Page 54 of The Alien's Little Sister

“It’s not anatomical at all.” She sets the piece of paper on my desk.

While she does this, her tail winds around my leg, slow and teasingly. And since she still hasn’t let go of my tie, I get the feeling that my Inara is in my office twenty minutes before we officially open with wicked ideas on her mind.

I’m great with that.

I drop the pad of my index finger on the sheet of paper and spin it upside down. “You’re right. But you know what this shape does look like? This is what your pussy looks like when I raise your legs and hug your knees together and fuck you. This is also the shape of your ass. Two round, spankable, fuckable cheeks—a perfectly shaped sweetheart.” I shrug. “If you don’t want to call this,” I tap the heart, “a heart, that’s fine by me. But we’ll have to call thenon-anatomical heart shape something.Inara’s pretty pussy shape,or Inara’s ass stamp. I’m all for that. ‘Course, if it’s all the same to you, we’ll just call it a regular heart in front of Stacy.”

The scales at Inara’s cheeks have turned a molten teal color. “You are a naughty male,” she says. Her eyes are gleaming, as are her teeth, which are showing—and I realize I might have gotten in over my head. “And I approve.”

I catch her behind her neck and haul her lips to mine. “Glad you do, darlin’,” I say against her mouth. “You won’t be too scandalized when I tell you I want to lock my office door then come back here and lay you across my desk? I suddenly have the urge—”the need“—to fuck you on it.”

She growls at me, a Porsche’s sweet, sweet music, making my dick twitch.

I kiss her forehead then release her—before I bypass waiting and I go to the door myself to flip the lock.

Then I prowl back to my desk where Inara is looking thrilled and turned on and totally game for defiling my office with me.

Nice combination. She’s pretty as fuck. “Baby, get your ass on my desk. Flip up your dress and show me your pretty pussy shape.”

Her hands slap her cheeks. The top ones, for those of you who are still imagining the sweet shape of her ass. “Matt!”

I grab her shoulders, squeeze down her arms, stroke her sides, lovingly cup her hips, and finally, I’m lifting her and pressing her onto my desk. I split her thighs, fuckinglovingher half-scandalized,totally fucking turned ongasp.“Now,baby. Open up your sweet legs for me.”

My baby does.

CHAPTER 22

Jason plays the tuba in his high school band, and Inara and I are set to go to the band’s benefit picnic, a fundraiser where we’ll be listening to the band play and donating to the kids’ program. I’ve gone to a couple of these, but this is Inara’s first time and she isgeeking out.She’s been stoked for this picnic for days.

“Inara,” I call out, not sure where she’s at in the apartment.

“Yes, my love?” she calls back from the washroom.

My heart stops—and then it revs like someone’s stomped on the gas. I’m so in knots that she’s just called me her love that I don’t ask why the hell she’s still in the washroom. She doesn’t need to do a lot with her hair—her dreads really are a sort of alien leather, and she doesn’t have to pluck or shave any body hair either. But I don’t care why she’s hogging the mirror. It’s proof that it’s built-in girl behavior, no matter what planet they’re from. I have to stop and clear my throat because emotion is making it rough. I hustle it to the bathroom and find her standing in front of the mirror, one earbud in to listen to music, and her clawed fist clutching her t-shirt, exposing her belly as she stands sideways critiquing herself.

“Oh geeeez,” I groan, head falling back. “Not you too. If you ask me if you look fat, I’m going to tell you no because it’s true and you’d better believe it.”

Gaze hesitantly searching mine, she cocks her head, one ear sweeping forward, the other one staying pinned back. “You don’t think I’ve gained weight?”

I straighten and send her wild eyes. “I willneveranswerthatquestion.”

She stares at me, her mouth curling. Her tail serpentines on the floor until it finds my leg, curling around my limb like usual. “All right,” she finally says, dropping her shirt. “If you’re going to remain so adamant about it.”

“I will,” I confirm. “And you look fucking amazing. That’s your takeaway.” Then I yank her into me and pop a kiss on her forehead. My hands find their way to her hips. “You ready to go?”

She stares at me, her eyes hooded, her ears held low, the face of a hunting cat watching a stumbling deer. “Yes. I am.”

Tipping my head, I lean back and take in her face, the sheen on it. She’s covered herself in glitter spray. It makes her look… faker. It’s… brilliant. “You look like you spent eight hours in a makeup trailer.”

She gives me a small smile. “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s the perfect thing,” I assure.

She bows her neck almost demurely. “Oh, thank you,” she says so politely with her lips.

But her hands have found my ass and she’s beginning to knead it—and also letting me feel her claws, which she knows is a quick way to get fucked. I reach back and catch her wrists. “Behave, or we’ll be late. And speaking of, we need to go now or we’ll be late as it is.”

She glances to the counter, where she has a small assortment of makeup stuff that Stacy gave her to try. “I was considering adding the lead sulfide darkening agent to my eyelids to make it appear as if I were deliberately heavy on my makeup.”

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