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  God, she could still remember the sight of his dark head bent over her breasts, her tight, swollen peaks disappearing into his hot, wet, mouth. It hadn’t hurt when he sucked her the way it hurt when she used the inadequate breast pump. There had been nothing but pleasure as he massaged her full breasts and sucked and swallowed, drawing out the thick nectar and sending sparks of pleasure straight to her wet pussy.

  Lizabeth’s right hand somehow found its way between her legs and with a low moan, she parted her outer lips and began a swift, delicate caress of her aching clit. She wondered what Lone’s fingers would feel like there…what his cock would feel like inside her. It would be so much better than the stupid purple bullet which wasn’t nearly big enough to fill her properly and ease the empty ache she felt inside…

  The memory/fantasy was shattered by a sharp rapping on the metal door at the front of her suite.

  “Councilor Paige?” a deep, familiar voice called. “I have some news on the BleakHall case—we need to talk.”

  There was no doubt about it—it was Lone, the very man she’d been having illicit fantasies about while she got her nipples sucked and her pussy filled!

  “Shit!” Lizabeth muttered to herself desperately. She wondered if she ought to try and pretend she wasn’t at home. But Lone knew her schedule—he would know that she would be studying the Yonnite documents and trying to make sense of their strange judicial practices here in her home office since the Mother Ship’s law library was crowded with students at this time of the evening.

  “Councilor Paige? Lizabeth?” he called again, breaking her momentary paralysis. “I know you’re in there. Let me in.”

  “Shit!” Lizabeth muttered again. “Hang on,” she called as she turned off the pump and hastily removed the cups. She started to remove the purple bullet also, but her pussy was slippery with her juices and she couldn’t get it out. Meanwhile, Lone was going to know that something was going on if she didn’t get to the door quickly!

  Giving up on the bullet, still buzzing quietly inside her, Lizabeth raced to get dressed in the most professional clothes she could find—which wasn’t hard since, aside from her yoga clothes, her wardrobe was almost exclusively made up of business suits to wear to court.

  She pulled on a bra and inserted two nursing pads to cover her nipples—a ridiculous necessity now that she was apt to leak nectar at any time. Then she threw on a pale green blouse and a black pencil skirt. She left off her shoes—she never wore them in her suite and Lone knew it—and took a last look in the 3-D viewer to one side of her bed.

  A flushed face, wide gray-blue-green eyes, and a crazy cloud of dark hair greeted her glance—she looked guilty as hell, there was no denying it. Lizabeth quickly tried to smooth her wild mane. Did she have the appearance of a woman who had just been masturbating? Could you really consider what she had been doing masturbating though? She’d simply been dealing with the effects of the needing—it wasn’t like she got off on performing a necessity. Right?

  Right—except you were fantasizing about your assistant who’s much too young for you while you did it, whispered a snarky voice in her head.

  Lizabeth shifted her hips uncomfortably and the purple bullet humming inside her pussy seemed to nudge her accusingly. God, she wished she’d been able to get the damn thing out! At least it was quiet—there was no way Lone would be able to hear it? Right? Right?

  She wasn’t quite sure. As a precaution, she flipped on the exer-cube again, setting it to soft yoga music. There, that should cover any unwanted sounds—she hoped.

  Taking a deep breath, she put on her most blank, professional courtroom face and pressed the side panel to open the door.

  Two

  Standing outside her suite, tall and muscular and much, much too young for her, was Stands Alone. He was wearing a dark green, long-sleeved shirt, tight black trousers and tall black boots—the uniform of the Twin Kindred.

  He was so much taller than Lizabeth’s 5’7 that she had to crane her neck to look up at him and his shoulders were fully twice as broad as her own. Yet his size didn’t make him menacing—just a little overwhelming at times. Though Lizabeth had been living and working on the Mother Ship for two years now, she was still getting used to being around the massive, muscular Kindred all the time.

  She wondered, as she often had, if he would have been the Light Twin or the Dark Twin of the pair if his brother had lived. He seemed to have characteristics of both—the stubbornness of a Dark Twin and the calm, even temperament of a Light Twin. Personally, she thought he was the best parts of both types.

  “Hello, Lone,” she said as coolly as she could. “Is there a problem? You said something about the BleakHall case?”

  “Yes, I have some news.” He inclined his head, his pale gray eyes flashing under his dark brows. “May I come in?”

  “Oh, uh, certainly.” Clearing her throat, Lizabeth stepped back, giving him room to enter her suite.

  “Thank you.” Lone stepped inside and went to take a seat on her couch. Lizabeth shut the door and followed him, wondering what this was all about.

  She had scarcely said two words to her assistant since that fateful day—the day the Xi-46 had been released into the Mother Ship and he had helped her with her first needing attack.

  Lone, with that admirable delicacy of feeling and attention to her moods she appreciated in him, seemed to have sensed her reluctance to talk about what had happened between them and he had been giving her space for weeks. But now he had come to her private suite and practically demanded entrance. What was going on?

  “Well…” Lizabeth settled herself on the edge of the couch cushion as far from him as she could get and folded her hands primly in her lap. She was uncomfortably aware of the purple bullet still buzzing inside her. Sitting down seemed to make it press on a more sensitive area—possibly her G-spot—and though she tried to shift around, it wouldn’t move.

  Lone was eyeing her with a slight frown on his face.

  “Are you all right?” he asked abruptly. “Your face is flushed. Are you well, Lizabeth?”

  “Oh, I…I’m fine.” She cleared her throat and ran a hand over her hair self-consciously. “Just…I was just doing some, uh, yoga before you came in.” Which was true, in a way. She had been doing yoga before she’d been forced to stop and deal with the needing.

  He eyed the crumpled mat, stained with droplets of nectar which was still lying out in front of the couch with the exer-cube playing softly.

  “I see.”

  Lizabeth wished she had rolled up the mat before he came in.

  “I…I was trying a…a difficult position,” she said quickly. “It was hard to get into and I was getting out of breath…I…” Then she realized what she was doing—babbling like a guilty defendant trying to cover her crimes.

  Stop it, she told herself fiercely. Stop acting like an idiot!

  Straightening her shoulders, she took a deep breath and looked at Lone directly.

  “What do you need?” she asked in her coolest, most professional tone. “I’m kind of busy at the moment.”

  “You’ve been busy for the past two weeks, ever since The Great Needing,” he said in a low voice, alluding for the first time to what had happened between them.

  Lizabeth felt her stomach clench. What was he trying to say? Was he accusing her of distancing herself from him—from the partnership that had grown between them in the past two years ever since Lone had first been assigned to her?

  “I’m sorry,” she said, feeling guilty all over again. “I’ve been a bit…preoccupied.”

  “I understand,” Lone said softly. “And I’ve been trying to…to give you space to be preoccupied. But this case won’t wait forever.”

  “I’ve been working on the case,” Lizabeth protested, feeling more guilty than ever. Her attention to detail and her work ethic had been seriously impacted by the constant spells of needing that had plagued her ever since the Xi-46 had been released. Of course, she could hardly help