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watching her, noting her schedule and looking for a time to get her alone.
    Despite their earlier conversation, it seemed tonight wouldn’t be the night.
    Naked except for the towel he was using to rub his wet head, Seling bumped his way out of the bathroom at the same time as the trailer door opened.  
    “Seling?” The door banged shut behind Cali, who froze when she saw him. “Oh.”
    Seling blinked in surprise, hooking the towel around his neck and holding the ends. “Cali. You finished the shot?”  
    She looked tired, but still sexy. She wore jeans and a creamy white shirt with a light jacket over the top. Her headset hung around her neck and the battery pack weighed down one side of her waistband, exposing a strip of brown skin.  
    “I—yes. Actually, they did it in one take and it was spectacular, but I had to take a call from Margo.” She took a deep breath. “Are you going to put on some clothes?”
    Seling looked down at his naked body. “I’m still wet.”
    “You’re distracting me. Get dressed.”
    “What do you mean, distracting?” Seling grinned. Maybe tonight was the night after all.  
    “You know what I mean.”
    “I don’t. At my home I spend most of my time naked.”
    “That must be fun for the girls, but you’re in the middle of a human city, so—”
    “I don’t care about girls.” Seling took a step, then another, Cali’s body tensing a little bit more with each move he made. “But grown females, females who want to receive and give pleasure, interest me very much.”
    “Are you hitting on me?”
    Seling jerked back, confused as to why she would ask that when he clearly wasn’t hitting her and wouldn’t, unless that was her kink of choice. Then he remembered that was a way of asking if he was trying to entice her to bed.
    “Yes, I am hitting you.”
    “Hitting on. Hitting on me, and we can’t do this.”
    “We can. I’ll show you.” Seling grabbed her hips. A shudder went though her and Cali closed her eyes, licking her lips.  
    “We can, but we shouldn’t.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it’s unprofessional, because it might mess up the movie, because—”
    Seling kissed her. Fusing their lips together, Seling used his hips to push her back against the door. His cock swelled on contact with her body and he felt the heat of her skin, even through her clothes. He’d had sex in his human body a few times—for scientific purposes, of course—but he never remembered this electric thrill. His need for her was not just a heavy ache in his loins, but seemed to lick across his skin like fire.
    Fire was something he knew.
    Fire was something he liked.
    She jerked her head away, panting. Seling gave her a moment to breathe, deciding to take that opportunity to slip his hand under her shirt, roaming up her chest to cup her breast, which was encased in silky smooth fabric.
    “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you like, what you want.”
    “I can’t think when you do that.”
    “What? This?” He rubbed the tip of her breast with his thumb and felt the nipple pebble behind the barrier of fabric.  
    “God, yes, that.”
    “Don’t think, just talk. Tell me what you prefer. Do you like to be bound, give up control?” She twitched in his arms, turning wide eyes on him. “Do you like pain, whips?” He pinched her nipple, increasing the pressure until her eyes closed in surrender. “Maybe you want me to fuck you in the water, making you come before you surface for air. Or do you like to be in charge, acting like the goddess you are?”
    Seling himself was panting after that, and Cali was rubbing her hips against his cock. Normally he could tell by a female’s reaction to his words what she preferred, but Cali seemed to react to everything.
    He hoped that meant she would let him do anything he wanted to her.
    “Seling, I don’t know. None of it, all of it, it shouldn’t matter. We’re not going to have sex.”
    “If you don’t want me, say so. If you really