It was already too late, but she wished she had time to go home to change before she met up with Josh. She was still wearing the clothes she wore to work, the low cut lavender blouse and soft, black cotton skirt.

Godwin praised her performance at the library, but she wasn’t so sure. She didn’t say anything, but she could tell he knew her dissatisfaction. Still, she tucked his praise away, allowing it to wash over her and prepare her for the next stage of the game tonight.

They settled into bar stools next to one another at The Old Chicago. Josh’s description had been right, it actually was themed like a speakeasy. If she hadn’t been so high strung and nervous she could have appreciated it more, but she just couldn’t relax. She couldn’t sit still. She felt…horny.

She almost died of shame right there. She was not a slut. She wasn’t! She shouldn’t feel horny. She pushed those feelings away, then she pushed all of the feelings of failure away, too, burying them in her imagined box.

“Seneca,” Godwin entreated, his face crestfallen. “Please, stop this.”

Great, now she was actively disappointing Godwin, too.

“No, Seneca, you are not disappointing me, this is okay. You should be allowed to feel emotions. Desire,” he insisted carefully, his spectral touch brushing her cheek. He shook his head, then he brushed her cheek with his real hand, gently pushing her hair from her face. His fingers left a warm trail across her skin and she leaned into it unintentionally.

“Godwin, it’s not desire. I’m…I’m not a slut, but…I want…these feelings I have, Godwin, maybe I really am a slut,” she cried out. “I’m not…” Her head was heavy in her hands. She bit back tears of embarrassment and shame.

He stroked her hair soothingly, his touch soft. “Oh, little hansa, who hurt you so badly? You are a creature of desire, it is part of your very essence. You could never be a slut, as that word has aggressive negative implications which could never describe you. You are you, vampire and woman. You are strong, powerful, desirable.” He hesitated, considering what to say. “I want you to listen to me for tonight. Will you?” he asked her, placing his other hand on her opposite cheek, pulling her head so that she was looking into his eyes. His face was blurry with the tears she wasn’t crying.

Quicksilver pooled deeply in Godwin’s amazingly hypnotic eyes, filling entirely, no iris or sclera showing. She couldn’t stop herself from falling into them. She loved how it felt to slip into his eyes, to lose herself for a time within his comforting grasp. He would protect her and keep her safe, she knew it.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” she murmured. “I really love your eyes.”

His smile was reward enough, sending another surge of desire to her core. God, she wanted this man like she had never wanted another. She opened her mouth to tell him, but his hands dropped from her face and he turned towards the door. Startled, she worried that she had done something wrong, but then Josh walked in, still dressed as he had been at the library. Godwin stood up and moved to the barstool on the other side of her.

Annoyed at his interruption, she looked down at her cellphone. He was fifteen minutes early. She bit the inside of her lip to prevent her from being rude, then looked up at him and acted surprised to see him.

“Josh!” she exclaimed. “You made it!”

Godwin stroked the back of her neck with his spectral fingers, making her tremble.

Josh smiled and one cheek dimpled. It reminded her of why she had been attracted to him in the first place, other than him smelling so good. Why had they broken up? She really couldn’t remember.

“Hello,” he said, taking Godwin’s vacated seat. “Were you waiting long?”

“Oh, no, not long at all,” she said breezily.

He put up a finger, calling for the bartender. He ordered a drink for himself, then turned to her. “You want something?” he asked, checking the bar before her to see if she already had a drink.

“Ah, sure, um…red wine? Syrah or Malbec please.”

He ordered for her and the bartender, a young, blond slip of a woman, turned to pour their drinks. Josh turned to her, smiling. “Isn’t that a faux pax? For someone like you to order a red wine? Suggestive or something?” he teased.

Godwin tensed behind her. She wasn’t watching him, but she could feel it in the ghostly touch on the back of her neck and in the way his eyes felt upon her.

She laughed lightly. “I suppose so, but you’re the only Wren here tonight, so I don’t think I have to worry that my secret is out so soon.”

Josh laughed. She tried not to jump when Godwin’s actual finger brushed her collar. He knows your true nature? She could almost taste his apprehension.

She smiled, trying to act normal. We dated. He’s a Wren. He knows about vampires, and about me.

She couldn’t tell if that helped relax him or not, and before she could ask, he leaned away from her, dropping his hand from the collar.

The awkward silence was saved by the bartender returning with their drinks. Seneca had to agree that her wine really did look like blood in the thin stemmed wine glass.

