how much that confession bothered him. “A current lover?”
“No,” she replied in a breathy whisper.
He released a pent-up breath. “This assignment won’t change anything. When it’s over, I walk away.”
“I’m sure you’ll limp away.” A wicked grin stole across her face.
“Limp?”
“Sure.” She winked. “I’ll have worn you out.”
Holt narrowed his eyes. He often didn’t know how to take Rebecca. Most of the men loved her. They didn’t take her seriously and thought she was fun—one of the guys. He was never sure whether she was kidding or not. “You can give it your best shot.”
“I intend to.”
* * * * *
Hot water streamed over his body but it didn’t ease the torment of his flesh. He had no idea how he would manage to live through the next few days. He shouldn’t have kissed Rebecca. It was a mistake. If he’d had any idea she would trigger his mating hormones, he wouldn’t have.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his hand slid across his abs to encircle his cock. He was hard and aching. His hand loosened as it slid along his ultrasensitive frissions . His body had chosen his mate and there was no reversing it. Unfortunately for him, Rebecca would never willingly submit to the Cragon conversion and he couldn’t force her.
Closing his eyes, he pictured Rebecca’s smiling face, her twinkling eyes. He pumped harder as he visualized licking her full, rosy lips. Her dark eyes softened as her hands reached for him.
He rocked to the balls of his feet as pleasure washed over him. He tugged twice more before leaning heavily against the shower wall. His balls still ached with a need he was unable to satisfy.
Turning off the water, he opened the door and grabbed a towel. He would take this assignment because he had no choice. He would revel in every moment he had with Rebecca for it would have to last him a lifetime. Once the assignment was complete, he would ask for a transfer. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that if he had to work with Rebecca every day, eventually he’d snap and force the conversion on her. Once converted, she’d submit to his every sexual whim but Rebecca wasn’t submissive by nature and she’d hate him for it. Her hatred was not something he could bear.
* * * * *
Rebecca’s foot tapped nervously as she watched the vid screen. She gulped her cold nutrish -shake as the action on the screen heated up. “ Jesper’s Galaxy, what have I agreed to?” Could she really go through with this? Sexing it up with Holt wasn’t a problem but doing it in front of an instructor wasn’t really her thing.
She shivered as she remembered the rough texture of his tongue. Lord! She could get used to that tongue laving all her body parts. Looking up info on Cragons and frissions was next on her agenda.
Chapter Two
“Have you made a decision?” The words left his mouth as soon as he entered her high-rise box. Holt hadn’t slept all night and now that he was here, he couldn’t wait any longer. It didn’t help that Rebecca was wearing a low-cut, clingy blouse that showed off the pale perfection of her breasts.
A smile curled her lips. “You cut right to the chase, don’t you?”
He shrugged. “Maverick needs to know about the assignment.”
“Is that all you care about—the assignment?”
Relaxing his stance, he allowed his gaze to travel over her. His blood heated. “No,” he admitted.
“Good.” She held out her hand. “Let’s talk.”
He grasped her fingers and felt a shock of sensation. He’d always avoided touching Rebecca, subconsciously he must have known how he’d react to her. She led him to a seating area and he sat on the couch, pulling her down next to him. She sprawled awkwardly and her short skirt rose, revealing tempting glances of her upper thighs. Her legs weren’t long but they were shapely. The scent of female arousal flavored the air. He couldn’t wait to discover if she tasted as sweet as she smelled. “Did you watch the clip on Sexual
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