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Authors: H.C. Brown

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Tamara had insisted on eating there, saying the owner frowned on interfacing his computer with the tables. They could speak freely.

Without giving too much information, Fane answered her queries. To his relief, she appeared satisfied with his responses. The conversation soon turned to personal matters. "I'm bi-sexual, does that worry you?"

"Not at all." Tamara ran her fingers across Fane's knuckles. "It's sexy."

He discovered Tamara was twenty-seven and had lived alone after her recently retired father had died two years previously. He laughed at her childhood stories. He loved the way she smiled, the way her eyes danced. She had such expressive eyes—he could drown in their depths. They chatted until the waiter hovered at the table. Fane realized the late hour and pressed his thumb on the scanner to pay the bill.

He smiled at Tamara. "I think they want us to leave."

"Come home with me for coffee and dessert. I have a chocolate layer cake in my refrigerator just begging to be eaten." Tamara's eyes danced with mischief. "I promise I won't jump your bones."

Fane got to his feet and offered his hand. "The cake and coffee sounds great, but I won't hold you to the promise."

* * * * *

Tamara gazed into his eyes. She enjoyed his company, hell, she enjoyed every inch of the eye-candy standing beside her. During dinner, Fane had hung on her words, and he actually seemed interested in her life. Her thoughts went to his hot, passionate kisses in the clinic. Fane's touch had left her breathless, needy, and in truth, she wanted more of this delicious man.

She could let him set the pace—comply with his demands. His confession of being bi-sexual had only made him more interesting—could Jace be his lover? The thought intrigued her. Having twin cocks gave him another thrilling appeal—the double penetration would be sensational. Perhaps that would satisfy her desire for him to spank her. She could have sex without the scent of leather for once in her life . . . okay

. . . so she'd had sex with normal, naked men before, but the scent of leather and the feel of a man's hand—or better still, his flogger—made her so damn hot.

Outside, lights spilled pools of yellow on the sidewalk. Traffic lit up the road in a procession of white and red lights. Fane twined his fingers through Tamara's and they walked, hand in hand. He matched his stride to hers, and they strolled in a leisurely pace down the block to the neat, two-bedroom house Tamara called home. Fane waited on the whitewashed stoop and inhaled the honeysuckle creeping along the terrace.

Tamara gave him a nervous glance. Fane sensed her uncertainty, took the house key from her trembling fingers, and opened the door. He followed her inside, down the hallway, and into a neat kitchen. "This is nice. Have you lived here long?"

"Two years. I couldn't stay in the house after dad passed." Tamara swung open the refrigerator door and peered inside intently. "Take a seat. The coffee won't take long."

Fane slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. "I'd rather have you."

"Fane . . . I . . . ." Tamara turned in his arms and looked up at him.

The light from the refrigerator illuminated the back of her hair in a red halo, turning her into a fiery angel. Fane angled his head and brushed her lips. "Hush."

Her soft mouth opened, and he dipped his tongue inside. He feasted on her full, luscious lips. Their tongues tangled in a familiar dance. She tasted like wine. Fane cupped the back of her head, and his fingers sank into her long, silky hair. She moaned softly against his mouth.

He lifted his head and gazed into pools of jade lust. "Where's the bedroom?"

"Upstairs on the right."

Fane scooped her into his arms and strode out of the kitchen. She pressed her hot cheek against his chest, her warm breath damp on his neck. He took the stairs with ease and found the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them, and then dropped Tamara gently on the large bed. She had furnished the room in delicate, white furniture.

Pink, lace pillows covered the bed. Her expensive fragrance hung heavy in the air. Fane pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze drifted toward the bed and he froze. A pair of silver handcuffs hung on the bed rail. Wow.
Very interesting
. Something dark peeked out from beneath a pillow near the headboard. His jacket. He smiled to himself. If the handcuffs were for her usual lovers, he may be planning to bed a Dominatrix. Now
that
would
be new and unique.
There is more to you than meets the eye,
Dr. Bright.