She drank hesitantly. She wasn’t sure about other vampires, as she kept to herself as much as possible, but she knew she handled alcohol poorly. For some reason, her body didn’t metabolize it very well. She felt it stayed in her system longer than normal people, so she drank carefully. She hated being out of control, and she hated having to trust others, to rely on others.

Josh smiled warmly at her, raising his glass, nodding to hers. They clinked them together. “To reunited friends,” he said with a suggestive smile.

They chatted about college, and about where they were now, her editing in a publishing house and him working in a library. They talked about life in general, and about what they had done in between college and now. All the while, Godwin watched on semi-interestedly.

About an hour later, she finished her glass of wine. He tried to order another one, but she shook her head, covering her glass with her hand. “No thank you,” she said gently. “I don’t really drink that much.”

“Oh, okay,” he agreed, a slightly confused look on his face. He drank the rest of his third whiskey sour. Godwin took the opportunity of his distraction to touch her collar again. He had blended into the background so well she had not exactly forgot he was there, but grown so used to him that his touch startled her. She jumped but Josh didn’t notice.

Seneca, Godwin sent to her, ask him up to your room. She shivered, half in fear and half in anticipation.

“Josh, would you, ah, like to come up to my room?” she asked, blushing profusely as she studied the bar. She couldn’t look at him.

Josh reached across the bar, placing his hand over hers. “Are you propositioning me?” he asked coyly.

She was skeptical that she could blush harder than she was currently doing. “I, ah…”

He chuckled. “You are still the same as you used to be, but different, too. I know what you want, sorry to tease you. Sure, I’ll come up. Let me just get the tab.”

She wanted to protest but somehow he was already paying before she could even get her money out of her small purse. He said he knew what she wanted, but she highly doubted it. He probably thought she wanted a sip.

She didn’t actually know what she was going to do him once they got up to her room, either, but she had a vague idea.

Godwin’s hands wrapped around her collar and she fought not to relax into them. His touch was burning hot, pleasant. You are doing so good, Seneca, he praised her. She could feel his approval through his touch on her collar, too. She soaked it in, allowing it to seep into her pores. I am so excited to watch you perform. You will take him to your room and then take him into your mouth. No kissing.

She shivered again with excitement and nervousness. Josh turned to her and Godwin’s hands disappeared. “You ready to go?” he asked gaily.

She nodded, forcing her smile. She was so nervous. “Sure,” she said, trying to act cool. “Thanks for the drink.” She stood up, leading the way to the elevator. The wait and the ride up to the eleventh floor was weird, filled with awkwardness, Josh on one side of her and Godwin slightly behind them. She nearly dragged him to her room just to get things moving.

She slid her keycard into the door and the light blinked red. She frowned at it, then tried it again. It blinked red again. Frustrated, she shoved it in again, only to have it blink red once more.

“Are you sure this is the right room?” Josh asked from behind her.

Her nervousness instantly flared into anger. “Yes, I’m sure,” she snapped, shoving the card in again, only to receive another red light.

He reached out to her. “Care if I try it?” he asked carefully.

She handed him the card with a snort. “Sure, whatever,” she relented as he took the card. He looked at it, then turned it over and gently slid it into the door. The light turned green and she heard the click of the lock slide open.

“Thanks,” she said grumpily, feeling all sorts of irritated.

She pushed her way into the room. No lights were on inside the room but the curtains were open and the room was flooded with moonlight. The room smelled like disinfectant and bleach to her highly sensitive nose. Josh followed her in and Godwin slipped into the room behind him as the door swung shut. He appeared smaller than normal, but perhaps it was just the lighting.

“Care if I turn a light on?” Josh asked her just before she pushed him hard into the door. She allowed her lips to rest on his neck for a moment and he froze in the way that Wrens did under a vampire’s attentions.

Without hesitation, she climbed down his body, one hand pressed firmly against his chest. She could feel Godwin’s eyes on her, fueling her desire, spurring her on. She fell to her knees before Josh, her hands at his belt. In a moment his belt was free, as were the bindings of his black slacks. They slid easily down his legs and she let them drop.

“Woah!” Josh blurted out. “Seneca, what are you…” he trailed off as she pulled his manhood out from the bindings of his boxers. He smelled strongly, but it wasn’t as pungent as Chip had smelled before. Josh smelled musky and masculine. He groped blindly, looking for her head. He pushed her back, away from his manhood. “Seneca, what’s gotten into you?”

