Page 40 of Stolen By Her Alien Mate

She giggles. “No. Bookkeeping. Accounting. Taxes. That kind of thing.”

“But is a librarian not one who curates and keeps books?”

She bobs her head a little while she chews. “Different kind of books.” She dabs at her lips with a napkin. “Don’t get me wrong. I love to read. Being a librarian would be a dream job. Especially a children’s librarian. And if I thought I could make as much money doing that as I can as a CPA…” She gives her head a shake that seems a little sad, but also full of resolve. “But I’m not waitressing at Big Moe’s for the rest of my life. I’m hoping to get a job at a small business or company to handle their books, payroll, that sort of thing.”

“But it’s not something you love to do?”

“No, not particularly. But it will pay the bills. I’ll be able to support myself. No matter what. All on my own.”

“What does Joey love to do?”

She bites down on her full bottom lip, making me want to do the same. “I really love children and wish I could work with them in some way. Be a teacher or mentor or something. But that requires a lot more schooling, and I don’t have the money for that. At least not right now.”

There are plenty of children on Nerida that she can instruct. I don’t know what she could teach them, but it pleases me to imagine she will find purpose on Nerida.

We finish our dinner, then I bring out the dessert. Everything I had read indicated that humans favored having something sweet at the end of their meals. It all seemed very unnecessary to me. I have other things I’m interested in eating. But I’m determined to do this right.

“Oh, what’s all this?” she asks.

“Something called brownies.”

She closes her eyes and inhales. “Ohmygod, that smells amazing. I love chocolate.” She gives me a shy smile. “You didn’t have to do all of this; go to all this trouble.”

“You’re worth it. Also, it wasn’t any trouble. You can order any kind of food.”

She laughs and the rich sound rumbles through me. I pick up a piece of the brownie and bring it to her lips, prodding her to take a bite. She does, then moans as her lips close around the chocolate. I feed her two more bites, my cock getting harder with every tiny moan and flicker from her tongue. She is beyond tempting.

“You’re not going to taste it?” she asks.

So I lean down and press my mouth to hers, sweeping my tongue inside. Sweet, rich, and decadent—that’s Joey’s flavor even without the brownie. I pull her to me, setting her on my lap, her legs on either side of my hips.

“I’m too heavy.”

“Too heavy for what?”

“To sit on you.”

“You are perfect for sitting on me.” I kiss her again, our tongues mating together. I’m so hard, so ready to be inside my sweet Minka. I pull the hem of her shirt up and over her head, leaving her exposed in front of me wearing something lacy across her breasts. I lean forward and suck a nipple into my mouth through the fabric, and she arches into me, crying out.

I do the same to her other breast and finally get impatient. I don’t know how to remove the contraption, so I simply grab the thing in the middle and pull, tearing it in half.

“Oh shit, that was hot,” Joey murmurs.

Hot is good. I knew that from reading the book Lorraine had given me. “You are hot,” I tell her while letting my gaze take in the full glory of her naked breasts. Pale skin with pink tips. Her skin is dotted with faint markings. They are scattered over her chest and arms—everywhere the sun would touch—and I’ve never seen anything like them. They aren’t the darker mating marks a woman of her status bears on her neck. They are something else. Beautiful beyond compare. And I love watching her flesh grow flushed and warm.

I continue to feast on her breasts while I work on the fastenings on her pants. One button and then the crude sound of her zipper. I release her nipple with a pop and then stand, lifting her off my lap and setting her on the floor in front of me. I remove her pants, slowly sliding them down her legs.

I’d seen her legs before, of course, because her diner uniform has a short skirt, and the dress she wore yesterday left her legs bare. But this? This feels like unwrapping the very best present. Instead of the white undergarments she’d had on earlier, she now wears a matching lace bottom. I pick her up and set her on the table, then stand to kiss her.

Her tongue sweeps through my mouth making my cock even harder. I reach down and unfastened my trousers to give my growing member more room. Gently, I push her back so that she lies on the table before me. A buffet of pleasures and temptations just for me.

The pink stains beneath both of her ears have darkened and I glance briefly at my wrists to see that my marks have done the same. An unfamiliar sensation squeezes at my heart. Pride. Power. Excitement beyond anything I’ve felt in my life.

This is my mate. My Minka.

I growl, then grab her breasts, plucking at the nipples and gently squeezing the fleshy orbs.

“I want to fuck you,” I whisper.