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  She was pleased with the slightly snotty tone of voice but Mace only grinned.

  “I’ll be waiting for your call,” he drawled.

  That wicked voice reminded her that seconds ago she was pressed against his body, hands on her skin, lips—

  She shook her head. She needed to focus. Find Harken, send Cayl home and get Mace back out of her life.

  She walked back into the living room and headed toward the front door. Cayl followed and Mace took up the rear. Without looking back, she stepped onto the porch and down the short walkway. It took her a moment to realize Cayl was no longer behind her.

  She stopped, backed up, looked around the corner of the house. Three heartbeats later, Cayl appeared, his eyes a little glassy, his lips a bit redder and the beginning of an erection pressing against his fly.

  For a moment, she expected him to blush, or stammer but he had no concept of shame or embarrassment. Sex was merely a human physical activity.

  He saw her waiting and scanned his gaze down her body, his eyes pausing on her chest before continuing the journey to her feet and back up. She’d worn trousers today and granny panties to ensure what happened last night wouldn’t happen again. The stinging in her ass hadn’t lasted long. The ache in her pussy still hadn’t ended.

  Cayl met her stare and she wanted to come up with some sarcastic comment about him quickly turning into a male but he did it innocently. He was just following the dictates of his body.

  “Let’s go,” she sighed. They walked around the corner of the garage where she’d parked in the driveway.

  Devin pulled her car onto the road. The first task would be to go Switch and see if Cayl could pick up Harken’s traces in daylight. If that didn’t work, she’d head to the office and research the names Mace had given them.

  As she drove, her mind went back to Cayl and Mace. She didn’t want to know what happened between them. She didn’t. Except she did. A corner of her brain was curious but she didn’t want to just ask. It’s none of your business. But that didn’t stop her from wanting to know.

  How could he?

  And was it any good?

  Taking a breath, she glanced at Cayl.

  “So, did you sleep well?”

  “I did. This form obviously needed the rejuvenation.”

  “Yes. Humans need approximately eight hours of sleep a night.”

  “Hmm.” Cayl’s hum drew Devin’s attention. “I don’t believe I received eight hours of sleep. The sensory input that the human form receives is overwhelming and made it difficult to find a restful state.”

  Devin nodded. She’d heard the same from other clients.

  “But after Mace showed me how to relieve the affliction in my shaft, I was able to find the rest this form needed.”

  Her foot slipped off the gas and the car lurched. “Uh sorry. He helped you?” As soon as the question was out of her mouth she knew she would regret hearing the answer but that “can’t stop staring at a train wreck” part of her brain wanted to know.

  “Yes. It was quite illuminating.”

  She could have almost believed his clinical tone if he hadn’t squirmed in his seat, his shoulders pressing against the seatback and his hips giving the smallest thrust upward.

  “First with his hand and finally with his mouth, he brought me to release.”

  As if she’d been there, the images pummeled her brain—Mace sucking Cayl’s cock, Devin watching from the corner of the bed, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. In her dream, Mace lifted his head and held out his hand, calling her.

  “Come fuck him, baby. I’ll ride that sweet ass while he fills your cunt.”

  She moved, putting her fingers in his and allowing herself to be dragged seduced.

  “Agent Denning, does that red light not mean stop?”

  The calm inquiry shattered her fantasy and she jammed her feet on the brake, her car squealing to a stop a third of the way through the intersection.

  Luckily there was no one behind her or coming at them. She slammed the car into reverse and pulled back behind the white line.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, concerned.

  “What? Oh, yes. Fine.” She wasn’t. She was thinking about sex—with an alien—when she should be concentrating on finding this killer. She forced her lips into a smile. “What were we discussing?”

  “That Mace sucked my cock last night.”

  She gulped. He didn’t quite understand social norms, that one didn’t speak about such things. “Right and it made it so you could sleep.”

  “Well, I couldn’t sleep right then. I had to relieve him of his affliction as well.” He blinked and stared at Devin. “It seems impolite that one party would find satisfaction in the sex act but the other party not.”

  Oh, that all men thought like you.

  She kept the words to herself and just let Cayl speak.

  “So, I explored his genitalia with my fingers and tongue.” The words were clinical, almost brusque, but the deep undertone in his voice made Devin’s pussy shiver. “Quite fascinating. Captivating even. It was different from stroking you to a climax but quite pleasurable as well. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy his shaft in my mouth but the sensation was intriguing. As was his orgasm.”

  “Glad you enjoyed yourself,” she all but snarled as she flipped the car into drive and powered through the intersection.

  “Yes, I did. And again this morning. My shaft was hard when I awoke and Mace once again was kind enough to assist me.”

  “And then you assisted him?” she asked trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. After all, she’d been the one fondled and caressed to orgasm by two gorgeous men. She could hardly deny Cayl—and Mace—the same relief. But with her, it had been accidental.

  “Of course. That is only fair.” He stared forward, silent.

  A strange pressure seemed to fill the car and Devin glanced at Cayl. The edge of his mouth was pulled up into a soft smile as if he was reliving some particularly fond memory.

  “What?” Devin asked exasperated.

