Desire's Prisoner (Planet Desire Book 1) by Delilah Devlin Page A

whose arousal was large enough to give a mare pause, was an everyday occurrence.
    “Captain McClure, shift change is going according to schedule. As we speak, the guards in the atrium are switching out, and Tina’s here to relieve me. She’s already reviewing my logs.”
    Growing more mortified by the moment, Evena crossed her arms over her chest, but uncrossed them quickly when she realized the move only pressed her boobs higher. “Good. Just remember the two-ale limit, in case there’s trouble later.” Evena felt a rough palm slide over her buttocks, a not-so-subtle hint they should hurry along.
    Calandra’s lips pressed together to suppress her mirth. “I don’t suppose there are more like him at the party, ma’am?”
    Ignoring Adam’s blatant attempt at distraction, Evena replied grumpily, “Nineteen more of the horny bastards are present. Don’t worry about being late. I’m sure they’ve exhausted their current partners.” That comment earned her a pinch on her already-inflamed buttocks.
    Evena’s legs turned to jelly. A hand slid around her waist to steady her. Strangely, Calandra’s avid stare only heightened Evena’s growing arousal.
    “Sure you wouldn’t like some company?” Calandra asked, her gaze fixed to the hardened pebbles of Evena’s breasts.
    “Perhaps this would be an opportunity to begin our search?” Adam’s raspy whisper curled her toes. “I’ll let you do the interviewing—I’ll just watch.”
    At first, she didn’t understand his meaning—but her body recognized the challenge immediately. Evena’s blood thrummed through her, engorging her nipples and clit, and releasing a gush of creamy response that began to trickle down her thighs. Her mind reeled with shock. I want him to watch me with a woman.
    Adam took charge. Evena’s arousal was so potent his head swam. He’d bet his last dinar Evena had never made love with a woman, so strong was her body’s response to the suggestion. Shock and desire warred in her expression.
    With a nod of invitation to the buxom blonde, Adam herded Evena down the corridor with one hand on her ass.
    “Name’s Calandra, by the way,” the blonde said dryly.
    “I heard. Call me Adam.” He glanced back at Calandra. “She’s never…”
    Calandra grinned. “Not from a lack of offers, believe me.”
    When they reached Evena’s room, Calandra entered first and began to strip immediately.
    At his raised brow, she shrugged. “Don’t want to give you two the chance to rethink this.”
    As the suit puddled around her feet, Calandra’s melon-sized breasts made Adam’s mouth go dry, and his cock jerk higher. What will Evena be tempted to do? What are the secret fantasies she’s denied herself for so long? He pushed Evena into the room, and then pulled a chair next to the bed. He straddled it backward and looked expectantly toward the women. He’d gotten them both here, the rest was up to Evena. He wondered if she’d have the courage to follow the desire he read in her flushed cheeks and avid stare.
    Evena’s heart hammered in her chest. Although no prude, she’d never before considered a sexual liaison with a woman. Strangely, Calandra’s “attributes” made her mouth water with the thought of taking her breasts into her mouth. She’d tease her nipples into hard points. The blonde hair covering Calandra’s mons beckoned her lower. How would woman-flesh taste on her tongue?
    Let Adam squirm. He’d issued the challenge. She’d answer with one of her own. And something was deliciously wicked about going with the flow while Adam watched. How quickly will he succumb to my seduction?
    Somehow, the thought of sharing him with Calandra like this didn’t generate any jealousy. Perhaps the lack of that emotion had something to do with his relinquishing control. He probably didn’t understand how much control he’d given her.
    Still unsure how to proceed, Evena knelt on the bed then lifted a hand to invite Calandra to join her.
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