“You said you knew what I wanted,” she said throatily. “I want this…” She tried to push forward again but he held her a safe distance from himself.

“I thought you wanted my vein. You’ve changed. You used to be so reserved, so…don’t take this the wrong way, but prudish,” he said in disbelief. “The old Seneca would never do this on a first date. Shit, I don’t think the old you ever did this to me at all.”

“I didn’t,” Seneca agreed, moving his hand so that she could lean back into him. Godwin’s eyes on her were making her wet. Even without his spectral touch, just knowing he was watching was arousing. She longed to please him even more, and she knew how. “Josh,” she entreated breathily, “please?”

He relaxed his grip, though his hands were still wound through her hair. “How can I say no to you when you ask like that?” he muttered as she slid her mouth over him. He groaned in pleasure, even though he was still only about half hard. “I didn’t…this isn’t…what I had…don’t want you to think…” he struggled to say as she slid the length of him in and out of her mouth. She could feel him growing in her mouth. The thought that she was making him aroused twisted inside of her, causing her core to tingle pleasantly. “Don’t want you to…think…I just wanted this…”

Seneca slid off him quickly and he gasped. “Shut up, Josh,” she told him sharply. “I wanted this.”

He chuckled, then sucked in a deep breath as she pulled him back inside. His precum dripped into her mouth, instantly coating it with his flavor, musky and thick. His fingers flexed in her hair as she sucked him hard. Leaning forward, he began subconsciously thrusting his hips in time to her bobbing.

She felt Godwin’s heat against her back before he touched her. His fingers felt fire over the skin of her neck. Swallow him, hansa.

She moaned in the back of her throat defiantly, still moving up and down the now fully erect length of him. Seneca, it would please me very much. I wish to taste his passion on your lips. He trailed his fingers over the collar, sending her butterflies into a frenzy.

She moaned again, and this time it was passionate, needy. She moved faster on Josh’s rod, her hands gripping his hips. His precum was flowing freely now, coating her mouth and the back of her throat with its sticky essence. The headiness of it filled her brain, and all she could think about was the erection in her mouth and Godwin’s fingers, two trailing over his collar around her neck and two more trailing down her back suggestively.

The way he fingered his collar around her neck had her swooning, and his other hand moved to the small of her back to support her. Godwin’s collar was around her neck! she thought scandalously. The thought had her sucking even harder, allowing the suction of her mouth to pull Josh as deep as she could take him. She could feel Godwin’s pleasure and approval as a vibrating buzz in the collar. Josh painted his approval across the back of her throat.

“Seneca…” he gasped. His hands made fists in her hair and he started thrusting with his hips and his hands, controlling her to go exactly the pace he needed. “So close, you are so good at this…” he trailed off, groaning as his orgasm approached.

He tried to pull her head away from him as he ejaculated, but she used her vampire strength to stay firmly planted on his manhood. She was not going to let him ruin this for her. He did manage to dislodge her enough that he came on her tongue instead of in the back of her mouth. His ejaculate (cum, Godwin said in the back of her mind) filled her mouth viscously, its musky yet slightly bleachy flavor filling her head, both taste and smell.

Her core flooded at the naughtiness of the act as her fangs dropped. She ached to have Godwin inside of her. She wasn’t sure if Josh could, and didn’t care one way or another to find out, but knew Godwin would fill her the way she needed to be filled.

Josh continued thrusting and another thick jet of his secretions, his cum, splurted into her mouth, against the back of her throat this time. It tasted bad, but good at the same time. His flavor was confusing her, making her want to pull away and yet throb for another surge to flood her mouth. The combination of the overwhelming pungency filling her head, the texture on her tongue, the thrusting in her mouth and the touch of the incubus on her collar had her body aching, so close to something good. She wanted, no needed, Godwin so badly. She moaned in frustration as Josh’s hips slowed and his seed now only seeping from him.

She swallowed hard, sucking him deep as he tried to pull away, trying to swallow down as much of his seed as she could for Godwin. Josh moaned and writhed above her, lost to the pleasure of her mouth. Her hips were rocking of their own accord and her womanhood burned with desire.

Godwin… she begged in her mind. He stroked the collar sensually and his other hand moved down her back, down, down down. He moved so slowly, too slowly, and she whimpered. Josh’s hands pulled from her hair and were now pressed flat against the door, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

“Shit, Seneca, you feel so good…” he grunted as she cleaned him, nipping carefully at his semi-erect penis.

