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reached for a china plate. “Trish, I vote you hang
onto this one. He orders food and so far seems to be an excellent judge of
character.”
    Tricia coughed. “You don’t know the half of it. Turns out
Brock and I have known each other for a long time, so he’ll be joining us for
dinner tonight.” Underneath the table, Brock felt her squeeze his knee. “The
girls and I had planned to hit the downtown mall and engage in some retail
therapy this afternoon. What did you have planned?”
    “I need to return to my apartment and change clothes, plus check
in at the office. I can meet you anywhere after six o’clock.”
    “Perfect.” Tricia’s finger trailed up his inseam. “We ate
light last night, so it’s Surf-n-Turf for us at the steakhouse on the circle. I
secured the reservation yesterday, so all I have to do is call and add any
extra people to our party. Then we hit the nightclub again.”
    Brock frowned. “But you already have me. Why do you want to
return?” He squeezed her wandering hand, then led it
to his crotch.
    Tricia leaned forward. “Maybe I want to see how good of a
pool player you are. And seduce you again on the dance floor.” Her fingers
unzipped his pants and closed around his erection.
    Becky coughed. “I’d say get a room you two, but since I’m in
it…” She rose and took her plate back to her room. “Trish, let me know when
you’re ready to go.” Her door closed with a click of the lock.
    Brock pushed the table away and hauled Tricia onto his lap.
“Aren’t you sore? I’m trying to be a gentleman here. I even let you have
privacy in the shower.”
    “The shower nozzle has a massage setting. And I tried it
out, but decided to let you finish.” With a cocky smile, she slid to her knees
and her lips closed over the tip of his cock.
    “ Ohhhhh , Tricia.” He bucked his
hips to the rhythm she set.   When he
could stand no more, he tugged her hair, causing her to release him with a
sucking sound. “Stand up and remove your pants.”
    She shimmied out of her tan Capri pants. “Do we have to have
a condom? I’m on birth control.”
    “I know. But just to be extra safe.” Brock snapped his fingers
and a foil packet appeared in his hand. “Sometimes things fail. And I don’t
want to take a chance until we make sure you’re my mate.”
    “How did you—never mind. Give me that.” Tricia’s face
registered surprise, then her desire overrode her
emotions. Brock felt her feelings wash over his mind and knew without a doubt
she enjoyed being with him, but like all Earth women, was holding back. He
watched her eyes darken as she sheathed him, then straddled his thighs in the chair. She positioned her pussy just out of reach
of his cock. “You want me?”
    “Oh yes.” Brock reached up to stroke her moist petals. “And
you want me too. What are you waiting for?” He slicked a finger over her clit
and felt her body shudder. “Come to me tri’cha lu’vey . Put your body around mine and feel how much you
please me.”
    “ Ohhhh .” She lowered herself onto him, grinding her pelvis against his.
    When they were sated, she sagged against his chest.
    “What did you call me? It sounded French.”
    “I called you ‘my love’ in my language.” His arms tightened
around her.
    “I liked it.” She pushed herself from him and went to the
bathroom, taking the used condom with her. “Since I’m going
that way.”
    Brock smiled and adjusted his clothing. He knew Tricia
well.   More questions would come to
her. Right now, she was still in shock, and if there was anything he’d learned
over the years by watching her, it was to give her time to digest everything.
He hoped by the sixth day she’d accept things and take the next step with him.
That was the tricky part, since his beloved owned a prosperous business, he’d have to petition the council for the bo’sai che , or part
time residence. This was only acceptable in certain circumstances, but Brock
was confident the Elders