Page 44 of Synnr's Ride

She surrendered her whole self to this kiss. There was no way to protect her heart when Jori was kissing her like his was in her hands. Their relationship was supposed to be a ruse, but they'd gone past that a long time ago.

And right now, they couldn't walk it back for anything.

Hanna wouldn't.

He wanted the real her, no lies, no half-truths, no spy games. He had her. And she was determined that they'd still have each other even once this night was over.

There was no pretense now. This was real,theywere real. And she was going to fight to keep it that way.

Somehow her pants came off. Between the euphoria of the kiss and the bliss of Jori's hands on her, Hanna lost track. But she was naked and spread out on the table for him, his fingers teasing at her entrance.

Braz, she was wet. She could feel it in the tease of Jori's fingers, the way they slid into her with no resistance and stretched her like they were made to be there.

She arched up against him, fingers digging into his skin and urging him on. She was already strung tight, and it would take almost nothing to push her over and through the crashing wave of lust.

Then his cock was there, pressing against her entrance and then in and out, in and out. She moaned around him, taking him fully inside and letting her body get accustomed to the feel of him.

But there was no getting accustomed to Jori. She would never grow tired of this, she already knew it. She wanted him again and again and again. The Zulir sun could explode into a million pieces and she'd still want him here with her.

His body began to vibrate, cock deep in her, buzzing in that particularly Zulir way as he neared his own climax and Hanna clamped down around him.

As she finally crested that wave of pleasure, she called out his name and clung close as he emptied himself inside of her.

She didn't let go as the aftershocks of ecstasy pulsed through her. She'd leave marks on him, she was sure.

Just as he left a mark on her soul.

15

The beepingfrom Hanna’s communicator was an unwelcome intrusion in Jori’s ears. Instead of climbing the stairs for round two, Jori and Hanna had collapsed in a heap of naked limbs on the couch, cuddled together and lazily exploring each other as they both slipped into a doze.

It was late, he should have been asleep. But something nagged at Jori, and Hanna's communicator reminded him what.

She jolted out of his arms and snatched her communicator off the table while Jori sat up more slowly. Hanna wrapped the blanket around her naked top while Jori picked up his fallen shirt from the foot of the couch and put it on.

Business again.

Though normally, he was wearing pants when it was time to work.

Jori wasn't sure where his went, so he forced himself to get up and go searching. They were in a pile by the kitchen table along with most of Hanna's clothes. He dressed and then marched the clothes back over to her before sitting back down.

Instead of getting up, Hanna huddled further into the blanket and furrowed her brow, looking at her screen.

"What is it?" Jori asked when it became clear she wasn't going to talk.

She looked over at him with a jolt. "Sorry. I had an algorithm analyzing the images I took from Kark's safe. It just finished. Most of it looks legit, account books from the bar and the like. But one page has an address and a date. Tomorrow morning. Well," she glanced back at her communicator, "I guess technically later this morning."

Jori picked up the keyring from the table and spun it around his finger. "And these?"

"Hidden in Kark's office. Taking them might have been a mistake. I should make copies and then one of us can find an excuse to slip them back where they belong."

"I wish you hadn't gone in without backup." It was done now, but worry still nagged at Jori. What if something had gone wrong?

"You're the one who was alone with every dangerous person in that gang. Who was going to hurt me? Zilly?" She huffed out a laugh. "She's barely more than a kid and too mixed up in this for her own good."

"You like her." He set the keys back down and leaned back on the couch.

"She's easy to like. Doesn't hide anything, you know. And I meananything. I really wish I didn't know so much about Morn Kark's penis." Hanna shuddered.

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