Justin by Allyson James Page B

“She’s just a friend.”
    “Why should I believe anything you say?”
    “Why are you trying to make my life hell?” Justin countered.
    They faced each other, Deanna breathing hard, red-faced, and still sexy.
    “Why did you come back to Bor Narga?” Deanna asked.
    “Why is it any of your damned business?”
    “Because it’s my job to protect women from people like you!” Her voice rang in the small compartment.
    “Oh, right, to protect the women who make so many rules that my friends and I can barely exist? The same women who hire us in secret to make them orgasm all night? You’re protecting them from me ?”
    “You didn’t have to come back here,” Deanna said hotly. “You lived on Sirius, for the gods’ sake. You left there to come back to this hellhole. You’re up to something. I need to know what.”
    “Nothing that’s going to hurt you or the precious women you’re protecting.”
    “How the hell can I know that?” Deanna shouted. “Shareem aren’t supposed to lie, but you’re doing it. Shareem can’t touch a woman without her permission, but you grabbed me and shoved me around without a flicker of pain. Has someone been messing with you inside? Did they break your programming? Who was it, and what does it have to do with those girls?”
    “ I broke it.” Justin grabbed her wrist again without mitigating his strength and twisted the stun gun from her hand. “I broke my programming myself. It has nothing to do with anyone on Bor Narga. With more than twenty years on Sirius without the stupid inoculations, I had plenty of time to practice.”
    Deanna stared, openmouthed, as he clicked on the stun gun’s safety and tossed the gun to the other side of the car. “I could have you terminated for doing that.”
    “Fine. Then do it.” Justin shoved his handheld at her. “Call your patrollers. Arrest me. Terminate me. Hell, I don’t care anymore.”
    He did care, but Deanna was right. He shouldn’t have come back to Bor Narga. But after Shela had died, his craving to see Sybellie wouldn’t leave him alone.
    Now he realized his selfishness. Deanna wasn’t stupid. If she figured out what was going on, if she reported it, he might as well have killed his own daughter.
    Deanna took the handheld, but she rested it between her fingertips and didn’t turn it on. “I don’t want you terminated, Justin.” Her voice was low, that bedroom silkiness again. “I told you that when you were in the cell. I would have helped you out of there, without you having to bother Brianne d’Aroth. Why didn’t you believe me?”
    “You’re a patroller.”
    “You’re a Shareem.”
    She continued to rotate the handheld between her fingers, not making any move to use it.
    “That means we’re always enemies?” he asked her.
    Deanna’s eyes were soft. “I don’t want us to be.”
    Justin didn’t want them to be either. Not enemies. In different circumstances he’d be happy to get to know this lady. She had beauty, strength, and grit, as the plain, hardworking folks on Sirius liked to say.
    As Deanna continued to turn the handheld, Justin scooped the veil back from her face. He caressed the corners of her mouth with his thumbs, parting her lips, studying the red, moist heat of her mouth.
    Justin leaned closer, her breath on his skin as soft as the silk veil. Her hands came up to rest against his chest, the corner of the handheld pressing his tunic.
    Justin parted her lips a little more before he slanted his mouth across hers.
    He tasted the heat of her as he stroked his tongue inside her, felt the pulse pounding in her throat as he slid his fingers down her neck.
    Deanna opened her lips to his, trying to imitate what he did. The flicker of her tongue was erotic as hell, making his already hard cock that much more rigid.
    Justin slid his knee between her thighs, liking the tight coverall that let him feel every part of her. She gasped as he pressed her legs open, then her eyes softened as he stroked his