  “Oh, I was just thinking that we were quite efficient this morning. He joined me while I stood beneath the shower and I was allowed to suck him off once again.”

  She considered his words and wondered for a moment if Cayl had gotten “allowed” confused with “had to” but no, Cayl’s command of vocabulary was quite precise.

  “Good for you.”

  Cayl nodded. “It gives me a bit more understanding into the human animal. It is not that you can’t progress, merely that there are too many temptations to distract you. And you are not strong-minded enough creatures to ignore the distractions.”

  * * * * *

  Devin’s day didn’t progress well from there. Harken’s trace elements were present but too faint and scattered for Cayl to track.

  They’d arrived at her office and she’d spent fifteen minutes begging her boss to replace her as Cayl’s handler. She wasn’t the best person for this job, she’d insisted but when her boss had asked why, she hadn’t had an answer. How could she tell him that she wanted to fuck the alien? And his human lover. There had to be a regulation that prohibited that.

  The final blow to her returning to her safe, quiet desk job was Cayl insisting that she remain as his escort so he didn’t have to go through the tedious process of explaining his mission once again.

  So, she was stuck with him.

  And the images of him and Mace together. Naked. Fucking.

  It made the day quite long.

  Devin sat down at her desk and did a search on the names Mace had gotten at the club. One was clearly a legitimate member. Another didn’t appear during her initial search but after a bit of work she found him in another database, one that indicated he’d just gotten out of prison on a sex crime conviction. She set his name aside to mention it to Mace.

  The final name was nowhere in their system. Not in any database, government or public. His name didn’t even appear when she Googled him and she hadn’
t thought that was possible.

  “We’ve got a name,” she announced to a stoic Cayl. He’d started out pacing in front of her desk but when she’d snapped at him, he’d taken a seat. That had almost been worse. He’d sat, staring at her, waiting for her to make some pronouncement.

  “Then let us go find him.”

  She shook her head. “We don’t know where he is. He doesn’t exist in our system.”

  The edges of Cayl’s eyes tightened down. “Then why have we wasted this time looking through your primitive computer systems? It does us no good.”

  “Yes it does,” she explained, hoping her voice stayed calm and measured. “We know what name he’s using on Earth. I’m scanning right now to see if he’s got credit cards in this name. That will tell us where he’s been shopping. I’ve set up alerts so if he uses that name again, it will flag it. This will help us track him.”

  “I can track him.”

  “Yes, but only if you happen to run across his trace elements. This is a much more logical method,” she pointed out. Cayl was all about logic.

  Cayl tipped his head and his lips pursed. “I suppose there is some method to your investigation. Fine. We will try it this way and when we do not find him—”

  Devin’s lips twitched with the urge to growl.

  “We will return to the sex club. They will be able to find him for us, correct?”

  “Probably. Let’s just try it my way for a bit.”

  Cayl was clearly not happy but he nodded.

  Devin sighed, her relief needing an outlet. She had to find Harken today. If she didn’t, that meant another trip to Switch and having to call Mace and ask for help a second time. She didn’t think her pride would survive that.

  * * * * *

  Devin stared across the room filled with half-dressed, writhing bodies. To hell with my pride. My sanity won’t survive.

  Her search for Harken had been unsuccessful. She’d found out where he’d been shopping—home improvement stores mainly—but no recent activities allowed them to follow him.

  So, they’d ended up back at Switch. Cayl had been insistent, almost eager. And when she’d tried to tease him about wanting to go to Switch just for the sex, he’d gotten stern and used that superior tone to say it was purely for investigative purposes.

  Ha! She didn’t believe that for a second. Particularly not when Cayl requested she wear something slutty, something that showed her “tits”. That had prompted a long discussion about words used to describe the human body. She was pretty sure Cayl had dismissed most of what she’d said.

  She’d thought about Cayl’s expectation that she wear something slutty but no way was she going out bare-breasted. Not again. Instead, she wore a short black skirt, black bra and a mostly sheer white blouse. She was pretty happy with the look. It had been one of those outfits that after two glasses of wine at lunch and a convincing sales clerk had seemed like a good idea, but she’d never found the courage to wear. Until tonight.

  At least her breasts were covered. Mostly. They were pushed up and well-displayed but at least her nipples were hidden. Unless she took a deep breath, which she wasn’t going to do. She was going to stand there, calmly, watching the crowd and oh my…

  She inhaled long and full, her nipples tingling as they flirted with the edge of her bra. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this.

  The Switch crowd was different tonight. The room practically hummed with lust. Last night it had been early and a weeknight. Sexy but not insane. Tonight—Friday, after ten, and these people were ready for sex. Ready to fuck.

  Mace had insisted that they arrive late, saying that no one showed up early on Friday. It would make them stand out.

  And since she’d set Mace up as the expert on the club, Cayl had agreed. Plus, Mace had offered to take them out for more “nutrition”.

  Despite her irritation—at being overruled and at not being able to find Harken—Devin enjoyed dinner. Mace was interesting and sexy. She sort of regretted laughing when he’d asked her out. It hadn’t been intentional. He was a hot, sexy guy. She was a little bland and slightly overweight. She’d assumed he’d been joking so she’d laughed first. Looking back, that might have been a mistake.

