Lunar Exposure (On the Hunt)

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Author: Shona Husk
Tags: Erótica
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    Decadent Moon was certainly named appropriately. There was no skimping on anything. He’d stuck his head in on one of the shows and seen more glittery flesh than he’d thought possible. If he wasn’t working…he adjusted himself and was glad for the loose clothing. He was feeling a bit like an APM newbie at his first space port. He’d been there, been plied with alcohol and sent off with an alien to lose his interspecies virginity.
    He took another sip of the drink he was nursing and let himself remember the good times instead of the discharge and stripping of rank that had resulted from the failed Solar Bird op. The Avarkian beer turned sweet and cloying on his tongue.
    So far, he’d failed to find Noga or any evidence of the prohibited firemoss—but it would take time to grow and be able to be picked up by heat scans. He’d checked his intel and it was still good. The word was Noga was undertaking business meetings here, looking for backers to help his fight—just not in any of the formal meeting rooms. Of course, if Noga had arrived and used his own name, he’d have been stopped instantly. Which meant fake name and fake face. But he knew the bastard was here somewhere. He wasn’t quite ready to hack the Moon’s systems or alert security yet.
    He checked his plex and watched his firemoss simulation run. He’d made several, but had discounted the rest. This one fitted the time line. Fitted the opened and closing of the dock. Stopping the destruction of the moon was the easy part. Catching Noga was much, much harder. Despite Noga claiming responsibility, no one had ever been able to finger him. He was slippery. Callen shoved his plex back in his pocket and stood. If he had to crawl through every bar, he would.
    Someone in red caught his eye and he let his gaze linger.
    Haliday Fisher looked barely dressed and barely able to stand. It had been a while since he’d been home to Lekithia and the sight of another Phrial gave him an equal shot of homesickness and lust. Who was he kidding? She wouldn’t talk to him. He didn’t have the required chit balance. She took a seat alone and acted as though she was fiddling with her palm-sized plex . No doubt she was updating her status and letting all her followers know what she was up to.
    Getting drunk at the Aqua Bar LOL. Wish u were here XX.
    His gaze traveled down her exposed spine and took in the pattern of her tri-clustered spots. The dimples at the back of her hips were just visible. His tongue darted over his lip as he imagined kissing there. It had been too long between homeports.
    The curve of her cheek was highlighted by the blue lights, her dark eye makeup taking on an exotic look. What would she look like without it? Without the dresses and the makeup and chits, would she be just another face in the crowd? One he wouldn’t look at twice? Who cared, she was hot, she was the same species and right now that made things simple. He liked simple.
    Because she wasn’t watching him, he kept watching her and he realized she was watching someone else. He walked around the curving bench seat to realign his view. Just on the other side of the tank, almost out of view in a dark corner, were an orange-skinned Ortin and a Dooraump . His heart gave a solid thump that felt like a punch to the chest. Noga? How had he missed that table? Easy. Decadent Moon had many dark corners to encourage liaisons. However, the men weren’t even touching.
    Why would Haliday Fisher be watching those men? Chits was the obvious answer.
    He let his gaze drift admiringly over the tank, yet kept the men in his peripheral. Two men talking was nothing, but…a tingle ran down his back, lifting the spines that only the male Phrials had. The Ortin s’ homeworld had once been bought, their planet taken for profits, and yet now they were influential and wealthy. They’d turned the situation in their favor and without violence, if history was to be believed. The Ortin man was also a very

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