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for breakfast.”
“Hang on, Marcus.”
He turned back to face her as she hurried toward him and rose up on her tiptoes.
“Good morning to you too.”
Her kiss wasn’t a peck—it scorched him thoroughly as she massaged his lips with hers. They were firm and possessive, and his entire body reacted. When he opened to her with a moan she sipped at his tongue, every movement an erotic statement of ownership. One he welcomed.
Finally, Dria pulled away, her skin a rosy shade of pink and her nipples strawberry buds of sensual delight. “That should keep you going until later.”
Then she turned away and favored him with a view of her dimpled buttocks. His groin tightened further, but he retreated to his own room. He had some thinking and planning to do, and while a naked Dria cavorted in front of him, all he could concentrate on was her.
* * * *
Dria let the water course over her naked and very aroused body. She wished Marcus had stayed, but of course, he was right. They both had things to do.
Her body continued to pulse but the urgency had drained away. Dria ignored it as best she could, until the rasp of the loofah over her breasts created a delightful friction. “Oooh...” Excitement welled again and she hissed.
She braced both hands on the wall of the shower, dropped her head forward, and breathed deeply as she ignored the hunger. It didn’t work.
“Drop water temperature fifteen degrees.”
The temperature drop left her shivering, but achieved the result she was seeking. Dria searched for focus as she exhaled.
“Need to track down the buyers. Follow them back to any associates. There must be something.” But so far, they hadn’t found anything. Why? What were they missing?
“Water off.” She stepped from the stall, reached for the towel hanging on the rail, and wiped the droplets from her body.
The light on the screen switched on and off, capturing her attention. Dria reached for the mini-comp.
“Matches found,” the disembodied voice of the computer echoed.
“Thank you!” She snatched it up and headed for the door, ready to show Marcus, when she realized she was still naked. “Oh, you have to be kidding me.”
Dria quickly authorized a backup as she donned clothing. A pale pair of pants and lightweight blouse were lying over the back of the chair, ready for her to wear to today’s official engagements. She’d rather climb into her exercise clothing, but this was the first to hand. She shoved her feet into pumps and headed for the door, scooping up the mini-comp as she moved.
The door opened without a sound and she slipped through.
In the corridor, Simpson, one of Marcus’s many assistants waited. “Can I be of service, Turana ?”
“Oh, yes. I’m looking for the commander. I’ve received important information that will hopefully help us conclude this mission.”
Simpson’s face changed. In an instant it morphed from young and guileless to twisted and angry.
Dria couldn’t help herself. She backed up. “ Simpson? ”
“You’re too damned clever for your own good. All we needed was another few days, and we’d have finally managed to destroy the Accord.” The guileless look returned. “You’re going for a visit, Turana .” He slapped a transmitter to her shirt, and while she tried to remove it, he tugged a tiny remote from his pocket and depressed the button with a smile.
“ Marcus! ” Even as she screamed, the world turned black.
* * * *
The tiny tracker app Marcus had downloaded to his chrono blared.
“Dria!” He shoved back from the table and through the door, his feet pounding on the tiled floor as he headed to her room. “Dria? Dammit, answer me.”
If the app on his chrono was right though, she was gone. He’d set it to alert him to a transmission. Gone! He searched her rooms while his heartrate spiked.
He tugged the mini-comp from his pocket as his mind worked through how this could have happened. He called up the location of all his people. Everyone
“Hang on, Marcus.”
He turned back to face her as she hurried toward him and rose up on her tiptoes.
“Good morning to you too.”
Her kiss wasn’t a peck—it scorched him thoroughly as she massaged his lips with hers. They were firm and possessive, and his entire body reacted. When he opened to her with a moan she sipped at his tongue, every movement an erotic statement of ownership. One he welcomed.
Finally, Dria pulled away, her skin a rosy shade of pink and her nipples strawberry buds of sensual delight. “That should keep you going until later.”
Then she turned away and favored him with a view of her dimpled buttocks. His groin tightened further, but he retreated to his own room. He had some thinking and planning to do, and while a naked Dria cavorted in front of him, all he could concentrate on was her.
* * * *
Dria let the water course over her naked and very aroused body. She wished Marcus had stayed, but of course, he was right. They both had things to do.
Her body continued to pulse but the urgency had drained away. Dria ignored it as best she could, until the rasp of the loofah over her breasts created a delightful friction. “Oooh...” Excitement welled again and she hissed.
She braced both hands on the wall of the shower, dropped her head forward, and breathed deeply as she ignored the hunger. It didn’t work.
“Drop water temperature fifteen degrees.”
The temperature drop left her shivering, but achieved the result she was seeking. Dria searched for focus as she exhaled.
“Need to track down the buyers. Follow them back to any associates. There must be something.” But so far, they hadn’t found anything. Why? What were they missing?
“Water off.” She stepped from the stall, reached for the towel hanging on the rail, and wiped the droplets from her body.
The light on the screen switched on and off, capturing her attention. Dria reached for the mini-comp.
“Matches found,” the disembodied voice of the computer echoed.
“Thank you!” She snatched it up and headed for the door, ready to show Marcus, when she realized she was still naked. “Oh, you have to be kidding me.”
Dria quickly authorized a backup as she donned clothing. A pale pair of pants and lightweight blouse were lying over the back of the chair, ready for her to wear to today’s official engagements. She’d rather climb into her exercise clothing, but this was the first to hand. She shoved her feet into pumps and headed for the door, scooping up the mini-comp as she moved.
The door opened without a sound and she slipped through.
In the corridor, Simpson, one of Marcus’s many assistants waited. “Can I be of service, Turana ?”
“Oh, yes. I’m looking for the commander. I’ve received important information that will hopefully help us conclude this mission.”
Simpson’s face changed. In an instant it morphed from young and guileless to twisted and angry.
Dria couldn’t help herself. She backed up. “ Simpson? ”
“You’re too damned clever for your own good. All we needed was another few days, and we’d have finally managed to destroy the Accord.” The guileless look returned. “You’re going for a visit, Turana .” He slapped a transmitter to her shirt, and while she tried to remove it, he tugged a tiny remote from his pocket and depressed the button with a smile.
“ Marcus! ” Even as she screamed, the world turned black.
* * * *
The tiny tracker app Marcus had downloaded to his chrono blared.
“Dria!” He shoved back from the table and through the door, his feet pounding on the tiled floor as he headed to her room. “Dria? Dammit, answer me.”
If the app on his chrono was right though, she was gone. He’d set it to alert him to a transmission. Gone! He searched her rooms while his heartrate spiked.
He tugged the mini-comp from his pocket as his mind worked through how this could have happened. He called up the location of all his people. Everyone
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