Godwin’s hand dipped below her skirt and she swooned again as his fingers pressed against the wet cotton of her panties. You are so very wet, Seneca. I am very pleased at your performance tonight. She gushed at his praise and he pushed up as she did, letting her know he felt it. You are spectacular. I have a reward for you, my ghanza, little hansa, once he leaves.

He pressed his fingers against her labia, moving them slightly, coating them in her fluids even through her panties. She whimpered as he pulled them away, then he brought them to her nose. She inhaled deeply before she realized what he was doing, catching a heady whiff of herself, her neediness, on his fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her smell, her needy, sexy smell, mixed with the flavor of Josh in her head.

You smell so good, Godwin cooed in her head. Do you agree?

She nodded her head, disguising it as bobbing as she continued to lathe and suck on Josh’s semi-erect manhood.

Cock, little hansa, Godwin corrected her. It is called a cock. Now, tuck him away and send him off. If you enjoyed his company tonight as much as I gather you did, request contact information for him and we can invite him back to play again. Make it clear that your relationship is physical only.  

She whimpered again, putty in his hands as his fingers sent sparks of lightening to her brain through his collar. I’m not feeding? she managed to think at him through her neediness.

Not now, he told her, caressing her intimately.

She whined in the back of her throat, reluctantly releasing the now soft penis in her mouth. Wiping her mouth with her arm, she stood up before Josh.

“Jesus, Seneca…” was all he said, his eyes slightly dazed. He leaned over, pulling his pants up and making himself presentable. “Can I…do you want me to do anything for you?”

She bit her bottom lip. Her core ached so needily. She wanted to be filled. She wanted to come. She almost told him that, but then she remembered what Godwin had said. He had a reward for her! She had pleased him, and done her job well. Her heart fluttered with excitement, and she was ready for Josh to leave.

“Not this time…perhaps we could meet again soon…” she trailed off suggestively. He didn’t answer right away, watching her with his head half cocked. Her confidence faltered. “I mean, if you don’t want to-”

Josh reached out and grabbed one of her hands. “Shh, Seneca. This was…I wasn’t expecting this but it was amazing. I would love to meet up again. Were you, ah…what is this? I mean, are we just…” he trailed off nervously.

“I…this…perhaps we could just keep it casual and fun? We don’t have to, ah, call it anything in particular I suppose. I don’t want to date anyone right now, I’m just looking for…ah, someone to partner with me occasionally. Does that…is that okay with you?” she said, feeling awkward. She wondered in the back of her mind if Godwin had a favorite flavor of emotion when he was snacking on residual emotions like this.

“Oh, yeah, no, totally. This is great. I mean, I’m not in a relationship right now, and I’m not really looking, either. So, yeah, we could do this again,” he babbled excitedly. “Should I call you?”

“No!” she barked harshly. “Sorry, no, I mean, I’ll call you.”

He dropped her hand. “You’ll need my number, then, right?”

She giggled, feeling antsy and nervous and needy. “Yeah, I do.” Godwin pressed her clutch into her back, then crouched down to the floor. Seneca turned around, leaning over to pick it up from the floor. She watched Godwin carefully, but he was watching Josh. She turned back around in time to catch Josh staring at her ass hungrily.

“Can you just put it in for me?” she asked, handing him her phone. She had to physically restrain herself from dancing back and forth on her feet in frustrated need. Her whole body was a loose, high tension wire, dancing and flaring wildly, looking for a ground. Her ground, Godwin. He was so close to her, yet she had to finish this before she could go to him, could get her reward.

Her core gushed again at the thought of his reward. She was so wet now it felt like she had peed herself a little. She couldn’t stop herself from shifting from one foot to another as he input his phone number.

Josh handed her phone back to her with a smile. “This was fun. Did you want me to stick around or anything? It seems like you’re ready for me to leave…” he said, reading the situation.

She had to take a deep breath before she could answer him without barking at him to leave right this second. She was screaming it in her mind, but what she actually said was “Yeah, if you don’t mind. I find I’m kind of tired now…”

He nodded in understanding. He doesn’t understand anything! was what she thought. “Okay, that’s cool. Thanks for inviting me over, Seneca. I’ll wait for your call.”

