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Lochdon holds me tightly to his chest instead of the wall and I look up at him, smiling, “Hi.”

His smile makes me a little giddy, but he kisses me before anything else.

Right, language barrier.

“Hello.” He inhales deeply and presses a kiss to my neck. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

“I’m glad you came back.” I would never admit it out loud, but it might be more than fucking already.

“I missed you,” he says. “Even if it is ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous at all.”

I move my hips, loving the way he presses me wide, but I don’t want this to end too quickly.

“Hey,” I tip back to meet his many eyes. “Let me face you.”

He agrees, but I feel his reluctance when he releases me.

Standing squeezes him inside of me and he says something that doesn’t translate.

I curse too.

Pausing there for the feeling, wanting more of this sensation, I almost change my mind. But I crave time with him more.

We both groan when I step away and he slides out of me, but he picks me up, turning me around and kissing me like it’s the only thing that will save his life.

“I missed you too,” I whisper against his lips when his grip eases.

I kiss him, lingering in the softness of the moment, wanting to prolong this time as much as possible.

Holding his face in my hands, I say, “I’m sorry I couldn’t accept your appointment.”

“It’s fine.”

“My sister was getting married.”

He nods. It’s a jerky movement, like he knows it means “yes” to me, but he hasn’t done it enough to be comfortable with the motion.

“Clan needs are only second to one relationship. And I do not hold that place for you.”

Clan…

“My desires fall far below your commitments to your clan.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

His fingers slip between my legs and he toys with my clit as he says, “I’m glad you came today. Tomorrow, I’ll be gone.”

“Gone where?” I ask, even though his fingers are doing a remarkable job of distracting me.

“My contract put me on a long hauler this time around. I’ll be shipping out for a few months, instead of the usual two weeks.”

Gone. “What do you do?”

“Engine maintenance on ore haulers.” His fingers spread me open and he presses back into me with an aching slowness.

“Sounds dirty.”

“Positively filthy.” He kisses the underside of my chin. “But I’m very happy to clean up for you.”

“Lochdon?”

“Yes, Maggie?”

I flinch, momentarily forgetting that I told him my real name.

“You’re going to have months to make up for, do you want to start now?”

Hands on my hips, he turns us both around and tells the bot to put the chair into “configuration two.” But it’s not just the chair that changes.

The walls shift to mirrors and the lights change so I can see the patterns on his body and the places the oils in his skin have left pretty reminders of his touch.

My left breast glows with one of his hand prints. My pussy shines brightly from his concentrated attentions.

“If I went outside into the station, would other Glantanians be able to see this?” I ask, touching my cheek.

“Yes.” He traces the line, and it glows brighter. “It would warn anyone that you are already being courted.”

He lays me down on the lounge chair—it looks more like a bench now, angled down, and I like the way my body shifts as he spreads my legs wide and eases into me again.

I whimper at the invasion, loving every inch that disappears inside of me in the reflection over us.

Seeing him stuff me so full makes me want to spread wider… to find a way to get even more of him inside of me.

He starts to move as he says. “Marking you doesn’t feel like enough. I want to take you out into the club and fuck you on stage where everyone can hear the sounds you make and know that I’m the one who made you make them.”

I almost say “Okay.” But my brain is still functioning enough to know I’m not up for that.

“How about I fuck you in one of the peep show galleries and we work our way up from there?”

A pane of glass between us and the voyeurs sounds like a good option.

“I will fuck you anywhere, Peach. I will fill this pussy with cum for anyone who needs to see and they will thank us for it.”

He curses—another word that doesn’t translate—and I gasp at the heat flooding my pussy again.

He probably should have asked, but I don’t care.

I wanted it.

As soon as his hips finish bucking, he drops to his knees and his mouth covers me. Licking and sucking and teasing my clit, he feasts on my pussy like he’s just remembered it will be months before he gets to again.

I am not about to complain.

Hands on his head, I help guide him to finish me and when I come on his face, he pulls back from me with a smile that’s bright with a mixture of both our cum.

“I hope,” he says softly as he pulls me back upright. “That will be enough to keep you satisfied until I return.”

“Oh, I… I don’t plan on quitting.”

His confusion is a flash across his face before he says, “I did not say that to make you think you could not work. I have no claim to you… as much as I would like one.” His hands frame my face and his eyes meet mine. “Even if I did, my kind does not hold intercourse as a sacred right.”

I think I need to learn more about Glantanians in general.

Months does feel like too long a time to go without him.

“Query.”

The trill tells me it’s listening. “Can I take him to my locker room?” I want to bathe with him.

“No. Employee private locker rooms are not available to clients under any circumstances.”

“Darn.” I kiss him again. “I would have liked to spend more time with you.”

“Can you meet me out on the station?”

“I don’t know.” But I’ll find out.