I snuggle closer against him as his other arm pulls me in tight. “I wish you didn’t have to leave.”
“I’m more concerned about leaving you here, alone in a city with gangs and the Brotherhood.”
“You mean to tell me there’s no Brotherhood left on Zyan?”
“I did not say that. But I will worry about you no matter where you are.”
“The area’s safe enough. Besides, I have my gun.”
“If you were injured here while you are alone, no one would know.”
I place my hand on his chest as I climb atop him, the sheets falling to the side. “My fellow agents would look for me. We watch out for each other that way.”
“I do not know these males.”
“I didn’t say they were all males. You already met Donna while working the toy drive. She was my backup.”
“She was not there to protect you when thieves broke in.”
“That was my fault, not hers. I sent her off to well… follow you for a bit. Admittedly, she lost you. Couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“I did not wish to be seen. She is otherwise competent?”
“Yes. Look, Nikkov, we both have to learn not to worry so much when the other’s on a mission. You’ll have to trust me and my team just as I’ll have to trust you and GI6.”
“I trust you.”
“But?”
“I don’t trust the others to protect you as I would.”
“There’s an office party at work. Would meeting the other agents make you feel better?”
“Yes, it will ease my mind to know who you depend on when I’m not here.”
“I depend on myself. I have backup when warranted. Do you? I haven’t seen another zyanthan warrior with you.”
“A valid point. I work alone except in exceedingly high-risk situations.”
He lifts me easily, impaling me with one perfect thrust.
“I will attend this party with you, to see these other agents and learn their worth.”
I’m still not sure introducing him to my co-workers is the best idea, but I don’t want him worrying about me when he’s working. Distraction like that can get an agent killed.
“I will meet the Earth intelligence agents, ensure they are qualified to watch out for you.”
I start moving, finding a rhythm and angle that hits all the right spots. Thoughts of other agents disappear completely when I’m with Nikkov. That’s how quickly and easily I lose myself in him.
When I lean forward and capture his lips, he thrusts his pleasure cock inside me. My body shudders with fire, and when I sink down, he rolls me under him, devouring me completely leaving me boneless, aching for more, always wanting more… with my Nikkov.
From the nightstand, his comm vibrates in three short bursts. “Vekk, I need to take this. High priority.”
I smooth back his hair and circle his horn. “Are you sure?”
“That I want to take it? No. But I must. Three short bursts mean high priority.” With a quick lick of my nipple, he stands and picks up his comm. I dress as he reads, swapping out my usual jeans and sweater for a long, flashy dress, one I kept from my op.
In between reading whatever is on his comm, his eyes fall to me, probably more than they should. His horns curve back and his eyes light. There’s no question. I’m definitely distracting him. I smile, thoroughly enjoying how he loves my curves.