“Sure, okay,” she agreed quickly, moving to open the door, though he was still leaning on it. He gave her weird look, but he moved away from the door.

The harsh lighting from the hallway burned her eyes as she practically pushed him from her room. “Did you want me to come down with you?” she asked, groaning internally. She had been trained well to be polite, so much so that it was like automatic function.

He shook his head and she was jumping for joy on the inside. She shifted from foot to foot, unable to contain her excitement. “Nah, I know my way out. Thanks again, Seneca. I like this new side of you. You’re confident and strong now. Talk to you soon,” he said as he slipped out the door.

Seneca watched him walk down the hallway and he turned once, waving shyly. She noticed he had a little more pep to his step than before and was pleased as punch that she put it there.

She shut the door and the darkness filled in around her, followed by Godwin’s spectral touch. It seemed to be coming from everywhere, and nowhere, teasing her relentlessly. “Little hansa, you are such a good girl. Do you know what good girls deserve?” he asked, his voice sounding raw and husky.

“Mmm…” was all she could say at first, lost to his spectral barrage. A small voice in the back of her mind wondered what it was about Godwin that made her accept the strangeness of the situation, and why it aroused her so much.

“No, that is not what I had in mind…” he teased, his voice coming from the bed. She opened her eyes, which were acclimating to the dark again, and saw the outline of him sprawled out on the bed, sexy and alluring in his perfectly fitted suit. “Come here, Seneca,” he commanded firmly.

Her sex tightened expectantly. She stepped towards him but her legs didn’t want to work right. Still, she forced herself to the bed, the wetness between her legs slicking her thighs as they slid past each other on each step. She had never been this wet before, not ever. Each step was a torment, and each step built her excitement. She began to tremble.

He patted the bed next to him when she got close enough. “Lie down here, Seneca,” he directed her. She complied, lying on her back, unsure of what he wanted her to do. Should she like on her stomach? On her back? On her side? Should she ask?

“Shh, hansa, you are doing well. Worry not,” he assured her comfortingly, placing one of his warm hands on her bare thigh, his fingers sliding inward, his touch deliciously tender. She trembled harder and he rubbed her reassuringly, his fingertips dipping between her legs with each caress.

He sat up slowly, pushing himself off the bed, his hand never leaving her thigh as he settled onto the floor between her legs. With his free hand, he slipped off her shoes, running his fingers over the tops of her feet. After her feet were bare, he leaned against the bed, parting her legs further with his body. He was so hot, she could feel the heat pouring off of him like a desert breeze.

She gasped as his hand moved up her thigh, under her skirt, to the hem of her panties. She was so glad she wore her nice panties today, the ones with the little black flowers, her favorite pair. His fingers slipped under the waistband and she shifted her hips unconsciously. Warm fingers brushed her skin sensually as he hooked his fingers between the elastic and her skin.

Her body tensed and she hated herself for it, instantly quashing some of the passion that had been building up. She ruined everything. She hated herself for enjoying his attentions this much, for needing him this much. He was…she didn’t deserve him, she didn’t. She should be doing something for him.

She moved to push him away. “No,” he said firmly, the word freezing her in place.

“I’m sorry, Godwin,” she rushed to say. “I don’t deserve this. I’m sorry-”

He pulled her panties down her legs in one quick move. They pulled wetly from her labia and trailed her slick fluid down the insides of her leg. She tried to push her legs together to keep him from taking her panties but his other hand was between them, though she didn’t remember it moving there. Her panties slid to the floor despite her efforts. She trembled harder, her whole body shaking.

Breathing deeply, he kissed her leg gently. “You smell extravagant, hansa,” he complimented her, his voice soothing. “Shh, Seneca. You did well. I wish to reward you, and it would be a delight if you would permit me to demonstrate another way you can feed your incubus.” He kissed the inside of her leg and she shifted, hating herself for not resisting, but her traitorous body was putty in Godwin’s hands. “May I show you?”

“Godwin…” she tried to protest, but it sounded weak, even to her.

“Seneca, stop this self hatred. I will reward you when you do well. Your job is to accept your reward. You earned this, and you deserve it. Now, I will feed,” he said, using his other hand to push her skirt up over her hips.

Flushing, she was glad it was dark. Her lower half was completely exposed to Godwin. He pressed himself between her legs, pushing them even farther apart, too far apart with his body. His hands slid between her trembling thighs. “Relax, hansa. Relax for me, please?” he requested sweetly. Her trembling increased and her teeth began to chatter.

