Alien Sex 102 by Allie Ritch Read Free Book Online Page A

the rapture. I’m going to give you so much pleasure, Katra.”
    She sure hoped so. For some reason, she felt certain it would hurt as well as disappoint her if he let her down.
    It took them thirty minutes to reach his house, although he maneuvered through traffic with the same ease and grace he no doubt used to navigate corporate politics. Once they parked, he helped her out and offered his upper left arm to escort her to his door. The gesture would have seemed plutonic if he hadn’t slipped his lower arm around her waist at the same time. He used one of his free hands to code open the door. Lights came on as soon as they entered the foyer.
    “Right this way.” He steered her deeper into his territory.
    His décor wasn’t anything like what Katra had expected. Most corporate types seemed to prefer colorless tones like black and white and gray. Their furniture was invariably accented with metal and curved into strange shapes with clean lines—cold, hard, uncomfortable pieces. Krux’s place wasn’t like that. Instead, his home looked like some kind of ancient manor house. All the furniture was heavy wood with overstuffed cushions that practically radiated warmth and welcome. Intricately designed rugs sprawled across the enormous flagstone tiles, and the walls were covered in a combination of Brachoi ethnic tapestries and pictures of what must be his family and friends.
    “Like it?” he asked.
    She answered sincerely. “You have a beautiful home.”
    That seemed to please him. He led her into the kitchen where he prepared two cups of tea. Although this room appeared too spotless to have seen much use, he had all the best equipment. Their drinks were heated to the perfect temperature within seconds.
    Katra accepted the cup and felt its warmth seep into her hand. Lifting it to her lips, she breathed in slowly, letting the herbal aroma saturate her lungs. It had been a long time since she’d had jengal tea, but she still remembered its potent and insidious heat. One sip and she felt that tingling burn caress her throat and wreathe her stomach before the sizzle spread to lower, more interesting areas.
    “Mmm.” She hummed in pleasure. “I haven’t had this since my freshman year of college.”
    Krux studied her over the rim of his cup as he swallowed. She knew the instant the tea took effect because his skin darkened to a fiery crimson. Licking her lips, she wondered what he tasted like.
    “This is my first experience with it.” He cleared his throat. “I must admit I didn’t expect such a sensual wallop.”
    Setting his cup down, he faced her over the island counter separating them. Very slowly, he began circling the obstruction.
    “The last time I had it,” Katra explained, “my new boyfriend gave it to me because he wanted to get lucky. Amazing how history repeats itself, isn’t it?”
    Stalking closer, he kept his gaze fixed on her. “Not really. The overall scenario may be redundant, but the players change.”
    “And are you a player?” She had to glance at him over her shoulder when he stepped behind her.
    “I’ve been known to play. When I do, I play hard, and I always play to win.”
    She took another hearty gulp of the tea and set it aside.
    “So, did he?” Krux slid one of his palms up her right arm while he brushed aside her hair, baring her neck.
    “Did he what?” she whispered.
    “Did your boyfriend’s play work? Did he get lucky?” Planting a third hand on her hip, he sent his fourth sliding toward her right breast. Just as his marauding palm cupped her through her bodice, he pressed a gentle kiss to her exposed nape.
    She couldn’t repress a sensual shiver. “He would have gotten lucky anyhow. The tea just sped things up.”
    His growl of approval stirred the hair behind her ear. Seconds later, a cooler breeze struck her back from her shoulders to the top of her buttocks. Her clever Brachoi had managed to open the seal of her dress without her realizing it.
    “You have a gentle