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and wicked smile made her heart beat hard. “And yes, your more salacious thoughts stand out.”
    Adela swore and fought the quick, hot wave of embarrassment. Idaeus deep in her mind was one thing. But Marcus…
    His soft laughter forced her to open her eyes. “You were just fucked in front of me by two men controlled by an alien entity.” His lips quirked upward. “My going down on you in a crowded lift? Inconsequential.”
    Adela laughed. “You make a valid point.”
    He teased his fingers down her breastbone. “Now, I have waited a long time. Let me act out some of my more lurid thoughts.”
    “I’m all yours.”
    The desire in his eyes caught her breath. “Yes. You are.”
    He dipped his head to kiss her, something slow and deep and sure. Adela’s fingers gripped the front of his jacket as she pushed her body up against his. Her eyes closed and the memory from five years before surrounded and held her. A darkened auditorium after his guest lecture, the same feel of expensive cloth under her eager fingers and his taste. Hot and sweet and utterly wanted.
    He lifted her and she groaned, his fingers finding her pussy even as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She broke her mouth from his, sharing his breath. “Can’t I get you naked?”
    “My fantasy? We’re both still dressed.” He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth, his grin sharp. “But I will suffer your skin.”
    “Why dressed?”
    “It was just in your thoughts…”
    Adela blinked. “You remember?”
    “We were interrupted.” A hint of her own frustration burned in his voice. The memory of lights flashing on across the curve of the dark auditorium and their scramble to straighten their clothes and rub and brush away any evidence of an unexpected need to fuck burned in her mind. No doubt Marcus could sense it. Shared it. “I left my contact details for a reason, Adela.”
    She’d found them a week later—but by that time she was already running, holed up on a scow and heading for the dark edge of civilization. He was Marcus Yeats. A powerful and dangerous man to cross. Their one indiscretion would destroy her life, her career. He would make certain of it.
    She pressed her lips together and it was hard to hold his pale gaze. Her stomach hollowed. But she’d got it wrong. His contacting her hadn’t been solely for him. “For Idaeus.” His silence drove the fist more firmly into her gut. He’d been hunting perfect flesh. Not wild human desire.
    “Adela, look at me.” The words were soft, deep and her skin pricked, aroused as she always was by his voice. She willed herself to meet his gaze and found unexpected warmth. “He found me after. Not before.”
    She was kissing him, hard and fast. Her fingers dug into his hair, tunneling, fisting, driving his mouth against hers. The insanity that had gripped her five years before—that she’d run from for too long—had been mutual.
    Her spine hit the wall and she moaned. Lights sparked under her eyelids as he ran a hot hand along her thigh. He nuzzled her neck. “I wanted your skirt.” His breath burned against her skin. “Rucked up to your hips. Just like before.” He hissed as her fingers undid his fly. “Me in your mind. And you like now, the need for me to fuck you simply…pulsing.”
    Was that why he’d called her back from the stream of post-grads that long-ago afternoon? He’d sensed that she was wet from just his voice, from the way he stood before the vast light-screen—stern, powerful, completely in control—with harsh light carving his beautiful face.
    “You forced me to cut my lecture short.” He pressed his mouth to her ear, the heat of his breath and the clever flick of his tongue almost grinding her against him. She felt his hard smile. “How was I supposed to offer my experience of interplanetary law when your thoughts, your need, the fantasy you offered was so sweet .” The final word was cut from sin, hot and dark and aching with promise. “How did you want