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“There are other reasons to touch, Sida.”

“Exactly,” she countered. “And those are the reasons why we’re not. I need to rescue my people, not get off.”

Dakaron moaned miserably, as he stepped out of the room. “I would love nothing more than to get you off. You simply need to learn that you can do both. You keep talking about it, I may have to leave your presence until you’re ready to reconsider.”

Sida snorted, but her insides felt like the grand finale on the 4th of July at his words. Her resolve so very close to shattering. “First you bitch about not being able to hear my thoughts and now you’re complaining about me sharing them,” she retorted. “Please, don’t make it complicated or anything.”

He was silent for a moment, before he actually chuckled. “I think I’m beginning to understand that you’re attempting to display a kind of humor. Also,” he added, sending her another sultry, smoldering look over his shoulder. “You have a pension for inappropriate words that I find very enticing.”

Great. Just what she needed.  A purely prurient alien fascinated with the foul languages of Earth. Because, there’s no way that could ever possibly go wrong…

Sensual Sentient #WIP
A.C. Melody


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