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my words and wants to turn toward it.

“Now, I imagine you need a nap,” I smile at him.

“Let me order you food,” he says. “Then I’ll sleep. I feel like I just ran a hundred milles.”

“I bet you do.”

Chapter Six

Ar’Tok

‘Wake up, Sunshine. That’s what my Mom always used to say,” Star says in a happy, chirpy voice I’ve never heard her use before.

My eyes pop open to see her face alight with a wide smile. I barely slept last night, tossing and kicking off the covers. Although I’m still not used to a bed, it wasn’t the soft mattress that was the problem. It was our conversation.

I figured I’d never tell anyone my history—my shame. The other males on the ship certainly didn’t need to know, and I foresaw no female in my future.

I never dreamed the story of my disgrace would pass my lips, and certainly didn’t think I’d be telling it to the most beautiful female in the galaxy. I assumed I’d wake this morning to an empty bed, that Star would have asked the management for another room.

But here she is, and I can’t dispute the fact that she looks happy to be here.

“We have a lot to do this morning. Potty if you have to, then your presence is requested back in this bed,” her voice is commanding, but her face is still beaming.

I slide out of bed and hit the bathroom, still wondering what’s going on.

“No other living being has ever looked so good in a pair of sleep pants,” she calls through the closed door.

When I wander out, face washed and teeth brushed, she points to the bed and orders, “Sit against the headboard.”

“Care to fill me in?”

“No. You’ll like it. That’s all I’m going to divulge,” she says haughtily, her chin tilted up as if I violated an unwritten rule.

“I’m going to blindfold you,” she announces, then her voice gets softer, and she adds, “unless you object.”

“I’ll like it?” my voice sounds calm, but alarms are blaring in my head.

“Yes. Possibly love it.”

This is about trust—interesting. Every internal buzzer and siren is screaming at me, but I slide onto the bed, lean against the headboard, and close my lids.

After wrapping a soft cloth around my eyes, she ties it behind me. A door opens and closes, then I hear furniture sliding across the plush carpeting, dishes clattering, and the smell of food wafts under my nose.

“Ready?” her voice is perky.

“No,” mine is grumpy.

“I’ll ask again in ten minutes. In the meantime, say stop if you want me to, otherwise it’s game on.”

Her slight weight dips onto the bed, then she straddles me. Did she suggest I’d love this? I’m already halfway there. If she scooted up half a fierto, her sex would ride mine. Is that what’s on the menu?

Her hands rest on my shoulders, and she leans to brush her lips against mine. Soft kisses. No tongue. My cock strains toward her.

“Oh, look what we have here,” she announces, not at all embarrassed to call attention to the heavy erection bobbing at my hips. A soft hand slips under my pants, envelops me, then strokes from base to tip. Just once.

“Sorry, Ar’Tok. We’re here for a tasting of an entirely different sort. Although I’ve got to admire your instincts.”

I never dreamed I’d have a female to banter with like this, with good-natured teasing. This could be addictive.

She kisses me again, licks the seam of my lips until I open to her, then coaxes my tongue out into the open.

“Yes. Right where I want you. I got up early and arranged an entire day of festivities for us. The first is food tasting. I’ve grown up with hydroponic fruits and veggies along with simulator food. You grew up with . . . I don’t want to picture it. We have a lot of food from all over the galaxy to explore.

“I’ll start first.” I hear her chew. “Hmm. I’ll let you make your own judgments, so I won’t tell you my opinion until you’ve had your taste.”

She slides the bite of food down my tongue from the center to the tip, dragging it slowly, so I taste it fully. Then she leaves it in my mouth for me to chew.

“Three words,” she says. “Describe it in three words.”

“Sweet. Tart. Fresh. What were yours?”

“Delicious, complex, firm. If you had to guess, what color is this food?”

“Pink,” I say without thinking.

“Right on. Here.” She slides my blindfold to my brow and hands me a deep