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  “I think it’s time to move on,” Asher rumbled in her ear. “Don’t you?”

  “Y-yes,” she stuttered out. “God, yes—please, Asher.”

  “Please what? Please touch you the way you touched me?” he murmured. “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

  As he spoke, his big hands slid around her to massage her inner thighs from the front and to frame her pussy. Lisa moaned helplessly as he cupped her, his broad palm pressing against her sensitive clit. God, she was so hot her pussy was opening for him almost of its own volition! She needed this—needed it badly and though the little voice in the back of her head was trying to warn her that it was a bad idea—that it was unprofessional—she couldn’t seem to ask the big Kindred to stop.

  “Going to rub the oil into your pussy now,” he murmured and then—just as he had in her dream—he spread her swollen outer lips with his ring and index fingers and slipped just the tip of his long middle finger into her heated folds.

  “Ohhhh!” Lisa bucked back against him, nearly losing it as he circled the tight little button of her clit with feather-light strokes. “Oh God, Asher—yes!”

  “Does that feel good?” he murmured in her ear. “Does it feel good to have your soft little pussy spread open and played with, Lisa? Do you like it when I stroke your hot little clit like this?”

  The pad of his middle finger slid deliberately over her swollen button, making her moan again.

  “Y-yes!” she gasped, writhing against him. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this—and doing it with a man she hadn’t even known a whole day! But something about Asher’s hands on her body just felt right. Too right to deny.

  “Gods, you’re so wet,” he murmured hoarsely as he continued to stroke her and his other hand came up to begin teasing her nipples again. “So wet and hot—I only wish it was my tongue between your legs instead of my fingers.”

  “You…you do?” Lisa whispered.

  “Gods, yes! To kneel before you and taste your sweet, creamy pussy…to lap your honey right from the source and then to stroke your clit with my tongue to help you make more so I could lap it away all over again…to feel you coming all over my face… That would be my greatest pleasure,” he assured her hoarsely, as he continued to circle her clit.

  Lisa could scarcely believe him. Eating her out was a sexual act Cameron wouldn’t “lower” himself to do—though he expected regular blowjobs for his own gratification. Before him, she’d been with a couple of guys in college who were willing to “go downtown” but neither of them had been very good at it—or very enthusiastic. And no man she had ever been with had spoken of the act with such longing and desire—as though giving her pleasure gave him the ultimate gratification.

  Asher’s words enflamed her—ramped her pleasure up a notch until she was moaning and bucking against his hand, her orgasm so close she could taste it.

  “I want to slide inside you now,” he murmured in her ear.

  “Oh!” Lisa felt another surge of desire, though she knew she shouldn’t. “But…but I’m not on birth control,” she protested breathlessly. “So you really shouldn’t…”

  “Not that way. Though the Goddess knows I would love to feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock,” he growled softly. “No—like this, sweetheart.”

  As he spoke, the hand that had been playing with her breasts came down and two long, strong fingers slipped deep into her pussy channel. At the same time, his other hand continued to strum her aching clit even as he thrust deep inside her.

  “Come for me,” he growled in her ear. “Come now, Lisa. Come while I stroke your soft little cunt and fill you with my fingers.”

  It was more than Lisa could stand. With a low moan, she felt her pleasure break over her like a tidal wave. Her clit throbbed like a second heartbeat as she came harder than she could ever remember coming in her life.

  “Asher!” she moaned, feeling her inner walls tremble and spasm around his invading fingers. “Oh God, Asher—that feels so good.”

  “That’s right,” he murmured. “That’s right, sweetheart—give it up for me. Give it up and come while I pet your soft little pussy…”

  Lisa couldn’t have stopped coming if she’d wanted to—which she most decidedly did not. Here on an alien planet, with a man she hadn’t known a whole day yet, she was having the hottest sexual experience of her life—she never wanted it to end.

  Twenty-Eight

  Yet the intense pleasure couldn’t go on forever. Eventually her orgasm faded, leaving her panting and leaning with trembling legs against the wall for support.

  What have you done? whispered a little voice in her head. You shouldn’t have done that—you know you shouldn’t, Lisa. You barely know him and it’s not like you’re ready for another relationship right now. Hell, you haven’t even divorced Cameron yet!

  But all the guilt in the world couldn’t keep her steady on her feet after going through such an intense sexual release. Lisa felt herself sliding down the wall, helpless to stop.

  “Here, sweetheart,” Asher murmured, swinging her up in his arms. He cradled her to his broad chest for a moment, while Lisa caught her breath.

  “I’m okay,” she said at last, when the world had stopped spinning. “I can stand now. That was just…intense.”

  “For me as well—though I am not certain if we should have done it.”

  The big Kindred frowned worriedly as he put her down.

  Lisa bit her lip. So he was having second thoughts too. And no wonder—she had told him point-blank in the ship that she had no interest in starting a relationship or doing anything sexual and now they had just gotten each other off.

  “Well,” she said carefully. “I mean, it’s not like we wanted to do…to do what we did. We had to.” She nodded up at the wall where the chewchies were still sitting, though they appeared to be watching the other chamber instead—the one where Natillus and Lambada were washing each other. Only from the soft grunts and moans coming from the other chamber, a whole lot more than just washing was going on, Lisa thought.

  “I suppose you’re right.” Asher didn’t sound very happy about it.

  “I am right,” Lisa said earnestly. “I mean, we never would have acted…that way if we hadn’t had to. But we had to be professional—had to act our parts. I mean, think about it,” she continued warming to her subject, “We’re pretending to be a married couple who are very much in love and very much attracted to each other. And I think…think we did a pretty good job,” she finished, feeling her cheeks get hot with the memory of exactly how good a job they had done.

  “Yes,” Asher said dryly. “An excellent job. Well…” He sighed. “Are we done getting purified, do you think?”

  “I don’t know. I, uh, think we got oil all over ourselves, like we were supposed to.” Lisa looked down at herself—her skin seemed to be smooth and supple everywhere.

  “I didn’t do all of your legs,” Asher objected. He got a little more oil on his hands and bent over her. He started to rub her but stopped, frowning when he saw the many tiny red scratches all over the backs of her thighs.

  “What? Why did you stop?” Lisa asked.

  “You are…injured.” Asher went around to crouch behind her and examine the small but irritated-looking injuries. “I don’t know why I didn’t notice before.”

  “Hey, don’t stare at my ass!” Lisa objected, nervously.

  She’d had no problem with the big Kindred kneading and fondling her there only a moment ago but she couldn’t help feeling that particular part of her anatomy wouldn’t bear close scrutiny. “Fat ass” had been one of Cameron’s favorite cruel nicknames for her when he was on a bad drunk and no matter how much Asher seemed to like that part of her, she couldn’t feel comfortable with him studying it closely.

  So naturally she reached back to cover herself from his gaze.

  The moment her hands—still slick with oil—made contact with her own flesh, she knew she had made a mistake. The little c