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I got a feeling in my chest as I processed that unspoken acknowledgement. I wanted to know all the sides of Klinn. Would he be open to showing them to me? Could I let my guard down, too, even if it was just in here, in this little sanctuary?
As we stood there in the kitchen, taking in the view of his incomplete yet promising house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him.
"You know," I said, breaking the silence, "with your skills, you'd make a good Wanderstar agent."
Judging by Klinn’s laugh, I could tell he thought I was joking. "You’re kidding, right?"
"No, really," I continued, "I'm not trying to recruit you or anything, but think about it. Your background and abilities could easily transfer into a career doing security detail, gathering intel."
"What gives you that idea?"
"You know how to navigate through tricky situations, how to smooth things over with people. You're persuasive, and you already have knowledge of how these intergalactic baddies operate."
"Baddies? Is that your professional assessment?" He nudged my shoulder.
I playfully deflected him. "Hear me out. Plus, you have connections in Malecor who could supply valuable information. Being in the security field is decent, honest work. Why not give it a shot?"
Klinn's expression shifted, his eyes contemplating the possibilities I had laid out before him. Perhaps I struck a chord within him, reminding him of the potential he held. He took a moment to respond, his voice tinged with both skepticism and curiosity. "I’d rather sleep in on the weekends. But in the far realm of possibilities, do you really think I could do it?"
I nodded. "I've seen glimpses of your true potential. You already decided to leave the con artist life behind."
A mix of emotions played across his face, and then he took a step closer, lightly taking me by the waist. "Are you trying to make an honest Ventivore out of me?"
I smiled and returned his playful gesture, putting my hands on his shoulders. "Only you can do that. You're already starting to convince me you're genuinely set on turning it all around, and I’m a hard sell."
“You are, Little Miss Perfect. I don’t mind working hard for you, though. I won’t screw up your trust in me.”
As our eyes locked, the air between us seemed to crackle with a newfound understanding. I drummed my fingers on the kitchen table, contemplating the path that lay before us. "Exactly how hard do you intend to work?”
A devilish grin spread across Klinn's face as he leaned in closer. "As hard as you need me to.”
His touch and the heat of his kiss filled me with a sense of excitement and anticipation. I felt the strength in his body as my hands skimmed across his shoulders and back. His kiss was a sweet elixir, stealing away the air from my lungs. This time, I didn’t mind feeling breathless.
My fingers grazed against the distinctive texture of his skin. I wanted to feel more of him, with my hands and with my mouth. The touch of his muscled physique against me sent a jolt of electric energy through my veins, as if our bodies were magnetically drawn together, perfectly fitting like pieces of a unique puzzle. My back was against the kitchen island. I inhaled as Klinn leaned towards me, and I felt the length of his cock pressing against his pants.
“Don’t act so surprised.” His words were tinged with desire. “You know I want you.”
“It’s not about that.” I struggled to find a way to describe how big he was. And how long. I could feel the base of his erection straining against my thigh while the tip pressed into the soft skin near my belly button. “You know you’re packing, right?”
He laughed softly at my bumbling words, kissing me before I had a chance to really get embarrassed by them. “It’s because of you. You make me this hard, Faye. Your hips and hair.” He found the elastic band and gently tugged it loose. I had no objection this time as his fingers played in my curls. “Your smart brain and even smarter mouth.”
He captured my mouth again, this time in a forceful kiss. My body got taut with sexual desire as I felt a light tug on my hair, and he caused me to raise my head and see the pure, unbridled attraction in his mysterious obsidian eyes. “I could kiss you quiet but there’s something about that sharp tongue of yours I like hearing.”
Our lips melded together in a hot dance of longing. Our tongues intertwined, engaging in a sensuous choreography, exploring the depths of our desires. He tasted as good as he smelled. My pussy got slick with each kiss, each suckle of the tongue, each bite as if his head were below my hips and not above my neck.
I squirmed as the tension between my legs intensified. He stopped kissing me long enough to notice. I bit my lip, self-conscious, as he saw my thighs pressed together. His sensual mouth curved as a knowing look crossed his face. “Do you want me to help you seek release?”
The desire grew in me as he framed the invitation in a way I had never heard. I traced the edge of a tattoo that peeked out from the neckline of his shirt. “If you mean what I think you mean.” My voice trembled, soft, as I admitted my desire for him. “Then yes.”
He lifted me on top of the island, where I had a full, elevated view of him in his masculine glory. His broad shoulders commanded attention, exuding strength and confidence. His torso, symmetrical, drew my eye to the subtle ripples and valleys lower that seemed to wait for my exploration. Before I could imagine just what was beneath those clothes, he put my legs on either side of him and pushed me gently on the cool surface of the kitchen marble.
Now he was the one who stared down at me. I watched admiration and desire play upon his handsome features. His hands moved with a deft touch as he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off my legs. I heard them land on the floor, the metallic button making a soft click on the hardwood.
Klinn removed my panties next. He left an electric trail with his hands as he slid them down and off. “I know the effect of your tongue. Maybe I’ll show you what I can do with mine.”
Excitement built in my core as he dipped his head. A heat like I'd never known shot through me when I felt the first flick of his tongue across my slit.
I gripped the edges of the island as he pleased me with his mouth and tongue. His lips moved against my soft, sensitive labia. He kept his movements light across my swollen little clit. He might as well have been speaking secret words of magic with his lips. Just like his speech was tinged with playfulness and mischief, so was his tongue as he licked and teased me into a frenzy.
