When he touched her, it seemed like the most logical thing in the world. When she looked in his eyes, he was everything that should terrify her and everything that didn’t.
Khytten was screwed.
Chapter Fourteen
“So, when are you going to bring me back?” She leaned forward on his shoulder, and her body fought for air. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex.’’
“Today. Perhaps tomorrow.” He lifted her chin. “Certainly, eventually.”
She felt the rub of his cheek against hers and responded. “I need to restart my life again. Depending on how much press was out about my abduction, I might have to switch cities.”
His kneading hands tensed on her. “What do you mean?”
“Businesses that handle financial information don’t like it when their employees make the papers. They certainly don’t like it when their employees return and are followed by the press.”
He frowned. “What will you do?”
“Well, thanks to my involvement with the Blind Date Corporation, I have the ability to start over. It will tap me out, but I will be able to start over again in another place where folks don’t know who I am. I have done it a few times.”
He stroked her neck. “You aren’t thinking of getting away from me, are you?”
She looked at him and shook her head. “I am going to be out of the city. Out of your life. You can find another woman with attributes similar to mine and go balls deep into her.”
He growled. “These are not statements you should be making if you want me to return you to the city.”
Khytten chuckled. “I believe in honesty. You will forget about me when you meet someone else.”
“And you?”
“Will learn how to serve coffee or tea or something.” She shrugged. “I just need to get by.”
“What about the children you care for?”
“It is constantly a changing thing. Sometimes I get repeats; other times, it is a new infant who grips my fingertip in their own. There are always children rejected by their own. I will just go looking wherever I end up.”
He nodded. “Isn’t it a breach of contract to move without notice while you are an active escort?”
She blinked. “How do you know... Zera will probably let me free.”
“Yes, but your patrons need to agree if there has been no breach of their conduct.”
“I don’t have any regular patrons. I had two curiosities and... well... you. One date on the books is hardly a patron who will miss me.”
He wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her head back. “Repeat after me. Salat. Will. Miss. Me.”
She felt her eyes widen in surprise. “Salat will miss me.”
“Say it again and use your name where it should be.”
She blushed. “Salat will miss Khytten.”
“When I heard your name, I couldn’t believe my luck. A kitten of my own.” He nuzzled her cheek.
“I am sure that that isn’t how the contracts work.”
He grinned. “They are open to interpretation.”
“I am sure that they aren’t.” She reached out and stroked his cheek. “Salat?”
He smiled. “It sounds good when you say it; it will sound better if you scream it, kitten.”
She looked away. “I am not planning on screaming anything.”
“That will make it all the sweeter.”
He picked her up with his hands on her butt and his cock still lodged inside her. Every step was pleasurable torture, and when he turned and dropped onto the bed, she was astride him. Her eyes were wide, and she braced herself on his heavily muscled chest. His hands started to move her, and her senses started to spin.
He helped her to the edge, and then, he stopped.
She blinked and looked at him in shock.
He was breathing heavily, and he asked, “What do you want?”
“More.” She ran her hands over all of his available skin. “I want more, Salat.”
He shuddered as she whispered his name. “Then, get it yourself, kitten.”
She grabbed his hands and put them on her breasts while she slowly tried to mimic the rhythm he had had going. He pulled her down to him and kissed her as she moved faster and harder. Just as she was about to cum, he rolled, pinning her to the bed and kissing her slowly. Her arms were held up and away from her over her head while he began a slow and steady thrust and retreat that was driving her insane with his care and deliberation.
He released her arms, and she held him as he provided her with slow undulating thrusts that stroked every inch of her internally. She shuddered, she gasped, she moaned, and then, she heard the whisper, “Say my name, kitten.”
She blinked and groaned. “Salat.”
He nipped her neck while he worked into her. “Again.”
“Salat.”
He coaxed her to the edge of release, and then, he bit her shoulder hard.
“Ah! Salat!” She screamed as the bite caused a wave of pain that was just what she needed to send her over the edge. She bucked, she thrashed, she moaned, and she held onto him while her body went insane.
She heard his triumphant shout, but she didn’t care. Her body was wrapped in a golden cloud, and her mind was floating with it. She slowly lowered the legs that had locked around him and ran her inner thighs along his outer thighs.
He sighed happily. “That was as amazing as I had imagined. I like hearing my name from you, kitten.”
She swallowed. “I certainly got that impression.”
He gave her a look.
She stroked his head and brought his mouth to hers. “I got that impression, Salat.”
The kiss was sweet, and it made her heart ache. If she had remained un-activated, she could have had a normal man and a normal family and a normal life. A single fat tear slid down her temple.
The kiss continued for minutes, and then, he rolled to one side, taking her with him. He slid
