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  “Fine,” she said nodding. “Thank you very much for your help. I just have one more question: how long after Kor takes the formula should he, um…”

  “Fuck you?” Hobbs said nastily. “Almost immediately. The solvent agents will travel quickly through his system and bond with his sperm. The fresher they are, the better.”

  “All right. Thank you,” Maggie said again. She turned to Kor who was still standing with his back to them both. “Can we go?”

  “Sure.” He shrugged, still not looking at her but Maggie saw that he had the test tube with the solvent gripped tightly in his fist. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  They left.

  Chapter Thirty

  “We’re not doing this,” Kor said flatly, the minute they locked the door of the small room they had rented in the rather sparse hotel district of Hargous behind them. “No way in all the Seven Hells, sweetheart. It’s not happening.”

  “What?” Maggie looked at him in disbelief. “Why not? What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about how you’re going to hate yourself afterwards—how you’re going to hate me.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I won’t be a party to that, Maggie. I won’t.”

  “Kor, please—think what you’re saying. I could never hate you. Never.”

  “What about the way you reacted after finally going all the way down on me?” he asked bluntly. “You wouldn’t even look at me afterwards. You probably would have stayed in the fresher all night if they hadn’t turned the lights off so suddenly.”

  “That’s not fair. I just…I just needed a little space, that’s all.”

  “And if I do this, you’ll give me so much space I’ll never fucking see you again,” he growled.

  “I thought that was the idea,” Maggie snapped. “I thought you wanted to go. But first you promised to help get this horrible thing out of me!” She shivered, thinking about the alien tentacles invading her body. “Did you see that model he showed us? I mean, did you actually look at it? Because it’s inside me.” She grabbed his muscular forearms and looked into his eyes. “Inside me, Kor and I have to get it out!”

  “Okay, okay, it’s going to be all right.” He looked at her anxiously. “Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

  Maggie took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

  “Sorry, it’s just…I love to study new life forms but not when they’re inside me.” She shivered again.

  “I understand.” Kor ran a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t want the damn thing in me, either. But let’s just think about this—think it through.”

  “There’s nothing to think about,” Maggie insisted. “It has to come out.”

  “Don’t forget, sweetheart, for the implant to come out, I have to go in. All the way in.” He cupped her cheek and looked down at her. “Deep inside you, Maggie. Is that what you want?”

  “I…” She dropped her eyes, unable to meet that intense, pale blue gaze. “I don’t know anymore. All I know is that this thing has to come out of me.”

  “And what about Donald? How is he going to feel? Are you going to tell him?”

  Maggie nodded. “I’ll have to. I can’t not tell him. That’s not the kind of person I am. Not the kind of secret I can keep.”

  He nodded gravely. “Of course not. I understand. So then, how will he feel?”

  Maggie took another deep breath. “He’s just going to have to understand. And if he doesn’t, well…” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do. Give back the ring, I guess.”

  “Hey, hey…” Kor wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek with his thumb. “Look at you—already crying. Think about it this way, what if you kept it? Then what?”

  “Are you kidding?” Maggie protested. “I’d have to quit my job—I’d lose all professional credibility once word got out that I had to be ‘serviced’ constantly in order to function.”

  “You said your fiancé is a scientist too and you used to work in the same lab,” Kor pointed out. “So technically he could take care of you.”

  Maggie looked away. “Donald…wouldn’t like that. In fact, it would irritate him to no end, especially if I kept interrupting his work.”

  “Uh-huh.” Kor nodded. “So keeping it is absolutely not an option.”

  “It can’t be,” Maggie said softly. “Kor, I know you don’t mind helping me—or if you do, you’re nice enough not to say it—but Donald…he would mind. A lot. I can’t live like this. Please.”

  “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it.” Kor ran a hand through his hair and started pacing. “Even though I know you’re going to regret it.”

  “Not as much as I’d regret living like this the rest of my life,” Maggie assured him.

  “Right.” Kor looked down as he paced back and forth across the small room. “Well, I suppose I should do the honorable and gentlemanly thing and tell you I’ll do it quickly. Maybe take you from behind so you don’t have to see my face and you can pretend it’s someone else—pretend it’s your precious fiancé.”

  Maggie felt a lump rising in her throat and tried to swallow it back down. “I don’t…don’t want to do that.”

  “Neither do I.” Kor stopped pacing and turned to face her. “Because I’m not honorable and I’m not a gentleman. I’m just a male who wants you, Maggie. So if we’re going to do this, we’ll do it my way.”

  “Oh…” Maggie put a hand to her throat uncertainly. “What…what way is that?”

  “Slowly.” Kor lifted her chin and looked directly into her eyes. “We’re going to take our time because if this is the only time I ever get to have you, I want to savor every second. Understand?”

  “I…I understand,” Maggie whispered.

  “Good, then get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

  Maggie’s heart seemed to jump into her throat. “Oh but I…I thought you weren’t going to…to take me from behind.”

  “I’m not—with my cock. But you look damn hot in that naughty slave outfit. I want to see you on your hands and knees with your legs spread wide for my tongue.”

  “Oh, but…” Maggie wasn’t quite sure about this. Though Kor had gone down on her often in the week they’d been together, he had never demanded that she get on her hands and knees before he licked her. The very idea made her feel uncertain—vulnerable somehow. But one look in Kor’s pale blue eyes let her know he wasn’t kidding.

  “Do it, Maggie,” he growled. “We’re playing by my rules now.”

  Yes, they certainly were.

  “All right.” Maggie nodded. “But, um, shouldn’t you drink the uh, solvent first?” She nodded at the vial of milky white liquid he had laid down on the small table beside the bed.

  “Not supposed to drink it until the last minute,” Kor said. “And I’m not nearly ready to fuck you yet, sweetheart. I need to get you ready first. Ready to take my thick cock up inside you all the way to the hilt so I can fill you with my cum.”

  As always, the dirty talk in his deep, growling voice seemed to start a fire between Maggie’s thighs.

  “All right,” she whispered as she climbed onto the dark red bedspread and assumed the position he had demanded. “Yes, Kor.”

  “Yes, Master,” he corrected her sternly. “You’re my naughty little slave girl, remember?” He came to stand by the side of the bed and began stroking her, starting at the nape of her neck and moving his big, warm hand all the way down to the small of her back and past the vulnerable curve of her buttocks.

  “Oh!” Maggie half moaned as he caressed her bare ass. The crotchless panties she had on were a thong so her bottom was completely exposed to him.

  “That’s right, little slave girl,” Kor murmured. “You’re just doing what your master says so it’s not your fault. Not your fault if it feels good to have my hands all over your body. Not your fault if you have to spread your pussy open to take my cock deep inside.”

  “Ah!” Maggie bit her lip, unable to hold back the muffled sound of pleasure.