Page 25 of Protected By the Alien Privateer

Light dawned. “My hand down your pants.”

“Well, I mean,” she spluttered. “Yes. That.”

They swerved around a young couple who’d stopped at a stall selling the alien version of shaved ice.

“I remember you riding my hand.” He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I remember making you come and tasting you on my fingers.”

Lis turned bright red, her hand clenching around his. “I remember that, too.” She gave him a crooked grin. “You want to do it again? I mean, we’re headed to the clinic, anyway.”

“Hells, yes.” He pulled her to a stop, his hands on her shoulders, and rested his forehead against hers. “I will love you until the last star flickers in the sky, my beautiful mate. And if you want to spend that time locked in a closet with me, I am beyond happy to do just that.”

“You’re such a poet.” She took a deep breath, breathing his scent, letting it ground her. “I love you, Nox, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then grabbed her hand and dragged a laughing Lis with him through the clinic doors.

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