“S-s-sor-r-ry!” she stammered, embarrassed but not in a good way.

Godwin didn’t say anything else. She was on the verge of sitting up when his head dipped between her legs, his hot breath having her clenching the coverlet on the bed in her fists. He hadn’t even touched her yet, but she was so aroused. She wanted him so badly, wanted him to touch her, even if she didn’t believe she deserved it.

“You deserve this, Seneca,” he whispered, his soft lips brushing the folds of her sex. Before she could think of words to protest with, his tongue flicked out, parting her, delving between her wet folds.

She gasped, her back arching. He slid his tongue across her again and it was liquid fire. Her hands clenched the covers as she fought to stay still. She was so turned on, even with her self doubt draining some of her passion.

Godwin laughed, his lips pressed against her, the vibration of it an intense sensation, something she had never felt before.

“I’m…dirty…” she struggled to say. Her hands were painful fists now, clenching the blanket fiercely.

“Whoever could have damaged a creature such as you so deeply, little hansa? You are not dirty. Your taste is perfect. It is what I have been craving since I came to this confusing realm, though I did not know it until tonight,” he said passionately.

Before she could protest, he pressed his face in, breathing deeply before he pushed her open with his mouth. One hand slid up her thigh and moved to her clitoris, and the other on to the opening to her womb.

He chuckled against her folds again and the feeling of it was delightful. “It seems you need to be taught proper terminology as well. This, hansa, is your pussy. I am going to eat your pussy until you come in my mouth.”

She blushed furiously, so embarrassed, but now in a good way. He slipped his other hand under her, gently pressing two fingers against her…oh, god it was so embarrassing, even just to think it…against her pussy.

He licked her from opening to clitoris, one long, languishing stroke of his tongue. Her back arched off the bed as if it were connected to him. He did it again and she rose up off the bed again, unable to control her body’s responses to him.

“Oh, Godwin…” she moaned as he slid his fingers inside of her, then sucked hard on her lower lips. “Oh…that…”

He pulled away, but his fingers slid deeper inside her. “How do you feel?” he asked her with nearly clinical detachment.

She whimpered under his teasing, shaking her hips. His other hand, the fingers at her clitoris began to circle pleasantly and she could feel herself getting close. Her whole body coiled, so close to release, just needing something else, one tiny spark to send her over the edge.

Godwin’s mouth returned to her core and he sucked, and sucked hard. He bit her gently and she screamed his name, unable to stop herself as her body shivered and shook with the intensity of the orgasm that streamed from her. He pumped his fingers inside her and circled her clit, pleasure building and pulsing within her. And then…he sucked her emotions. He hadn’t even coiled them first, not like last time. He pulled and the seemed to drop into her womb and then flow from her to him as he sucked her, as his fingers pushed inside of her.  

Riding her orgasm while he fed from her through her sex was mind-resettingly amazing. Her toes curled up as she lost control of her body, her hips rocking against his face. She never wanted him to stop. At some point she had let go of the comforter and wrapped her hands into his short, dark hair. He allowed her to move his head to her pleasure and she did.

When her brain started working again, she realized that she was still lying half naked on the bed. Godwin’s head rested against her thigh with a comforting weight. His fingers danced on her skin delectably.

A moment later he climbed onto the bed, pulling her up with him. He pulled her into his arms, brushing her skirt down so that it covered her exposure. “Seneca, you did so well. This, tonight, this was amazing. Please, hansa, say you will continue our game?” he whispered into her ear, begging her. “Say you will keep my collar?”

She felt so whole, so complete in his arms. She couldn’t move her body right now if she wanted to, her muscles jelly from the strength of her orgasm and from feeding Godwin. “I should be begging you to play again, Godwin. I…I want this, this thing between us.”

He chuckled and it vibrated against her pleasantly. “That makes both of us in agreement, hansa. You have no idea how gratifying that is for me.” He stroked her body gently, carefully as if she were fragile. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then pushed her down so they were both laying down. “Would you grace me by staying?”

He wanted her to stay. He wanted her to stay! Be cool, she told herself, don’t mess this up! “Sure,” she said weakly, chuckling. “I’m not sure I could stand right now if I wanted to…”

She felt him smile and it warmed her. She felt so good, so high, and she never wanted to come down.

The Game Chapter 10: Unexpected Rendezvous

The Game Chapter 12: A Day Off