Page 22 of Bad Beehavior

Once she completely settles, I release myself and crawl off of her body, transforming back into my larger form; my stinger still stands hard and proud.

I stroke myself as I look down at her, catching her breath with contentment blushing her cheeks.

She opens her eyes and licks her lips once she sees me. “I want a taste,” she says as she sits up and crawls toward me.

I remove my hand and lean back as she crawls between my legs, taking my stinger into her mouth.

“Jennessa,” I cry, throwing my head back as my stinger hits the back of her throat. It’s only a matter of seconds before I’ll burst.

“You taste like me,” she says, coming up from my stinger. Her lips are puffy, and her eyes heavy.

“I wish nothing more than to taste you for the rest of my days.”

“Well, it’s my turn now.” She wraps her lips around me, bobbing her head up and down and swirling her tongue underneath my length.

I jerk my hips into her and grab a handful of her hair.

A low moan sounds from the back of her throat, and I increase my tempo, mating her mouth until my body tenses and my speed spills from me.

She swallows me as if I’m sustaining her and then licks me dry.

I sigh as my body relaxes, and I settle in her bed.

She lies next to me, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, that was definitely not on this year's bingo card.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about. I wrap her in my arms, not letting go once she tenses and tries to shift away from me.

She sighs and relaxes, giving in to me. She’s no match for the connection tethering us together.

Chapter 16: Jennessa

Istretch my arms overhead as a blare from a horn blows from outside. Not many days start with my body feeling as relaxed as it does now. I turn to my side, my heart stopping once I realize Bee’s lying beside me.

Memories from last night flood my mind, and my body tingles.

Fuck.So much for setting boundaries to make this less complicated. I’m thankful we didn’t go all the way, even if him turning into his insect form and crawling into my vagina to make me come seems much more intimate than a simple fuck.

Technically he wasn’tinsideof me, but pretty damn close. I surrounded him. The thought should gross me out. It’s weird as fuck, but even as I try to will my brain to be repulsed, my body hums with even more wanting.

I gaze at him, subconsciously letting my hand trail over my breasts. Why does just the sight of him make me so aroused? Even when I thought he was a bee and put him in my to-go cup at the park, I felt a tingling just from looking at him.

It’s obvious. He came to Earth to impregnate women. He’s probably designed to make me feel this way. I shouldn’t beat myself up by my body’s reaction. It’s clearly not my fault.

But I sure as hell don’t plan on getting pregnant with his alien baby. I jerk up to a seated position, shaking my head and regaining my focus.

Bee’s eyes flutter open, and a smile forms on his face as he stretches his arms overhead.

I can’t help but watch his muscles flex on the underside of his biceps. Every piece of him is pure muscle, and even if he is yellow and black, with a slight fuzz covering him, I think every straight woman would agree—he’s sexy as hell.

“Hello, my sweet,” he says, reaching for my arm and pulling me closer to him.

I pull back, shaking my head. “Good morning. I need to get to work.” I stand next to my bed, pulling on a pair of jeans from the floor.

He’s trying to hide his hurt, but I catch it in his eyes. “Can I come with you?”

“Um, I don’t know.” My mind immediately floods to fucking in my office, and I know it’s a bad idea. My cheeks heat. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He gets up from the bed. “I promise I’ll behave. I need to see more of your world during this healing time. I’m already behind in my mission.”

---