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“She does. She has seen your profile and is happy to proceed with the match.” She’d be foolish not to. Solan was a hot alien. Vegas shook her head. There would be no lusting after a client. This was business.

“I have not seen her full profile.”

“She is fertile. That is all you care about.” Vegas heard the sharpness in her words.

Solan met her gaze. “Yes. That is the main priority.”

“Then you will receive her full information at the end of your induction. It is standard practise.”

“I have been approved, though,” Solan said. “I have passed all your tests?”

“You have.” Vegas checked his file. In fact, he’d aced every one. There didn’t seem to be a flaw about him. It was a shame they couldn’t check for what level of jerk he was. He would have failed that test. She put him at a level fifteen jerk with an A for smugness.

“I should meet her.”

Vegas let out a gentle sigh. These males were always so eager to meet their mate. “We’ll run through the basics of human reproduction first.”

“I have read about it. I understand what needs to happen. It is not dissimilar to how we mate on Miran. Nor should it be, since you humans are our primitive throwback.”

“Primitive throwback?” He’d been upgraded to a level twenty jerk.

Solan shrugged. “Yes. You understand your development?”

Her fingers tightened on the tablet. “If you’re sure we’re not too primitive for you, shall I continue the induction, or would you like to look elsewhere for a fertile mate?”

Solan scratched his chin. “You may continue.”

“Thanks so much.” Vegas briefly wondered about changing his match. She remembered the over the top redhead who’d bounced around the space station a couple of weeks ago. She had a voice that could shatter glass. That would be sure to annoy Solan.

“Is there a problem?”

Resisting the temptation, Vegas shook her head. “As you rightly pointed out, the reproductive process is similar. Our genetic histories are the same, with a few minor differences.”

“You don’t have superpowers.”

She spluttered out a laugh. Up he shot to a level twenty-five jerk. “You have superpowers?”

“We are defenders of multiple galaxies.”

“How could I forget that? You’re regular heroes. Yes, humans have no superpowers. But we do have the ability to reproduce. We are fertile. In a way, I consider that a kind of superpower.” It was a low blow, but he’d pissed her off.

The gleam of irritation in Solan’s eyes made her stomach tighten. She’d gotten to him. This was one thing she had that he could not get anywhere else. My Single Alien could give him a longed-for child. Without it, she knew he’d not be considered a true Galaxar. He could rut with as many females as he liked, but unless he sired a squib, a question of ability would hang over his head like a sharp blade ready to fall.

“The mating process,” Solan said. “I must climax inside of you?”

“No! Not me!”

He shook his head. “I mean, the female. I must ejaculate inside of her? You have a tunnel like our females?”

Her breath came out shakier than she’d expected as an image of Solan climaxing inside her filled her head. It had been her favorite fantasy for months. “That’s correct. It’s important you provide your partner with as much pleasure as possible. It will make the process a more pleasing one for you both. And if your first coupling is not successful, she will be more receptive to repeating the mating with you if you make it enjoyable and comfortable.”

Solan sat up straight. “I’ve never had any complaints regarding my ability to satisfy a female.”

Vegas’s gaze ran over Solan’s muscular physique. There was no denying he was incredible to look at. Even though he was a level twenty-five jerk, he was making her feel warm inside. If she could get him to keep his mouth shut, he would be perfect.

“You are interested in my appearance. I can show you everything I have.”

His comment jerked Vegas away from lusting after his body. “Show me what?”