he saw the wry twinkle in her eye. “Such as sitting on a satin pillow, pining until you return?” Shaking her head, she dismissed that idea. “As much as you may enjoy the look, a cocktail dress isn’t day wear. I need to go home and change, and then I have things to do.”
“You can run your errands this morning and then come back. Maybe I can come home for lunch today.” Allowing the hunger to show in his gaze, he gave her a heated perusal. “The dress is optional.”
Her smile tightened around the edges, and she spoke with finality. “Today is hectic for me. I’m already running late.”
Although irritation sparked, Krux kept his expression purposefully indifferent. He was pretty sure she was just playing coy. She probably didn’t want to seem overeager and lose the upper hand. After the night they’d just spent together, he could afford to be patient.
“Weekend is coming up,” he pointed out with a casual shrug.
Obviously relaxing again, she squeezed his hand in encouragement. Her eyes didn’t just twinkle now. They gleamed.
“You could always come over to my place,” she offered. “I could plan a special dinner for us tomorrow night. It will probably taste even better Saturday morning.”
Appeased, and more than a little curious to see her house, he accepted with a satisfied grin. Her turf or his didn’t matter. Sooner or later, his lovely Duosien would realize that he was the only man who could give her the kind of pleasure she craved. Only then would she truly be his. Gods knew she’d already claimed a piece of him.
With a glance at his other wrist, he caught the time. Standing up, he gathered their dirty dishes, tugged on her hand to pull her closer, and cupped the back of her neck as he dove for her mouth. He indulged himself just long enough to let her know what she’d be missing tonight.
The joke was on him. Since she had both her little hands free, she managed to spear her fingers through his hair and cup his cock through his pants at the same time. She left him with a hard-on to remember her by before she left his house.
* * * *
“You look a little stiff.” Xindra made the comment later that afternoon during their martial arts lesson. “Have you pulled something? Maybe we should have done some more stretches.”
Katra was sure her smile was self-mocking as she shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ve just enjoyed a little too much rigorous activity lately.”
Adjusting Katra’s defensive stance, Xindra studied her. “Rigorous activity,” she repeated dryly. “Are we talking like an athletic marathon or a sexual marathon?”
She choked out a laugh. “The latter. I’m a little sore, that’s all.”
Xindra responded with a look of concern. “Still? I didn’t think the men were that rough with you. Of course, I did have some concerns about you partnering all three of them in one class, but you seemed all right.”
For some strange reason, her instructor’s misunderstanding tickled Katra. In fact, she’d felt giddy all day.
“My fellow models were fine. In fact, they were just my warm up. I’m talking about last night with Krux.” Her body warmed at the memory. “And again this morning.”
Xindra’s eyebrows arched up in surprise. “You and Krux? I got the impression you didn’t get along.” Her gaze narrowed before she let out a chuckle. “You mean all those looks and snide little remarks were foreplay?”
Now it was Katra’s turn to look shocked. Is that what it had been? The man had grated on her last nerve, constantly stirring her temper with his highhanded attitude. Was it possible the tension between them had been sexual all along?
“I’m surprised I didn’t see it sooner.” Xindra forced Katra back with a few well-placed punches and kicks. “Good block, but don’t drop your shoulder so much. Like this.” She demonstrated.
“Got it.” Katra took her position again.
“May I assume you had more success with Krux than your other classmates?”
“You can run your errands this morning and then come back. Maybe I can come home for lunch today.” Allowing the hunger to show in his gaze, he gave her a heated perusal. “The dress is optional.”
Her smile tightened around the edges, and she spoke with finality. “Today is hectic for me. I’m already running late.”
Although irritation sparked, Krux kept his expression purposefully indifferent. He was pretty sure she was just playing coy. She probably didn’t want to seem overeager and lose the upper hand. After the night they’d just spent together, he could afford to be patient.
“Weekend is coming up,” he pointed out with a casual shrug.
Obviously relaxing again, she squeezed his hand in encouragement. Her eyes didn’t just twinkle now. They gleamed.
“You could always come over to my place,” she offered. “I could plan a special dinner for us tomorrow night. It will probably taste even better Saturday morning.”
Appeased, and more than a little curious to see her house, he accepted with a satisfied grin. Her turf or his didn’t matter. Sooner or later, his lovely Duosien would realize that he was the only man who could give her the kind of pleasure she craved. Only then would she truly be his. Gods knew she’d already claimed a piece of him.
With a glance at his other wrist, he caught the time. Standing up, he gathered their dirty dishes, tugged on her hand to pull her closer, and cupped the back of her neck as he dove for her mouth. He indulged himself just long enough to let her know what she’d be missing tonight.
The joke was on him. Since she had both her little hands free, she managed to spear her fingers through his hair and cup his cock through his pants at the same time. She left him with a hard-on to remember her by before she left his house.
* * * *
“You look a little stiff.” Xindra made the comment later that afternoon during their martial arts lesson. “Have you pulled something? Maybe we should have done some more stretches.”
Katra was sure her smile was self-mocking as she shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ve just enjoyed a little too much rigorous activity lately.”
Adjusting Katra’s defensive stance, Xindra studied her. “Rigorous activity,” she repeated dryly. “Are we talking like an athletic marathon or a sexual marathon?”
She choked out a laugh. “The latter. I’m a little sore, that’s all.”
Xindra responded with a look of concern. “Still? I didn’t think the men were that rough with you. Of course, I did have some concerns about you partnering all three of them in one class, but you seemed all right.”
For some strange reason, her instructor’s misunderstanding tickled Katra. In fact, she’d felt giddy all day.
“My fellow models were fine. In fact, they were just my warm up. I’m talking about last night with Krux.” Her body warmed at the memory. “And again this morning.”
Xindra’s eyebrows arched up in surprise. “You and Krux? I got the impression you didn’t get along.” Her gaze narrowed before she let out a chuckle. “You mean all those looks and snide little remarks were foreplay?”
Now it was Katra’s turn to look shocked. Is that what it had been? The man had grated on her last nerve, constantly stirring her temper with his highhanded attitude. Was it possible the tension between them had been sexual all along?
“I’m surprised I didn’t see it sooner.” Xindra forced Katra back with a few well-placed punches and kicks. “Good block, but don’t drop your shoulder so much. Like this.” She demonstrated.
“Got it.” Katra took her position again.
“May I assume you had more success with Krux than your other classmates?”
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