* * * * *

Tamara caught her breath. Fane began to undress slowly beside the bed. His long, tanned fingers peeled off each piece of clothing to reveal more tempting flesh. All the while, his smoldering eyes never left her face. She trailed her gaze down his hard, muscular body and stared at his impressive cock. Pre-cum coated the shaft's rosy helmet. She blinked. Only one cock—not two—reared up from his groin. She heard him sigh and her face grew hot. Looking away, she reached for the buttons of her blouse.

The bed dipped, and Fane brushed her hands away. His warm mouth closed over hers in a possessive kiss. The man's large hands brushed over her, stripping away her clothes in seconds. The next moment, his heavy body pinned her to the bed, crushing her tender nipples beneath his hot flesh. When she inhaled Fane's masculine scent, ripples of pleasure curled in her belly. She wanted to be closer and arched her back, thrusting her breasts into him. He gathered her into his muscular arms, his mouth gliding sensuously across her lips. Her body melted against his smooth, hard muscles.

He moved between her legs, his cock pressing against her pussy like a steel rod, and deepened the kiss with a feral growl. A moan of delight fell from her lips. He tasted so damn delicious. She could not get enough of him. When he pulled away, she complained and closed her fingers in his black, silken hair to pin him against her lips.

"Let me check your contraception implant." Fane pulled away, took her arm, and examined it closely. "Good girl."

"I'm a doctor. My implant is always up to date."

* * * * *

Tamara's small hand closed around his cock. Fane gasped. The sensation almost made its twin burst from its sac. He chewed the inside of his cheek.
Not yet.
He nuzzled her breast, drew the tight, pink bud into his mouth, and suckled. The scent of her filled his nose. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him. He sucked harder, taking more of her breast into his mouth. After some time, he straightened, releasing the divine morsel with a small, popping sound.

He grinned. "You like this, don't you?"

Would she like him to restrain her? He would take it slow and find out how far he could push her. Without warning, he grasped both her hands and drew them up over her head. Rather than complain, Tamara smiled impishly and pushed her breasts into his face, demanding attention. He continued to suckle each nipple, and then scraped his teeth across the sensitive tips. Fuck, he must control his urge to drag her across his knees and spank her plump bottom. With a sigh, he released her hands and gazed into her beautiful face. Her soft eyes were half closed in passion. Her delightful body undulated against him. He smiled and kissed a path between her breasts, working his way down to her navel. He reached the wisps of red hair that guarded her apex, like flames licking her flesh. Running a finger into the slick heat, he heard Tamara's sharp intake of breath. He bent his head to swirl his tongue along her soaking folds. She tasted like heaven. When he found and circled her hard nub, Tamara lifted her hips and cried out. His hands closed around her bottom, the flesh full and round in his palms. He held her firmly and gorged on her pussy until she shuddered to climax, her sweet juices coating his tongue. Holding her firmly, he continued to feast, extending her climax until the shudders wracking her body stopped.

* * * * *

This was not like any climax Tamara had experienced before; the waves of intense pleasure rolled over her until every nerve ending screamed. When Fane kissed her again, she wanted him inside her, filling her and driving her into another orgasmic delight. She dragged her mouth away. "Please . . . I can't take any more."

"Tell me you want me, babe." Fane whispered against her lips.

Lifting her knees, Tamara wrapped her legs around his waist. "I need you . . .

now, please now."

Fane pressed wet kisses along her chin and nibbled her neck. Tamara tossed her head from side to side. His hot mouth closed around her nipple in sweet torment. Then he kissed her again. The slow, tantalizing kiss sent flames of passion surging up her legs and into her pussy. She would go mad if he did not fuck her. "Please . . . please."

* * * * *

Fane gazed into Tamara's eyes. He grasped her hands and thrust them over her head again. "Drop your legs and hold onto the bedrail."

Smiling at her immediate compliance, he lifted her legs to his shoulders and rolled her back until her sweet pussy tilted at just the right angle. He rested the head of his cock against her weeping core. "You are so fucking beautiful."

With a quick thrust, he slid into paradise. So damn wet, her velvet sheath held him tight. He began to move in long, deep plunges. Flames licked his balls with each slide into her moist heat. He looked down at her flushed face. Sweat soaked her skin, and wisps of hair stuck to her pink cheeks. When she bit her bottom lip and met his gaze, he lost control. He drove into her without mercy, riding her in exquisite torture.

