Page 141 of CHOICE Lover
Sable’s shoulder slump, and she hands it back to him. “Definitely don’t want to read it, then.”
He raises a hand. “Hold on. This very specifically saysridiculous man we both love.You knew you loved me way back then?”
She bites her lip, nodding.
“And you made me go through that entire meeting—you offered to go to lunch as friends!” he exclaims.
She nods again.
Sable groans. “I think that’s my cue to leave.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Res6 says, and claps her on the shoulder. “Thanks for coming.”
Sable nods solemnly. “See you tonight at dinner.”
As the three of them leave the recycling station, they part ways with Sable. His private locker room is the closest, so he drags a willing Electra there. When they make it inside, he closes and locks the door. “You are in so much trouble.”
Her mischievous grin sends heat straight to his groin. “Good trouble, I hope?”
He sets the book on the counter, then he spins her and bends her over it. “How do you feel about spanking?”
She darts a glance over her shoulder. “Spanking?”
“Yes, it’s a sudden, strong urge. Answer me.”
Her cheeks are even pinker now. “Curious, I suppose.”
“That’s good. Because that book is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me, and I’m going to reward you by spanking your gorgeous ass like you deserve. I’m going to take you like this so I can see my bright red handprint. Then I’m going to spend the rest of our lives being the one giving you the scandalous ideas for those books you write, because believe me, I’ve been marinating on all the ways I’d like to worship you.” He reaches up, taking the band of her leggings in both hands. Her eyes widen as she wets her lower lip and draws it into her mouth. “Sounds like a plan?”
Her pupils dilate. “Wow.”
A low chuckle rumbles up his throat. She’s clearly intrigued. He seems to be getting the hang of this whole romantic hero thing. She’s already wiggling with anticipation as he peels her leggings over the luscious globes of her ass. He runs his hand over one and then the other while palming himself through his jumpsuit.
An accident brought him here to this place with her. This human woman, who he did his best to resist, but who drew him in, broke down his walls, and pierced his heart like the heroine she is.
“Electra,” he urges, waiting for her response.
She only wiggles, gripping the edge of the counter, waiting eagerly like she knows it’s driving him wild. He raises his hand, preparing to strike. “Do you have any idea how badly I want you?”
A shining smile lights up her beautiful face, like she’s been the architect of this entire story. “I think I have an idea.”
49 – HEA
Electra
February 26, 2391, a month later.
Electra steps out of their bedroom, and Res6’s eyes flick up from the wine glasses he is setting out.
His stare greedily takes her in. “What in Zorg’s name are you wearing?”
She shrugs, glancing down at her outfit—a sheer aqua dress covering heart-shaped nipple pasties and a thong—her new friend K8 convinced her is the height of fashion. “K8 took me shopping. This is from Incredible Bill’s most recent collection,” she says, thinking that based on how much K8 gushed about the designer, Res6 should have some idea of who she’s referring to.
“Incredible who?” he asks, stalking toward her.
“Bill. You know,MSP’s most famous fashion designer.”
His hands wrap around her waist, drawing her into his chest. “Do you want me to walk around with an erection all night in front of our friends?”