  At dinner, he’d been polite and interested in what she had to say. Flirtatious but not over the top. It still confused her that a guy like him would be interested in a someone like her but the memories of last night wove through her mind—bent over the table, Mace’s hand flat on her ass, hot fingers inside her, driving her to come. It had made the meal a complicated mix of reality and fantasy.

  Even Cayl had been reasonably pleasant with only a few disparaging comments tossed in about human’s lack of understanding and knowledge.

  Cayl had made a one-eighty on his “exploration” of this world. Where last night he disdained the senses, tonight he indulged them, tasting each food—even if it didn’t come on his plate—touching the tablecloth, stroking Mace and Devin. The one thing that had remained consistent was his fascination with her chest.

  He is definitely a breast man and he should be here now. She stared, her eyes locked on the stage in front of her. Two men knelt beside a woman with small, perky breasts, their mouths latched onto her nipples. Without touching any other part of her body, the woman appeared close to orgasm. Just from having her breasts sucked.

  Her pussy clenched, liquid heat filling her core.

  A strong arm slid around her waist and dragged her back against a hot male chest, holding her place as a hard, thick cock pressed against her ass. Every protective instinct she had reared up. Her hands curled into fists and she tensed, ready to jab her elbow back. Only her surroundings stalled her reaction.

  She was at a sex club, after all. This was probably normal behavior.

  The hand on her stomach slid up, fingers teasing the lower curve of her breast. The wispy brush of a fingertip across her skin and the low masculine rumble snapped her mind into focus. It was Cayl, his hand flat against her abdomen, his cock grinding against her ass.

  “I have checked the exits and found no trace of Harken.” He spoke against her ear, his words conveying information but the tone was pure seduction. “I cannot track him in the weak light but if he had been around, I would have sensed some traces. I do not think he has appeared this evening and may I please open the clasp of your breast restraining device?”

  She nodded, the business portion of her brain trying to take over.

  His fingers dipped under her blouse and flicked the front clasp of her bra open with a skill high school boys would kill for. She gasped and stared down at the cups spreading open.

  She slapped her hand across her chest.

  “Wait.”

  “Why?” Cayl’s hand was there, surrounding one breast, his thumb flicking across the tight nipple. “You find pleasure when I touch your tits, do you not?”

  A tiny portion of her mind screamed that he obviously hadn’t learned the lesson about calling them “breasts” not “tits” but she couldn’t care. Not now. Not when he circled her breast with his hand, holding it, cupping it as if he just wanted to feel her.

  “The woman before us seems most pleasured by the males sucking her tits. It has been over twenty-four hours since I have had my mouth on your breasts and I would like to explore the sensation again.” He squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger, just enough pain to send delicious shocks into her already wet pussy. “I would have you in my mouth again.”

  Yes! Devin managed, barely, to keep the word trapped in her throat. Her mind raced through myriad possibilities, conflicted between what she wanted and what she might regret later.

  “I just do—uh, don’t want to be put on display.”

  “Hmm.” Cayl hum vibrated through her back. “Then we should find a place where I may sample you in relative privacy.”

  He dropped her breast like it was on fire, grabbed her hand and started leading her away. Devin tugged free long enough to reclasp her bra and then took Cayl’s han
d again. There was a strange portion of her head space that wanted this. Wanted to be touched and fucked in public. And when would she have another chance? Once Cayl found Harken, he would leave. And she would have no reason to call Mace and certainly no reason to come back here.

  This might be the last night.

  Her last chance.

  The wicked woman inside that she’d never let free rose to the surface. She let Cayl lead her over to an unoccupied table. He dropped into the chair and grabbed her hips, pulling her close, spreading her legs so her knees moved along the outside of his. Breath caught in her throat as a slow sensuous hunger filled her body. The constraints and concerns faded and Devin let herself fall. Heat swelled in her pussy. She relaxed into the Cayl’s hands as he guided her forward, sitting her on his thighs.

  Her black skirt inched up, crunching at her hips, stopping at the point where her panties showed.

  “Intriguing color,” Cayl murmured as he reached between her legs and stroked his fingers across pale green front panel.

  When she’d gone home to change into “slutty” clothes, she’d changed underwear as well, losing the granny panties and putting on a thong. Despite her conviction that her professionalism and control would keep her from ending up in a situation that revealed her panties, she had remembered the previous night and knew better. It wouldn’t take much for her to end up bent over a table with Mace spanking her ass and she wasn’t going to take the chance of having frumpy panties bared to the world.

  Plus, she was going out with Mace and Cayl and she needed every bit of sexual ammunition she could find. The thong helped. It allowed the skirt to brush across her ass, teasing caresses that reminded her of the heat of Mace’s palm.

  “You are hot already, perhaps wet?” Cayl’s question broke into her thoughts even as he slipped one finger beneath the silk lining and teased her pussy lips. The caress shocked the truth out of her.

  “Yes.”

  “The sight of those men sucking that woman’s tits was most arousing.” He reached up and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. “But I find the sight of your breasts much more compelling.”