pussy sucked him dry.
They were both shaking when he finally lowered her hips and pulled free, and the bed bounced when he crashed beside her. He didn’t even twitch. Only the fast rise and fall of his chest assured her he was still alive.
Although they’d made love countless times, something seemed different about this encounter. Benni felt like Varion had taken something from her this time—claimed her in some way. Which was ridiculous. They were just having fun together. Weren’t they?
Chapter 5
I-Spy
Varion awoke the next morning to two things: Benni’s warm, naked body spooned up against his and the obnoxious blare of his Monday morning wake-up alarm. The latter he could have done without.
With a sigh of resignation, he shifted away from her delicious heat and murmured a voice command to shut off the noise. Benni released a soft groan of protest at his departure but didn’t fully wake up. Varion was flattered. He’d actually managed to exhaust his usually tireless lover.
Leaning over her, he kissed her forehead and tucked the sheet higher over her bare shoulder. “It’s all right. You can sleep in while I get ready.”
In response, she mumbled incoherently and rolled over.
Varion headed for the shower to clean up and then got dressed in his work clothes. He left his suit jacket and tie off for now, and he wasn’t yet ready to don his Rion Nach features. More and more, that persona was starting to chafe. He at least wanted to get some breakfast first.
When he was halfway down the stairs, he heard his shower turn on. His sleepy Flexian was awake after all and was no doubt standing glossily naked beneath a stream of soapy water. It was almost enough to tempt him back upstairs, but he didn’t dare show up to work late today.
Everything was coming to a head this week. Willyem Gor was about ready to make his move on the Trilanta Amusement Park and Fairgrounds, and Mr. Vip was poised to beat him to it.
Speak of the devil. Just as Varion finished scrambling some Duosien eggs for himself and Benni, his vid screen beeped with an incoming call from his secret boss. Setting breakfast aside for a moment, he walked into the living room to take it.
“Mr. Chanj?” Vip said his name uncertainly.
Damn, Varion had forgotten to change. Although his boss knew he was a Multan—that had been his chief qualification for the position—the man had only seen him as Rion Nach since he’d infiltrated Willyem Gor’s business. With a quick flex of his muscles, he shifted to the white-blond hair and gray eyes his employer expected to see.
“Don’t slip up and do that around Gor,” Vip warned him. “We’re getting close, but this deal isn’t locked in yet.”
“What’s happening?”
His boss sniffed. “That’s what I’m asking you. It takes time to shift the amount of money we need. The market isn’t optimal right now, so we’re selling off our stock in Leynet Tours at a discount. We didn’t have a majority holding in that travel company anyway, although it gave us some pull. I plan to make my move on Binner and Son and the fairgrounds on Wednesday. Tell me Gor and Tabbler won’t do anything before then.”
Varion shook his head. “Willyem is being careful. He’ll attempt a buyout of Junior’s company this week, but we’re only meeting about it today. We’re probably looking at Thursday at the earliest.”
It was going to be close, but Mr. Vip definitely had the edge, mostly because Willyem didn’t even know there was a threat. There was no doubt in Varion’s mind who was going to win.
“Good.” A spark of glee—or was that avarice?—flashed in Vip’s eyes. “We’re going to make a killing on this one. This is just the shot in the arm we need to expand Glomo Unlimited’s real estate division before we go intergalactic.”
“I’m sorry?” What did he mean by real estate? This was a deal for a concession contract.
“Bluv Binner, Jr. isn’t the only one who left himself vulnerable,”
They were both shaking when he finally lowered her hips and pulled free, and the bed bounced when he crashed beside her. He didn’t even twitch. Only the fast rise and fall of his chest assured her he was still alive.
Although they’d made love countless times, something seemed different about this encounter. Benni felt like Varion had taken something from her this time—claimed her in some way. Which was ridiculous. They were just having fun together. Weren’t they?
Chapter 5
I-Spy
Varion awoke the next morning to two things: Benni’s warm, naked body spooned up against his and the obnoxious blare of his Monday morning wake-up alarm. The latter he could have done without.
With a sigh of resignation, he shifted away from her delicious heat and murmured a voice command to shut off the noise. Benni released a soft groan of protest at his departure but didn’t fully wake up. Varion was flattered. He’d actually managed to exhaust his usually tireless lover.
Leaning over her, he kissed her forehead and tucked the sheet higher over her bare shoulder. “It’s all right. You can sleep in while I get ready.”
In response, she mumbled incoherently and rolled over.
Varion headed for the shower to clean up and then got dressed in his work clothes. He left his suit jacket and tie off for now, and he wasn’t yet ready to don his Rion Nach features. More and more, that persona was starting to chafe. He at least wanted to get some breakfast first.
When he was halfway down the stairs, he heard his shower turn on. His sleepy Flexian was awake after all and was no doubt standing glossily naked beneath a stream of soapy water. It was almost enough to tempt him back upstairs, but he didn’t dare show up to work late today.
Everything was coming to a head this week. Willyem Gor was about ready to make his move on the Trilanta Amusement Park and Fairgrounds, and Mr. Vip was poised to beat him to it.
Speak of the devil. Just as Varion finished scrambling some Duosien eggs for himself and Benni, his vid screen beeped with an incoming call from his secret boss. Setting breakfast aside for a moment, he walked into the living room to take it.
“Mr. Chanj?” Vip said his name uncertainly.
Damn, Varion had forgotten to change. Although his boss knew he was a Multan—that had been his chief qualification for the position—the man had only seen him as Rion Nach since he’d infiltrated Willyem Gor’s business. With a quick flex of his muscles, he shifted to the white-blond hair and gray eyes his employer expected to see.
“Don’t slip up and do that around Gor,” Vip warned him. “We’re getting close, but this deal isn’t locked in yet.”
“What’s happening?”
His boss sniffed. “That’s what I’m asking you. It takes time to shift the amount of money we need. The market isn’t optimal right now, so we’re selling off our stock in Leynet Tours at a discount. We didn’t have a majority holding in that travel company anyway, although it gave us some pull. I plan to make my move on Binner and Son and the fairgrounds on Wednesday. Tell me Gor and Tabbler won’t do anything before then.”
Varion shook his head. “Willyem is being careful. He’ll attempt a buyout of Junior’s company this week, but we’re only meeting about it today. We’re probably looking at Thursday at the earliest.”
It was going to be close, but Mr. Vip definitely had the edge, mostly because Willyem didn’t even know there was a threat. There was no doubt in Varion’s mind who was going to win.
“Good.” A spark of glee—or was that avarice?—flashed in Vip’s eyes. “We’re going to make a killing on this one. This is just the shot in the arm we need to expand Glomo Unlimited’s real estate division before we go intergalactic.”
“I’m sorry?” What did he mean by real estate? This was a deal for a concession contract.
“Bluv Binner, Jr. isn’t the only one who left himself vulnerable,”
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