Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Just a quickie,” he says.
I stare at him. “That was just a quickie?”
“Sure. We usually mate for hours, but they’re going to wonder where I am, and orientation can only take so long. We should both get cleaned up.”
I need another bath. I am slaked with sweat from both our bodies, not to mention the juices that coat my thighs. His cum is everywhere. I feel it up inside me, tingling deep in my sex. I am going to be feeling the effects of this tryst for a long time.
“Are we going to… I mean…”
I don’t know how to ask him what this means. Guys in my experience don’t like to be asked what impromptu sex means, because it usually means nothing at all. So I stop asking and instead I just follow his lead. I seem to still be employed, and the odds of that happening seemed slim.
Cir is tucking his cocks away. That’s the one thing that links human men and alien bosses. They both have the ability to ravage a helpless female subordinate and act as though it never happened.
He takes me by the hand and kneels in front of me. I am so distracted by orgasm, aftermath, and the practicalities of bath that at first I do not register the significance of the gesture.
“Jessica,” he says. “Will you marry me?”
“What?” I am shocked by the question. “Are you serious?”
With Cir on his knee, we are almost at equal eye height. “You are the first creature I have mated with in many years. My attraction to you is intense. I must have you for my own. I must keep you always. Make this easier and agree to dedicate your life to me.”
I stare into his gorgeous alien gaze, feeling his alien cum dripping down my inner thighs. There’s only one answer I can give.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” he praises me, dropping a kiss on the back of my hand. He stands up, dwarfing me once more. “Now, we still have to get some work done. We can plan our engagement along the way.”
I guess that’s the end of this wild romantic interlude for now. Business has reasserted itself.
“We’re really engaged? It’s that fast? Usually men have to be bribed, guilted, or trapped into a proposal.”
“We are truly engaged,” he assures me. “Our love will not be denied, but it must be deferred. Diplomacy is afoot, and I will need your expertise.”
“Of course,” I say, having almost completely forgotten that I have a job to do. I have no idea if this engagement will last any longer than the job, but I plan to continue to enjoy both.
3 TROUBLE AT THE OFFICE
Jessica
I’m dressed in science clothes, a white sort of robe dress that stops at my knees, and a laboratory coat that goes almost to the same length. Long white boots come up above my knees and cover my skin, but I still feel nearly naked because I am not wearing any underwear at all. Beneath the skirt and the lab coat, my thighs and alien-ravaged sex are naked and tender. Every step reminds me of what we did, of the way it felt to be stretched twice at the same time around my alien boss.
Cir is dressed in human attire again. It has been expertly tailored to his alien body, but it still looks a little strange on him because of the way his scaled and beautiful skin looks emerging from it at his cuffs and collar. It is such a pity for him to be so covered up. I almost say that out loud as we are walking down one of the halls of Eros Station. I am following in his wake, because I don’t know where I’m going, really, and because I am guessing he does not want what we just did to be public knowledge. Enlightened aliens aren’t supposed to fuck their employees, I’m guessing.
He seems so stern and straitlaced, in his current incarnation.
Cir. That’s his fucking name. Thank god I remembered that. Having his name fucked all the way out of my head was not a good look. I’m supposed to be marrying this guy. I wonder what a Cupid wedding is like.
“Now, of course, as an advanced scientist, you’ll be more than familiar with the biological algorithms that underpin all life,” he says as we enter the office.
“Uh huh. Sure.Yes.”
It’s going to be even harder to scam my way through this now that I like the guy. The stakes are higher than ever. I figured I’d take what I could get before the whole thing went to shit, but now I’m kind of invested in staying here for as long as possible. Because reasons.
“You’re going to be working directly beneath me,” he says. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s saying. That’s a double entendre. “Today we’re looking at the human genome and seeing if we can breed the dishonesty out of it.”