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had been left behind nearly a year ago with
the flowers at President Orch’s grave on Canus Delta.
    But
as this very hot woman took possession of both his mouth and common
sense, guiding his hand along the silken skin of her thigh and urging
it under the hem of her skirt to her bare ass cheek, all thoughts of
the QAL objective were lost. What was left of any logic got carried
away with the blood rushing to his groin. There was only lust and
heat and a human woman dry humping him in public. It had been so damn
long since Dallas had allowed himself even one moment of pleasure.
Cold, hard guilt had been the only thing keeping him company at
night.
    Here,
in the lull before the storm of duty hit, he could lose himself in
all her sweet softness. Of its own accord, his free hand smoothed up
her torso and molded around her ample breast, the nipple beading
beneath his palm. He barely registered the honking horns of luna
crystal cabs or the appreciative whistles of the life forms forced to
move around them.
    She
pulled from the kiss and dropped her thigh, but kept her body pressed
to his. “That ought to prove I’m not some Braugtot in
drag. And since you’re obviously interested,” she pressed
her stomach against his erection, “why don’t we find that private party spot?”
    Training
had his gaze sweeping the street. Nothing seemed out of place. Not
that he expected there to be. They were still a day away from the Hij’Rozhod ’s arrival. The QAL may not know what he
looked like or even what species he was, but there was no doubt their
intel was right. The assassin, who’s title translated to “Mist
of Death”, got his name not only from his uncanny ability to
take out presidents and prime ministers beneath the watchful eyes of
their security detail, but to escape without leaving any trace of his
existence. Save for the trail of fourteen bodies left in his or
her wake over the last four years, no one knew anything about the
murderer. With the human ambassador’s inauguration in less than
a week, QAL had no doubt the traitor was planning a move. If Hij’Rozhod didn’t change his MO, Dallas and his
team were banking on it happening at the actual ceremony, in front of
billions of inhabitants. If everything came together they’d
have someone on the inside by then.
    “ Hey,
Earth to Dallas.” She laid her palm on his chest. “Where
are you?”
    He
smiled down at her. Damn she was beautiful. All that blonde
hair falling in kinky little waves over the fur coat and flimsy top.
A top that barely contained her breasts with their tight little
nipples. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think she was
as horny as him. But of course he was only projecting. She was faking
her desire as obviously as the working woman persona.
Whatever. He’d play this out as far as she’d let him.
    “ I
was just looking for the perfect secluded spot,” Dallas lied.
“I think I know somewhere three doors down.” This time,
with his hand curved possessively around her hip, he guided her
through the crowded sidewalk. He hadn’t needed to search for a
quiet place to take her. Dallas had committed to memory every
business, every side street and every back alley within a five-block
radius of the tavern. If Hij’Rozhod tried to find a
hiding place, they’d hunt him down like a pack of hungry
jackals. Because at the moment that’s how Dallas felt—jumpy
and ready to kill.
    At
the next corner, Dallas turned right down a small street. The crowd
thinned considerably. The blackened windows of the abandoned store
fronts along this street reflected the blurred images of the two of
them as they moved quickly. The woman’s hand had snaked into
the back pocket of his jeans, and even through the material the heat
of it seared into his skin. Damn, he needed this.
    Another
quick left and he was guiding her down a back alley where nothing
moved save for the velgir rodents scurrying for scraps of food. They
sidestepped a Ka’al, passed out against the