Page 34 of Badass Alien Boss

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“Are all the rooms in the hotel this nice?” she asked as he washed her back in the enormous shower with three rainfall showerheads and a half dozen side jets.

“It’s a luxury hotel,” he replied, “but Iassumethere are different price points. I’ve never stayed here—which was why I wished to see it in person. I’ve done a lot of traveling—courtesy of the space force—but military accommodations are nothing like this.”

She laughed. “I know what you mean.”

He tossed the sponge aside and continued the washing with large, soapy hands. She leaned against him as he roamed over her body, caressing her breasts then moving between her legs, stoking the flames of desire again.

Against her lower back, his cock hardened. She twisted then, trying to turn, but he resisted. “Stay,” he said against her ear. “Let me.”

“You’re the boss.” She relaxed. “I could get fired for this.” Then she raised up on tiptoe and sucked in a breath as he stroked her clit.

“Nah. You have job security. I’d never fire you.” He kissed her neck.

She lolled her head against his shoulder and gasped. “Good to know.”

It didn’t take long before he brought her to orgasm. Her knees buckled, and he caught her when she would have fallen.

When she could stand on her own again, she returned the favor, taking him in her mouth and sucking him off while warm rain showered over them both. His knees buckled, too, but he stumbled against the wall, leaning there for support as his chest heaved, and she looked on with a satisfied grin.

They dried off then, and neither wished to go out for dinner, so they ordered room service.

“I feel a little guilty putting all this on the company tab,” she said, as they sat cross-legged on the bed eating some exotic delicacy. They were investigating suspected financial malfeasance, and here they were living it up on the corporate dime.

“I did say it was going to be a working vacation. We haven’t gotten to the work part yet, but tomorrow we’ll get on it.”

“That makes me feel better.” She rolled her shoulders to try to get at a little itch between her shoulder blades and then took another bite. “Do you have any idea what we’re eating?”

“Not a clue,” he said.

The items on the virtual room service menu had been a mystery, with names like Planetary Protein Potable, Lunar Lunch, Galactic Gastronomical Delight, Dark Matter Digestible, Solar Flare Fare, and Stellar Cluster. Before seeing a list of foods, they’d first had to filter their selection by species to ensure they could eat what they picked.

The physiology and biochemistry of aliens varied drastically. Edible for one species could be undigestible to another and toxic to a third, but her understanding was that Luturnans and humans were pretty close genetically and biochemically and could eat the same things.

“Whatever it is, it’s tasty,” she said. “Not as good as Mama Murta’s meals but very enjoyable.”

“Nobody can cook like Mama,” he said. “She’s one of a kind—in more ways than one.”

She laughed and twisted her arm behind her back to try to get at the itch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve got an itch in the middle of my back.” She scratched her neck. A little itch, there, too.

“Let me help you.”

She twisted, and he lightly scraped his fingernails over her back.

“Up,” she directed. “A little to the left…ah, ah…that’s it…ahhh…” She groaned in relief. “Oh, god.”

“Keep moaning like that, and you’re going to get me hard.”

She chuckled. “Is that all it takes?”

“With you, everythingtakes,” he said.

She leaned over and kissed him. “Eat your dinner, then I’ll moan some more…”