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  We made our way back across the villas to Nayth’s door, and he set the window opacity to 60%, which he said would block all vision, but would still let in the light of the two full moons. There was a surprising amount of light coming in through the glass.

  Nayth's apartment was lovely. Ten-foot ceilings, all lines and clean wood. Wood floors, wood on every surface that wasn’t glass. A big open room with a large dining table and sofas and a console for audiovisual equipment led to a wide, double doorway into the bedroom at the back which had a closet as big as my bedroom in Shurwinn.

  I gaped, “You really take your kurtas seriously, don’t you? Do you have a different one for every day of the year?”

  Nayth chuckled deeply. I was my favorite sound. “Well, take a look at that corner in the back, on the right. That’s the Floria section. Then on the left there’s plenty of room for your things.”

  I started towards the back of the closet, but his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling my back to him, fingers working at the buttons of my dress.

  “I think we should start by hanging this dress up, don’t you think?” he murmured against my ear, and I was on fire.

  He made quick work of the buttons, but grunted when the dress didn’t fall away. “Another hidden zipper.”

  He got it down, then stepped back away from my body and slid the dress off my shoulders. I panted, chest heaving, body tight.

  “Mmmm,” he sighed behind me.

  Then his palms were on my belly while his lips traced from behind my left ear down the curve of my neck and across my shoulder. His hands slid down and lifted the tights away from my skin.

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  “You really do hate underwear don’t you?” he asked.

  I just nodded. I couldn’t speak. But only his hands and lips touched me. His hands slid up my waist, up my sides—slowly. Why was he always so slow?!

  I was going to lose my mind, but I could hear his breaths coming in rapid gasps behind me as his fingers slid up and over the bandeau.

  Then he grinned against my skin. “Finally, no zipper.” He slid the bandeau up as I raised my arms for him. The he turned me around and stood back, looking at me head to toe in the soft light of his closet.

  Panting. Whole body taught with need. He leaned down, sliding his tongue against mine, but not touching me anywhere else.

  Okay, fine. It was a game. I’d just stand there and kiss him back. Did he want me to undress him too? No. I refused. Take off your own damn clothes, this time, lover!

  I think I might have laughed a little as I thought it. I don’t think that I managed to push my thoughts into his mind because he was still closed to me, damn the stars.

  He chuckled against my lips and stood back.

  Looking at me with a smolder to end all smolders, he started on the buttons of his jacket. At the top. The kurta didn’t have as many as the one from the night before, thank the sands, but I still got a show as he looked at me with a taunt and slowly unfastened each button.

  I didn't help. I didn't give in. The kurta came off. Then the dark purple tank beneath. Then the trousers. Without underwear, thank the stars, and he was gloriously naked standing there in the soft light of his closet, erect and proud of it. All 6’3” of powerfully muscled body, all mine, mine, mine.

  Nayth looked at me with seductive, taunting eyes. Who would break first? His eyes traced my face, down my breasts, and stopped, staring between my legs. What the fuck, Nayth? He just kept looking at me and let the longing enter his face. All taunt was gone. Not a smirk. Not a tease. Lust. Longing. Desire.

  I stepped forward and feathered my fingers up his cock. Groaning, he grabbed me and hoisted me onto his hips. I slid him into me with a relieved moan. He stood there in the middle of the closet and gave me what I wanted. I didn’t feel his mind, but waves of lust and smugness rolled off him as we crested and went under.

  I collapsed into Nayth’s bed with a contented sigh, wearing his dark purple tank. I had meant to brush my teeth. I had meant to ask him if the tank was purple because he was thinking of me when he dressed. But sleep came too fast.

  I slept in my Ahtah’s arms.