The desire to climax raged like a brush fire in his loins. He hovered precariously on the edge of fulfillment. His heart squeezed. Tamara was so much more than casual sex. Her long fingernails scored his back. When his name broke from her lips in a sigh, his heart melted. Her body shook, and her pussy tightened in waves of delight around his aching shaft.
Sweet Jesus.
Mindless with pleasure, he whispered her name. Rolling his hips, he rode the superb rush of ecstasy to shatter in a kaleidoscope of emotions.

He dropped her legs and collapsed on top of her. Her sweet pussy quivered against his shaft. He bent his head and kissed her tenderly.
My dream girl
. Love swelled in his heart. God, she was so much better in the flesh. He brushed the damp hair off her face and stared into her eyes. "You okay, babe?"

"Why didn't you use both cocks?" Tamara breathed heavily.

Fane chuckled. "I thought you would say what a great lover I am . . . and you want to know about my other cock."

"Oh, you
are
a wonderful lover." Tamara ran her fingers through his hair. "But I had to ask."

Fane slipped from her body and allowed his second cock to break though the sac.

He cupped her bottom and plunged into her. Tamara let out a hum of delight; her expression turned to one of true rapture. Her arms slipped around his neck, her soft lips searching for his mouth. He licked her bottom lip. "You're such demanding lover . . . I like that in my women."
Strong women make such great subs.
He nibbled her neck and rolled his hips in a slow rhythm. "Mmm . . . I can use my twin cocks for straight sex, or anal sex, or both. Whatever you want, sweet lady. I can fuck you with this one, so my other cock rubs your clit." He increased the pace. "I can make you . . . come . . . all night."

* * * * *

Tamara gasped. This cock was thicker and stretched her delightfully. She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. His teeth grazed her neck, his hot tongue soothing the hurt.

If she could just get him to spank her, he would be a perfect lover.

"Get on top." Fane rolled until he lay beneath her.

She straddled his hips. Pressing her palms against his damp chest, she leaned back, impaling herself deeper on his shaft. Ripples of delight sent shockwaves into places she did not know existed. He held her hips in his warm hands and began to thrust into her. His twin cock grew hard and pressed deliciously against her sensitive clit. With so much erotic pleasure, her mind grew fuzzy. "Oh God . . . Fane . . . it's too much . . . too fast . . . I'm going to . . . ahh . . . ."

The room moved in and out of focus. Fane wet his full lips, and Tamara watched his eyes become sultry, blue orbs. His sweat-soaked body shuddered, and steaming cum filled her, the torture so exquisite, white spots danced before her eyes. She cried out her release.

"You belong to me now." Fane drew Tamara down to lie against him.

Tamara rested her head against his chest. Under her ear, his heart pounded, and air rushed in and out of his lungs. This handsome, gentle man wanted her. She closed her eyes.
Yes, I believe I do belong to you now.

Chapter Eight

Jace checked the readings streaming from his AI three times. He shook his head.

Gryd was trying to contact him—Gryd. How in God's name had the little weasel found them? He thought he had destroyed everything the man could use to track them.

Determined never to return to Terros 9, Jace pounded his head against the wall. Why did he volunteer to integrate with an AI in the first place? He knew the consequences and yet disregarded all the warning bells. He glanced out of the window. Dawn had just broken over the city; the early shafts of sunlight sparkled across the thousands of windowpanes. He contacted Fane using Mind Speak. "
Fane."

"I'm with my woman. Go away."

Jace scrubbed his hands over his face.
"Gryd is trying to contact me. I don't know
how he found us, but he is on his way here. My guess is that he has brought a battalion with him
to take us back. I'm not going. Ask the doc if she can remove my AI."

"No one can perform that surgery, and you know it. How come he hasn't contacted me?"

"I have no idea."
Jace rubbed the back of his neck.
"I've been wracking my brain for
the last hour. The bastard is getting closer. I'm guessing he's in orbit."

"I won't let him take you. I'm on my way."

"Eat something first . . . and you might as well tell Tamara. She might have something to
make Gryd believe I'm dead."

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