pressed
his lips to her shoulder. He felt her ragged breathing in his own
chest. Spooned together like this, it was as if they were one
being. Swirling fragments of need coalesced into a whirlwind right
at his core. He was going to come any second.
“Oh, baby, now. Now!” Leelah gasped and let
out a cry that she buried against the flesh of her forearm.
The word “now” unleashed him. He fell into a
vortex that spread from his groin and filled his body. Ecstasy
surged through him and he released.
When the shudders of climax died away, Ja-hun
peeled himself off Leelah’s back. He must be crushing her, and she
was supporting both their weight. Ja-hun pulled her around to face
him and held her close, his chin resting on the top of her
head.
The skirt of her ball gown fell back into
place, hiding her legs again, and the residue of their lovemaking.
His cum drying on her thighs marked her as his, at least for the
evening. And the thought excited him.
“Don’t clean up,” he whispered.
Leelah pulled away from his chest and looked
up at him with a grin. “All right. I won’t.” She tapped his chest
with her finger. “And you don’t wash your fingers so you smell like
me. Kidding. Sort of.”
“We should get back. Your father might worry
if he notices you missing.” He tipped her chin up with his finger
and kissed her mouth.
“My father’s in the middle of schmoozing with
the elite of the Federation. He’s not thinking about what I’m up
to.” Still, she adjusted her dress and smoothed her hair. “My hair
is probably wrecked.”
“It looks perfect. You look perfect.” He bent
and kissed her once more, tasting wine and strawberry lipshine.
Ja-hun left the storage room first, opening
the door and peering into the hallway before emerging. As he walked
with Leelah down the hall, he put a hand on her waist, wanting to
touch her for just a bit longer before he had to resume a
professional distance once again.
Back in the ballroom, she smiled at him
before heading toward the ladies room.
Ja-hun checked in with the Gravatz security
as well as the Blaines’s team. No one had anything out of the
ordinary to report.
Across the room, Leelah was back, every hair
in place as if nothing had happened, and talking to Danje. Ja-hun
didn’t feel a twist of jealousy this time. After their encounter in
the storeroom, it was clear she wanted him and not the Anuvian. He
felt warm and golden inside at the thought, as if she’d infused him
with a touch of her sunny personality.
Danje said something, Leelah nodded, and they
headed toward the doors leading out to the patio.
By the time Ja-hun had threaded his way
across the crowded ballroom, the pair was no longer in sight. They
hadn’t come back inside, and there were no formal gardens where
they might be walking. The only other place they might have gone
was around the side of the building to the lot where valets had
parked all the expensive vehicles.
Danje might have wanted to show Leelah
something in his car. Ja-hun didn’t want to guess what that might
be. The kernel of jealousy flickered back to life and burned sourly
in his gut.
As he walked toward the lot, Ja-hun passed
several guards. The grounds were completely secure. Leelah was as
safe as if she was in her father’s compound, yet Ja-hun felt a
growing sense of unease. The hair at his nape prickled, and an
inner voice clamored that something was wrong. Was it fear about
what “his girl” was doing in the dark with another man, or was it
natural instinct kicking in, that gut feeling which had kept him
alive more times than he could count?
He rounded the corner of the building and was
confronted by a shiny sea of cars. Halfway across the lot, Danje
was just opening the door of his Jet 150 and sliding inside. Leelah
was nowhere in sight, which meant she was already in the passenger
seat.
Ja-hun ran across the lot, dodging between
vehicles as he pulled his zynpher from its holster beneath
his jacket. He
his lips to her shoulder. He felt her ragged breathing in his own
chest. Spooned together like this, it was as if they were one
being. Swirling fragments of need coalesced into a whirlwind right
at his core. He was going to come any second.
“Oh, baby, now. Now!” Leelah gasped and let
out a cry that she buried against the flesh of her forearm.
The word “now” unleashed him. He fell into a
vortex that spread from his groin and filled his body. Ecstasy
surged through him and he released.
When the shudders of climax died away, Ja-hun
peeled himself off Leelah’s back. He must be crushing her, and she
was supporting both their weight. Ja-hun pulled her around to face
him and held her close, his chin resting on the top of her
head.
The skirt of her ball gown fell back into
place, hiding her legs again, and the residue of their lovemaking.
His cum drying on her thighs marked her as his, at least for the
evening. And the thought excited him.
“Don’t clean up,” he whispered.
Leelah pulled away from his chest and looked
up at him with a grin. “All right. I won’t.” She tapped his chest
with her finger. “And you don’t wash your fingers so you smell like
me. Kidding. Sort of.”
“We should get back. Your father might worry
if he notices you missing.” He tipped her chin up with his finger
and kissed her mouth.
“My father’s in the middle of schmoozing with
the elite of the Federation. He’s not thinking about what I’m up
to.” Still, she adjusted her dress and smoothed her hair. “My hair
is probably wrecked.”
“It looks perfect. You look perfect.” He bent
and kissed her once more, tasting wine and strawberry lipshine.
Ja-hun left the storage room first, opening
the door and peering into the hallway before emerging. As he walked
with Leelah down the hall, he put a hand on her waist, wanting to
touch her for just a bit longer before he had to resume a
professional distance once again.
Back in the ballroom, she smiled at him
before heading toward the ladies room.
Ja-hun checked in with the Gravatz security
as well as the Blaines’s team. No one had anything out of the
ordinary to report.
Across the room, Leelah was back, every hair
in place as if nothing had happened, and talking to Danje. Ja-hun
didn’t feel a twist of jealousy this time. After their encounter in
the storeroom, it was clear she wanted him and not the Anuvian. He
felt warm and golden inside at the thought, as if she’d infused him
with a touch of her sunny personality.
Danje said something, Leelah nodded, and they
headed toward the doors leading out to the patio.
By the time Ja-hun had threaded his way
across the crowded ballroom, the pair was no longer in sight. They
hadn’t come back inside, and there were no formal gardens where
they might be walking. The only other place they might have gone
was around the side of the building to the lot where valets had
parked all the expensive vehicles.
Danje might have wanted to show Leelah
something in his car. Ja-hun didn’t want to guess what that might
be. The kernel of jealousy flickered back to life and burned sourly
in his gut.
As he walked toward the lot, Ja-hun passed
several guards. The grounds were completely secure. Leelah was as
safe as if she was in her father’s compound, yet Ja-hun felt a
growing sense of unease. The hair at his nape prickled, and an
inner voice clamored that something was wrong. Was it fear about
what “his girl” was doing in the dark with another man, or was it
natural instinct kicking in, that gut feeling which had kept him
alive more times than he could count?
He rounded the corner of the building and was
confronted by a shiny sea of cars. Halfway across the lot, Danje
was just opening the door of his Jet 150 and sliding inside. Leelah
was nowhere in sight, which meant she was already in the passenger
seat.
Ja-hun ran across the lot, dodging between
vehicles as he pulled his zynpher from its holster beneath
his jacket. He
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