“Leo,” she cried out, the enjoyable sensations sapping any inclination to fight his dominance.Each touch was so good.The swell of pleasure grew and expanded until she thought she’d explode, unable to contain all the emotions within her physical shape.Leo withdrew, thrust and hit her clit at the perfect angle to make her implode with ecstasy.The blissful feelings tingled and sparkled inside her for long, long moments, and once they started to ebb, the tension released from her muscles.
“You look beautiful when you come.”
Her eyes snapped open, and heat collected in her cheeks.The knowledge that he’d watched her throughout brought a rush of vulnerability.“I…don’t look at me.”
“Why?”He stroked into her, lazy and unhurried, then withdrew to repeat the move.
A shudder took her, another low-level climax already starting to build.A shocked gasp escaped her, and his eyes narrowed.
“Something wrong?”
“I’m going to come again.”
His grin was a flash of sharp white teeth.His thrusts continued but at a faster pace.
She hadn’t seen him smile before.No, that wasn’t true.She’d seen him smile once in the market—her first glimpse of him.She stared and thought she saw something spark in his eyes before he closed them and shut her out.
His thrusts were rapid now, and she gripped his shoulders, raised her hips, and strained for her second climax.It burst over her, sharp and quick but still breath-stealing.Leo came with a shout, the wash of his seed warm in her quim.
Amazing,she thought.Her senses worked better on the dreamscape.Everything was brighter and sharper, the scents evocative while the feelings lingered because her backside still throbbed from Leo’s hand.
Leo pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot where shoulder and neck met, this time giving her a hint of teeth.The man seemed fascinated with that particular part of her, and she had to admit his raspy licks and nibbles pushed a raft of agreeable sensations to the fore.He could do that as long as he wanted.
He kissed her without haste.The kiss was sexy.It was passionate and pulled an appreciative groan from deep in her chest.She closed her eyes to concentrate on the sensations and felt as if she were flying.
Leo lifted his mouth, and she smiled.Her body jerked, and she was conscious of dropping, falling.A thump.Her eyes flew open, and she found herself on the white tiled floor of her small bedroom in Spiderus Mansion.
A dream.
A visit to the dreamscape.
She pushed to her feet, aware of a smarting on her buttocks.She rubbed them and gave a rueful grimace.While she’d dreamed of Leo spanking her, the bruises would come from her tumble to the floor.
In the distance, a timepiece chimed, and she realized it was almost morn.
“Lights on.Half power,” she mumbled in defense against the blinding illumination.The purity of the white fried her gaze, and she squinted while she donned her robe.
As she hurried to prepare Iseult’s morning meal, she wondered what the dream meant.Had she truly visited the dreamscape, or had her guilty conscience come into play because Leo Mitchell’s inevitable death weighed on her mind?
The Dalcon spaceport was crazy busy.Leo Mitchell scanned the crowds of locals and alien tourists who thronged the arrival hall and toyed with the idea of hitting someone.Perhaps one of the big red dudes with swirling tentacles around their heads.Their meaty fists looked as if they could do some damage.If he were injured or unconscious, he’d have a good excuse to miss his appointment.
Leo pondered his scheme and dragged his hand through his hair, pausing as his fingers met a hat.Oh yeah.He’d shaved off his long locks.Scowling, he straightened his cap.
Hell.This picking a fight was looking better and better.How hard would they hit?A black eye, a wired jaw, a plethora of bruises decorating his body.He imagined the repercussions, and his shoulders slumped.He had to keep his word because he needed the final payment to get the farming side of their enterprise fully operational.
No alternative.
Leo hefted a backpack over one shoulder and navigated a path through the mass of travelers.He circled the Red Mumber males despite the urge to lash out and punch them in their muscled midriffs.Innocents.They didn’t deserve his problems heaped on their heads, not after he’d walked into the trap under his own steam.
Beware of petite women bearing gifts.
His mouth twisted as he dodged two upright aliens with pale-blue skin.That was one gift horse he should’ve punched in the mouth.Worse, he’d fucked her in his dreams last night, spanked her pert arse because she hadn’t focused on him.
Weird.
He wanted to hate her—hell, most of the time he did detest her—but in his dreams he fucked her and enjoyed the experience.All kinds of messed up.A shrink would have a fun party with that screwed-up scenario.
He sidestepped a kid—at least he thought it was a child—as the hard-shelled creature scuttled past on all fours.One last meeting.All he had to do was endure this last session with Iseult Orna, collect her money, and head back to the resort, a man free of obligations.
