Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
We’ve made an absolute mess and I don’t keffing care, because cleaning up would mean moving away from her, and I don’t think I can do that.
But the moment the door at the front slides open with a chime, it reminds me that we’re not in private. I tense, and underneath me (and around my cock) I can feel Naomi tense.
Kef. Someone’s here. Someone’s here, and I’ve got a woman sprawled over my desk, covered in my seed.
This is absolutely not in the custodial regulations.
I slip out of the warmth of Naomi’s body, and immediately there’s a wet sound as my seed spills out of her. I wince, shoving my cock into my trou (luckily they were still around my ankles) and activating the auto-fastener. “Wait here.”
“What time is it?” she asks, dazed. Naomi draws her legs together as I grab my tunic and pull it over her head, covering her naked limbs with it. It fits over her like a tent, and the auto-fastener at the collar flashes, notifying me it’s undone.
I ignore it. “Just before dawn. Khex is coming in for his shift.” And thank everything in the universe that it’s Khex and not Sinath, because then I’d never hear the end of it. “Let me ask him to give us a moment for privacy.”
Her eyes go wide and she clutches the collar of my tunic to her neck. “Oh my god, are we in trouble?”
“No, of course not,” I reassure her. “I will let him know I was simply assisting you.”
Naomi lets out a sigh of relief and nods at me. “I’ll wait back here, then, until it’s safe to sneak out.”
Good. I will talk to Khex and explain the situation, and then I will guide Naomi’s sled home for her, since she is likely too exhausted to be a safe driver. My shift is over anyhow, and I would like to spend more time with her. Get to know her better.
After all, I’m half in love with her already. She’s perfect.
I gaze at her as she eases one leg slowly off my desk, wincing as her foot hits the floor. We’ve definitely made a mess of the office, but I can’t help but be pleased as I regard her. Naomi’s thick dark hair is a mess, cascading over her shoulders and snarled at the back of her head. A few locks are damp with sweat against her brow, and when she yawns, it is the cutest thing I have ever seen. I want to bury my face into her neck and breathe in our mingled scents. I want to haul her into my arms and carry her out to the sled.
I want to shove my fingers back between her thighs and plug up the seed that is already trickling down her skin.
Instead, I give her one last quick smile and then race toward the front of the office, down the narrow hall and ensuring the door shuts behind me as I move to the front of the building. I’m very aware of wearing nothing but my trou and my boots. My hair is probably a mess, my horns smudged with fingerprints, and all of my tattoos on my chest are on display, along with the piercings through my nipples. I’ve never worn anything but my complete uniform, collar fastened to my neck, and Khex is sure to give me grief about the ugly tattoos covering my skin of brand names I enjoyed as a youth and a few sayings that I thought were tough-sounding. Now they just embarrass me.
Khex stands by the front desk, a steaming mug of tea in his hand. He frowns in my direction as I arrive. “Ashley said to tell you hi and she made some night tea for you. But I’m guessing you don’t need it since the entire office smells like a keffing brothel. You want to tell me why everything reeks of cunt or should I go in the back and say hello to whoever is back there?”
“No,” I say quickly, moving to stand in front of the door controls. “She will be embarrassed.” When Khex tilts his head, I continue. “I was helping a colonist. That’s all.”
“Helping her take her clothes off?”
I pause. “Yes?”
He inhales sharply, then shakes his head and takes a big swig of his night tea. “I’m going to need to be more awake before I hear this.” He takes another swig and then gestures at me with his finger, indicating I should begin.
So I do. I tell him about Colonist Flannigan—Naomi—and how her predicament meant that she needed assistance getting pregnant. And how I, well, assisted her. Repeatedly. All night long. On my desk. I don’t give him specifics about her. Not the sounds she made when I thrust into her, or the way it felt to have her gloved around my cock. I don’t speak of the fact that she wouldn’t kiss me, or the way she breathed my name when I rested over her. The squeal she made when I pushed my seed back into her body with my fingers.