She shivered. “Reality has to start sometime. You have to go on your assignments, and I have to figure out what comes next.”
He sighed. “Fine, but stay in town. I will send you funds to keep you going.”
She swallowed. “That isn’t why I did this, Salat.”
He smiled. “I know, but if I want you where I can find you, I am more than willing to pay for the pleasure. I can send you the bounty on the active you killed. That should help you buy a house.”
She blinked. “What?”
“He was worth two hundred thousand.” He stroked his hand down to her breasts and moved shortly after to follow his slight touch with his mouth.
She heard a humming sound outside. “What is that noise?”
“Delivery drones. They are dropping clothing and your vehicle.” He kept his attention focused on where he was. He preferred the right. She shifted to her back, and he smiled and moved across her. His thigh pressed between hers, and as he took in the calming chemicals she had dumped into the milk, he moved his thigh to press against her clit. She moaned and held tight to his head, her fingers urging him closer.
They flexed and strained together until she let out an imperceptible shiver. She felt his grin, and he continued to move between them.
She came twice more due to the steady pressure, and when she moaned, “Salat,” the final time, he raised his head, and when he kissed, she got a rush of her own product. It was calming and would help her reflexes.
Bots started to whir along and brought a stack of clothing and a backpack.
He sighed. “So, a quick shower, and then, we part paths for a while.”
She nodded. “Good, I am beyond sticky.”
Khytten tried to sit up, but she was pinned by his head and torso. “Are you going to let me up?”
He groaned. “Fine. I am being picked up in two hours, so I will escort you as far as I can.”
She blinked. “You are going?”
“I am. Aksalla calls, and I answer. I will be back here as soon as I can.”
She nodded. This was what she wanted. Her freedom and his departure. Right?
The shower was slow and sweet. He washed every inch of her thoroughly; his fingers didn’t miss a thing.
When he finished drying her hair, she turned and tried to wrap her hands around his cock. “Well, I can see the difficulty.”
He chuckled. “I am surprised you are looking. I thought you were going to continue averting your eyes.”
“It is more normal-sized than it feels.”
He laughed. “It feels bigger when I am inside you?”
“For a moment when you enter, it feels like you will split me apart. Can I get dressed now?”
His eyes had narrowed, and he leaned in. “You are teasing me.”
She smiled. “Yes. I get the feeling you don’t get that much.”
“No, I do not. I am deciding whether or not I like it or want to act on it.”
“If you are going, I need to get on the road, wherever the road is.”
He sighed. “Fine. I will remember the teasing the next time I book a date.”
Her eyes widened. “You are still going to book me?”
“As long as you are on her roster, you can be requested by other patrons unless you are marked as exclusive. So, I have signed an exclusive contract for you while you are listed, and when you get your com back, I suggest that you agree to it.” He stroked her cheek. “The terms are generous, and Blind Date’s legal team has already authorized it.”
She blinked. “Exclusive... I...”
He smiled. “Get dressed. At least your motives for doing this are simply survival. I don’t have to worry about you being some sultry spy out to snare me.”
“They have tried that?”
“A few times. They are always... a bit surprised when I try and take them up on it.”
She snorted, stroked her fingers down his erection, and turned to look at her clothing.
He grabbed her and pulled her against his body. “Teasing kitten.”
“Just a little bit. It will probably increase as our association goes on.”
He laughed. “Get dressed. Everything should fit. They were taken from your scans.”
“Was there a healer here?”
“Yes. She’s very good. I have used her when I needed to be patched up now and again.”
She put on the miniscule thong while he sat on the edge of the bed and watched her get dressed. The nursing bra was lovely and made her mourn the torn and stained gown that she had lost. The leather pants were snug but nipped in at the waist. It was a custom fit.
“Where the hell do you get custom-fit clothing on such short notice?”
She pulled on a silky black tee and slid the outer casing of black leather over her. She could feel the armour segments in the jacket. The socks were fluffy and white with cartoon kittens, and the boots were knee-high and tight-laced.
“I look like a fetish doll for guys who like cycles.” She sighed and braided her hair quickly.
He grabbed her and pressed his face between her breasts. The scooped neckline of the tee was no barrier to him. He pulled her against him, and she knelt on the bed on either side of his hips. She held his head, and they just held onto the moment. This wasn’t sex. This was connection.
He got into his car, and she started the cycle. The moment they had exited the house, she knew where they were. She was forty-five minutes from the city.
She nodded to him and pulled on her helmet. The backpack had her expressing kit and a cooling unit. If she could do it on her own terms with her own equipment, she had a bit more control, and she teared up inside the helmet when it was clear that he knew it.
Control of her own body had always been lacking.
She roared down his drive, and he followed
