lone said softly.

  “Do what? What are you talking about?” Lizabeth tied to sit up but the damn phallus was still inside her. She reached down to pull it out, feeling a surge of shame as she did so. God, the way she had acted…

  “Don’t act like you’re ashamed of what just happened.”

  “It was…a regrettable necessity.” She sat up at last and put some distance between them. She could hear her voice becoming businesslike and impersonal again but she couldn’t seem to help it. “We, er, had to do it. But that doesn’t mean we have to dwell on it.”

  “Yes we do. Lizabeth we need to talk about this,” he argued softly. “About the rolls we have to play here and the things we have to do. Especially since you continue to have needing attacks.”

  “I’m sorry about that,” she said, looking away. “Sorry you have to uh, help me so much.”

  “I’m not. Look at me.” His big hand cupped her chin and turned her face up to his. “I love helping you, Lizabeth,” he said softly. “I just wish you enjoyed being helped.”

  “It seemed like I enjoyed myself quite a bit just now, didn’t it?” she said, hearing the clipped, brittle tone of her own voice and not being able to help it. “You had me writhing all over the bed while you sucked my breasts and pumped me with that…that thing.” She nodded down at the black phallus which lay discarded on the far side of the bed.

  “I gave you what you needed,” Lone said, frowning. “Why is that such a problem for you?”

  “For God’s sake, you’re my assistant, Lone,” she burst out. “It’s not appropriate for us to do…those things together.”

  “Maybe not,” he said steadily. “But there’s not much we can do about it. Not while you keep having needing attacks and we’re expected to act as Mistress and Novice while we’re at the Tower.”

  “What are you saying?” Lizabeth demanded. “That I should just…just deal with it? Just chalk it all up to necessity and not feel guilty at all?”

  “Why should you feel guilty?” Lone’s voice was low and coaxing. “For getting what your body needs? For doing what you have to do in order for us to stay here so you can learn the Yonnite law? None of this is your fault, Lizabeth—why feel bad about it?”

  “I…” Lizabeth bit her lip. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just worried that this will…will come back to haunt us once we get back to the Mother Ship.”

  “What if I promised it wouldn’t?” he asked. “What if I swore to you that our relationship would go back to being completely professional as soon as we get home? Is that what you want?”

  To be honest, it wasn’t exactly what Lizabeth wanted. But what she wanted—truly wanted in her heart of hearts—was completely impossible and she knew it from hard personal experience.

  “I…guess so,” she said at last.

  “Then it will,” Lone said. “While we’re here at the Tower I’ll call you Mistress and help you control your needing. But the minute we get back to the Mother Ship, you can go back to the med center and get another shot of the Xi-46 antidote—maybe it will work better the second time. And I’ll go back to being your perfectly professional assistant.”

  “And…and what we do here won’t…won’t affect our work together?” Lizabeth knew what he was offering was impossible—cart blanche to do anything she wanted and act on all the forbidden thoughts and fantasies she’d ever had of him with no consequences. But the idea was just so…tempting. And his face was completely serious as he answered.

  “Absolutely no effect whatsoever,” he promised. “We’ll do what we have to do here to get by and to help you with your needing attacks. Once we get home, it’s back to business as usual—I swear.”

  “Well…” Lizabeth had to admit that the deal did make her feel a little better. Although there was a tiny bit of her that wished he would confess his undying love and beg to have a long-lasting relationship instead of just offering her an easy out.

  What, like Arturo did? scoffed a little voice in her head. Right…I don’t think so, Lizabeth. This is definitely the best offer you’re going to get. Better accept it.

  “All right,” she said at last, looking up at Lone. “I guess…I guess there’s nothing else we can do. And thank you for not minding.”

  “How could I mind finally being able to touch you and taste you, Mistress?” he growled softly. “I wasn’t lying when I said I fantasized about you all the time.”

  Lizabeth bit her lip. “Maybe…maybe you shouldn’t tell me things like that, Lone. It might make working together when we get home again difficult.”

  “I just want you to know how desirable I find you.” Reaching for her hand, he pulled her to the side of the bed again. “Just want you to know I love helping you…Mistress.”

  Lizabeth’s heart was pounding as she looked into his pale gray eyes.

  “Lone…” she whispered.

  “I think you still have some nectar in your breasts, Mistress,” he murmured, giving her a sexy little smile that seemed to melt things inside her. “May I suck your nipples again to be certain I’ve gotten the last of it?”

  “I…I suppose so.” The words were hardly out of her mouth before his hot lips had closed around her aching right peak and he was sucking long and hard, sending showers of sparks straight to her pussy.

  Lizabeth threw back her head and moaned as she threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair.

  Shouldn’t do this…it’s dangerous…it will only lead to trouble…

  But what else could she do when they were stuck here playing the roles of Mistress and Novice and the damned needing wouldn’t leave her alone?

  It’s only for a little while, she promised herself. As soon as we get back to the Mother Ship, we’ll get back to normal.

  Not that she really believed that. But she had to tell herself something. And then she lost herself in the pleasure of Lone’s mouth on her breasts and stopped thinking at all.

  It’s only for a little while, Lone told himself. You’d better make the most of it—store up as many memories as you can because as soon as we get back to the Mother Ship, she’ll never let you touch her again.

  The thought made him sad but what could he do about it? He’d had to propose this compromise to Lizabeth or she would have gone on feeling guilty and miserable every time he had to help her and that was the last thing he wanted.

  What he’d really wanted to do was declare his love—to tell her that he’d wanted her as more than a boss for years—ever since he’d first met her, in fact. But he sensed Lizabeth wouldn’t be open to that at all.

  So this was all they had—all they could ever have—and Lone intended to make the most of it. After they left the Tower of the Higher Mind, he would have to go back to being just her assistant. But for now, at least, he could be her Novice and the male who helped her through her needing attacks.

  Gods, Lizabeth, he thought as he palmed her full breasts and sucked the other tight nipple into his mouth. Love you so much. I just wish I could tell you…

  Thirteen

  A steady rapping on the wooden door of their bedchamber woke Lizabeth up with a start.

  To her surprise, she found she wasn�€