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I shouldn’t. I’m already too attached to her, but how can I say no? The memory of my cold, lonely bed back home is a powerfulmotivator. I’ll allow myself to soak up her warmth and company and hope it sustains me for at least a little while when I return to my mundane life. That’s the only logical choice to make when a gorgeous alien is in your bed, right?

“Okay,” I whisper.

She kisses my neck again, inhaling against me with a soft groan. “You smell so good, Eden. I know humans don’t have the same pheromone system as nexxit, but fuck, it sure seems like it. I get so wet with just a hint of your scent.”

“Maybe far back in the history of the universe, the progenitors of human and nexxit life shared similarities. I mean, we’re both mammals, so it would make sense why we’re compatible… Oh!” I gasp as she snakes her hand down between my thighs and another palms my breast.

“Oh, we’re compatible, Dr. Mori. I thought you would’ve already confirmed that hypothesis last night.” Her fingers slide through my curls to dip into my wetness and then back up to circle my clit lightly.

“A good scientist doesn’t base conclusions on a single test. We should—ah!” Mezli pinches my nipple as she continues to circle my clit and I buck against her touch. “We should conduct more tests.”

“Of course. That’s the only responsible course of action,” Mezli says, the mock seriousness in her tone somehow making me wetter.

She spends the next ten minutes exploring me. Teasing me, testing out how I react to her touch and what makes me moan the loudest. Two fingers inside me, her thumb rubbing my clit, and hard pinches of my nipple as she whispers praise bring me dangerously close to tumbling over the edge. I attempt to roll over so I can touch her back, but she pins me against her body. “Not yet. I want to focus on every reaction as you come for me.”

A few moments later, the sensation overtakes me and I come inlong pulses that make my body feel like it’s melting and being lovingly reshaped by her touch.

When she releases me and I roll over to face her, she has an enormous grin as she studies me with a contemplative head tilt. She brings her fingers coated in my arousal to her lips and licks them, her eyes sparkling. “Hmm, decent results.”

I chuckle and move her hand, pressing my lips to hers. She lets out a pleased hum as my hands roam up her sides to cup her breasts. They’re small, perky, and delectable, just like the rest of Mezli.

“Let’s do one more test,” I say once our lips part.

She laughs and kisses me again, her lips melding so perfectly with mine. “Just one?”

Our experiments goon until late afternoon, breaking to order some room service before Mezli shoves me back into bed. When I can’t handle any more, she slaps my ass and hops in the shower.

Alone with my thoughts after being tangled up with Mezli, I check my comm. There’s a message from my mom telling me to think about their offer, a huge data transfer from Mezli, and something from Phelix. My pulse races as I swipe open his message.

Phelix: I hope you got some rest last night. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you recover from our vigorous activity. Or if you’d like to meet up today at the conference.

Shit, that message was from three hours ago.

I glance at the door to the hygiene room, chuckling as Mezli belts a horribly out of tune song, then message him back.

Eden: Sorry, I just got up!

I hesitate to tell him why, but figure honesty is the best policy.

Eden: Mezli stayed with me.

Eden: She hogs the bed.

I add that last part in an attempt to lighten the situation. A few tense minutes later, during which I beat myself up for sleeping with Mezli after telling Phelix I wanted to help them be together, he messages back.

Phelix: Unsurprising. Both the bed and the fact that she stayed. I’m glad you’re alright. Hope the rest of your day with Mezli is pleasant.

He’s upset, but too polite and self-sacrificing to say it. I need to salvage this or both the mission and his chance at a relationship with his mate will be ruined.

Eden: I was going to head in to the conference soon, if you’re still free. Mezli’s going to her friend’s place to help set up for dinner tonight. You’re still coming, right?

Phelix: I didn’t know if the invitation still stood.

Eden: Of course it does! She wants to see you, Phelix. She cares about you. What’s between me and Mezli is just for fun. Just a friend helping me have a good time before I go home.

It stings to type those words out and acknowledge that truth, and a heavy tear slides down my cheek. The shower turns off and Iswipe it away quickly, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I turn into a blubbering mess.

Phelix: Ah. In that case, shall we meet outside the conference hall in an hour?

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