Page 87 of Red Captive

“You have such great muscles.” She runs her hands down my bicep, squeezing my shoulder. “Ohhhhhh…beeeeeg.”

We reach the door to the apartment. “This is where we say goodbye,” I tell Natalia.

“I could help you get her to bed. And then I could help with other things.” She licks her lips.

“You two…you…you…” Jen says, trying to point but not doing so great. She’s stabbing the air with her finger. “You make a great couple. Great. Sooooo gorgeous, both of you.” Then she cuddles up into my chest and gives a soft snore as she falls asleep.

Natalia smiles. “Your human is clever. You should listen to her. We would make a great couple, Steel. We…” Her shoulders slump, and she gives me a look. “You have feelings for her, don’t you?” She looks at Jen. Then she rolls her eyes. “You’re making trouble for yourself, Steel. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You know where to find me if you need me. You really should take her to the palace and be done with it…but you’re not going to, are you?” She sighs. “I never thought I would see the day that you fell for someone. Never expected it to be a human. We could have been so good together, Steel.” She sighs again.

“Take care, Natalia.” I go inside and close the door.

The sound wakes Jen. “Where are we? Where’s my tequila?” Then she launches into a song about tequila. It’s awful. Jen can’t sing to save her life.

I smile as I put her down on the edge of the bed. Then I take her heels off. The top might be scratchy to sleep in. “Let’s get you out of this.” I touch the edge of the silver sequin garment.

“You’re undressing me. Ohhhhhhhhh, goodie…are we going to have sex now?” She tries to pull her top off, but it gets stuck over her face. She moans and tries to wrestle out of it.

I chuckle, helping her out of the thing. Her hair is mussed, and her eye makeup is a little smudged, but she’s still fucking beautiful.

“Where are you, big fella?” She grabs my dick through my jeans and squeezes. “Ohhh, there you are.” She giggles.

I yelp. She’s not being too gentle, but my cock doesn’t mind at all. He gets hard in an instant. “Holy fuck!” I grunt when she squeezes me again. I grab her hand, pulling it away. “We’re not having sex.”

“Why not?” She pouts. “I want to. I want you to spank me some more – harder this time.”

“Jesus.” I laugh. “I’m not spanking you or having sex with you. Just to be clear: I want to do both of those things.” Boy, do I fucking ever. “But I can’t.” I take both her hands in mine when she keeps trying to touch me.

“Why not? It needs to be a very good reason, or I’m jumping you.”

“You’ve had too much to drink. I’d be taking advantage of you.”

“Yes!” she yells. “Do that! Take advantage of me.”

I choke out another laugh. “You’re funny when you’re drunk.”

“Take advantage, Steel. I want you to come inside me, please.”

My balls pull so tight I doubt I’d be able to talk right now.

I clear my throat. “I’d like nothing more than to…” Fuck! I can’t even say it.

“Come inside me,” she finishes for me, smiling like a loon.

“Yes, um…that.” My pants are too fucking tight.

“Do it then.” She undoes her pants and starts to pull them down, shimmying her hips.

“No. Not happening, Jen. I’m going to help you out of your clothes and into your pajamas.”

I’m a fucking saint. I deserve knighthood after this.

“You’re no fun.” She flops back on the bed. “Noooo, fuuuuun.” Then she starts singing the tequila song again. It sounds worse than before, which makes me smile harder.

I grab a set of pajamas out of the closet. They’re shorts and a T-shirt. I quickly pull off her pants, trying hard not to gawp at her. She’s so fucking sexy. Then I pull on the pajamas.

“Ohhhhhhhh, look, Steel.” She points at the shirt. “It’s a duck.” She bobs her brows, making me laugh yet again. “A duckie duck.”

There is a cartoon picture of a duck saying “quack,” on the T-shirt. It’s stupid but she looks good in it. I’d bet that Jen would look good in just about anything.

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