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“I’m glad for them...though I admit I was a bit taken aback at your mother’s subservience.”
He looked astonished. “Subservience?”
“Well, yes. She merely looks at your father while he speaks for both of them. I’m not passing judgment, of course, but I never got the impression that your culture was so…er, male-dominated. You don’t seem to think that way at all.”
His eyes widened as she spoke. “Indeed I do not. In fact, Professor, your impression is quite mistaken. Our world is not male-dominated in the least, but is in fact a matriarchy. My father speaks for my mother, true, but only because she is the Empress and gives him dispensation to do so. He rules on her behalf, and only with her permission.”
“Oh—oh, I see.” Layla felt her face turn red. She had completely misinterpreted who was giving whom permission for what. Her assumptions, based on her own raw emotions, had led her astray. “Please forgive me. What an embarrassing mistake.”
He shrugged, and she saw that he was biting back a smile. “Well, no matter. My father was quite taken with you. He even suggested that if I were interested in taking a mistress, I should ask you to be mine.”
“Mistress?” Layla gaped, but some secret part of her was flattered, as well. “I suppose he meant that as a compliment?”
“Indeed he did. I might add that on my world, unions between younger men and older woman are both common and respected. However, I informed him that such an arrangement was impossible.”
“Impossible…yes.” His matter-of-fact answer disappointed her, but she refused to let it show. “It is. Even if I do decide to leave the Institute and join your father’s—er, your mother’s—diplomatic corps, you’re going off on the Trailblazer. You’ll be gone for years, perhaps.”
Jaret paused, averting his gaze and chewing on his lower lip for a moment. “Actually, that will not be the case. Though the Trailblazer is no doubt a fine vessel, I am not inclined to accept. In fact, I have already resigned my commission. Despite all predictions to the contrary, mine may be the shortest Starforce career on record.”
“But why?” she asked, dazed by his admission. “You would have been the finest officer on board. You could have gained a command of your own in a few years.”
He shook his head. “Commanding a warship is not the future I envision for myself. I have come to realize that no matter what the circumstances, I cannot and will not learn to kill. After talking the issue over with my parents, I have decided that I would be happier working for peace. At your side.”
“You mean…you’re interested in a diplomatic career?”
“Yes. My parents told me of their offer to you, and I have come to inquire whether there might be an opening on your staff…assuming you are inclined to accept.”
Tears sprang to her eyes before she could stop them. All her plans for biding her time and planning her every move around him faded with the rush of emotion that gripped her.
“I do plan to accept,” she blurted as they moved toward each other and wound their bodies together. “Both their offer and yours.”
“I have not finished making my own offer yet,” he said. “I told Father that you could not become my mistress—because I wanted to make you my wife. However long it takes, I intend to persuade you.”
While he spoke, he opened the front of her uniform jacket and pushed it down her shoulders, sliding his lips along the curve of her neck. In response, Layla smoothed a hand down his thigh and across to the front of his trousers.
“Persuade me then,” she whispered.
Their lips met in a deep, soul-searing kiss. Years seemed to have passed since they had last been together. Without moving his lips from hers, Jaret lifted her into his arms and seated her on the edge of her desk. Suddenly starved for his sweet masculine taste, Layla stretched out lengthwise on the surface of the desk so that his waist was at eye level. Quickly she opened the front of his trousers and guided his cock toward her mouth. His flesh, velvety and hot, slid along her tongue, the plump head coming to rest against the back of her throat. Reveling in his shape, his spicy flavor, and everything about him, she sucked and teased and rubbed the length of rigid shaft. His deepening moans told her that he was already well on his way to peaking.
Just as she readied herself to take him farther, he reached down and grasped her shoulders. His fingers trembled as he gently pushed her back and extracted his cock. Layla could only stare in wonder at the way it proudly jutted between them, swollen with need and streaked with thick, pulsating veins.
Hastily he moved her into an upright position and parted her thighs with a single nudge of his hips. Then he stepped between her open legs and entered her in a single thrust. Now it was her turn to moan as his slick flesh slid against hers. The fullness was almost too much to bear. Layla wrapped her legs around his waist and hoisted herself against his body.
In that moment, she realized that he was no longer a boy. In that raw, young cadet’s place was a strong, assured man—a prince—who commandeered her body as no one else could, and yet he allowed her to command his, as well. She controlled the depth and rate of his strokes into her, speeding up only when orgasm became inevitable. They came together on the desk, knocking over a stone ornament in the process. Layla watched it crack against the floor and roll away just as an incredible climax swept over her.
Afterward, he looked up at her inquiringly. “Our marriage would not be like that of my parents, you know,” he said, almost shyly, still basking in the glow of their intense mutual orgasm.
“What do you mean?”
“As I mentioned earlier, it took some time for genuine love to blossom between them. I daresay we will not have to wait so long. On my part, at least, such feelings are already present.”
An entirely too giddy smile parted her lips before she had time to bite it back. “I must admit that I am experiencing them, too,” she admitted as a look of relief and happiness spread across his own face. “I do love you, Jaret. I should warn you, though—it might take a while to convince me to marry you. I’m quite independent, you know.”
“I can accept that,” he said. “In fact, I cannot imagine you any other way.”
*THE END*
About The Author
Cassandra Pierce has been writing erotica since the early 1990s, first for magazines and now for ebooks. She has published novels with Siren, Aspen Mountain, and now Secret Cravings. She is always happy to hear from readers!
Other Books by Cassandra
Tropical Treats (Short Stories of Men In Love 1)
Forest Flings (Short Stories of Men In Love 2)
Electronic Encounters(Short Stories of Men In Love 3)
Secret Cravings Publishing
www.secretcravingspublishing.com