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My heart throbs as she covers her breasts with her clothing. She should display them proudly, not cover them up.

“Yeah, no. Women do not hold all the power here on Earth, but thanks for the compliment. I’m glad to know you think my pussy is powerful.”

It makes sense. No wonder their planet is dying. The females are the only ones bringing forth life. My heart pangs, realizing how important our species could be to this planet. I shake my head. It doesn’t matter. My mission must take a back seat to making Jennessa happy. I’ll figure out a way to explain to the Hive what I discovered and beg for another way we can help this planet, and they can help us.

She slips on her pants and leans over to give me a peck on the check. “Let’s go, Loverboy. I think you deserve just a little bit more of this pussy power.”

Chapter 18: Jennessa

It’s nearly noon before I decide it’s time to leave my bed. It will be a difficult task as Bee has his arms wrapped around me, clinging for dear life as if he’s worried an inch of space between us would result in me being flung into the abyss.

I’ve already decided I’m not opening the shop today. It’s not a good business strategy to have inconsistent hours but fuck it. Isn’t that the point of having your own business, to be able to decide when you want to work? My bank account wouldprobably object, but my bank account didn’t get fucked into oblivion last night.

I wiggle down his body, his fuzz tickling my bare back and ass, until I crawl out from under the covers to freedom.

I stand at the edge of my bed, staring down at him as he sleeps peacefully. We fucked five additional times after leaving the shop and returning to my apartment last night. He’s exhausted.

I’m not sure if his planet has a word for love, but Bee whispered so many sweet and intricate phrases to me last night while driving me from orgasm to orgasm—it’s safe to say he’s a little obsessed with me. The thought should chill me, but surprisingly, my insides feel all warm and fuzzy—literally and metaphorically.

I walk to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee before popping two pieces of toast into the toaster oven and taking out a few eggs to make us omelets. I haven’t had a lot of time to think about everything that happened since Bee threatened Kent, and I submitted to my cravings. My brain whirls as I make our breakfast, searching for any regret, but it comes up short.

I should be regretful. I just fucked an alien whose mission on Earth is to impregnate a willing or non-willing female—that part isn’t clear. Bee’s sperm brought my flowers back to life. I should be freaking out that the substance probably coating my entire uterus has some anti-birth control technology, but Bee’s antenna indicated that I’m not a perfect match. He must not be able to impregnate me on the pill.

There’s also the whole “what the fuck am I feeling about this guy, and what does this mean for my future”situation. I’ve only known him for a few days. I like him a lot, maybe even more than like, as crazy as that sounds, but he’s not here for a New York vacation. I doubt his planet will let him shack up with me and abandon his mission, regardless of what he feels about it.

I chuckle to myself as I pour creamer into the coffee mugs, imagining what my life would look like dating Bee here in New York. It’s not like he could ever publicly show himself in his larger form. No matter how I look at it, Bee and I can never end up together.

I shake my head, pick up the two cups of coffee, and walk toward Bee, still fast asleep in bed. I don’t need to figure this all out right now. I need to enjoy my time with Bee while I can.

I place one coffee cup down on the side table and crawl over to pepper Bee with kisses on his chiseled jaw. “Good morning! Well, really, good afternoon.”

His eyes blink open, and he stretches his arms overhead. A genuine smile creeps up his face.

My heart flutters, watching his muscles flex and the innocent and content expression appear over him.

“Here, I made you coffee.” I offer him the white mug, and he sits up to accept it.

He takes a sip, and his face contorts to disgust before looking at me and nodding. “Yum, that’s good.”

I laugh, take the mug from him, sip it, and place it on my side table. “You don’t have to lie to me. I can tell you don’t like it.”

“Do you like it?” he asks, the pinched expression still on his face.

“Yes, but you don’t have to like it. There’s plenty of people on Earth that don’t like coffee.”

He scoots closer to me and caresses my cheek. “But I want to like everything you like.”

I shrug; my body already has a visceral reaction just from his simple touch. “I’m sorry, bud. That’s just the way life works. We don’t have to like all the same things to be together.” I tense once I register the words that just came from me.

My horrified expression must show because Bee studies me, and his eyes shift back and forth as if he is finding the right words. “I’d do whatever it takes for us to be together.”

My shoulders sag, and I grab his hand. “Bee, I really like being with you, but I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know?”

“There’s just a lot to figure out. You’re from a different planet. It’s not like you can just stay here and blend in with the human race. I don’t see how this will work out long term.”

He places his hand on my heart. “But it must work out long term. There’s no other option. We have to make it work.”

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