Gene Drifters: The Clone Soldier Chronicles-Book III by D.J. Takemoto Page B

kissed her, full on the lips,
pushing his tongue deep into her mouth. He just could not seem to stop himself.
Gimlet was so stunned, that for a second, she thought of this as her moment for
action. But then, she sort of just felt some warmth down there, and didn’t pull
away…for longer than was normal…for a prisoner…who was supposed to be trying to
get away…and should not be thinking what she was thinking…when she was with
someone who could read minds.
    When they stopped for only a second, they both just
looked at each other, totally surprised. She nudged his left leg behind his
knee, causing him to sit back on the desk, and then wrapped her long, muscular legs
and bare feet around his midsection. Chad held her under that grey soccer club
t-shirt, cupping her entire backside in one hand, rocking her gently back and
forth, stamping out any space between their two bodies, noticing she had
nothing on under that shirt.
    He had big hands and fine long fingers that could reach
all the way from her cradled backside, between her legs, to her now very wet and
hot front side. And he used those fingers, exploring every opening deeply, as
he continued to move her back and forth across his massive hard on.
    Gimlet held on to his neck with one hand and reached for
his pants with the other. He was wearing those old army fatigues, the kind
she’d grown up wearing as a rebel. She knew where all the buttons and snaps
were, could undo them in her sleep. Chad raised himself up just a little, to
help her lower his pants, and lifted Gimlet onto him, sliding slowly into a
wondrous warm wet heaven.
    They’d already decided that the place was far too warm
for t-shirts. Theirs were on the floor. He kept one hand cupped on her backside
and another for her neck, face, whatever he could find. They slowly rocked, he
back and forth, and she, up and down.
    The room was silent except for the synchronized clicking
of an old clock on the desk, and the buzz of the air channel, blowing oxygen
across their tight, sweaty, close bodies. They could hear the guards walking
by, but no one would dare disturb the boss. His thrusting motion grew more intense,
as he pushed deeper into her. THEN QUITE SOME TIME LATER, THEY BOTH LET OUT
FAINT MOANS. ]
     
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    ROXANNE LET OUT A LOW, FAINT MOAN. She was watching Joster
through the portal; the rig was still on auto, and Joster was gay. That was
good, because that moan would have given a straight guy a boner. Roxanne and
Rose knew it was why he’d been sent as the messenger. He’d get the story right
without going all nuts for Roxanne.
    “Oh no, I can’t believe it. Leo Songtain’s going to pay for
this so bad.” Roxanne was livid. Joster could not tell which eye looked
angrier, the jade green one, or the turquoise eye. He thought it made her look
strange.
    “Roxanne, you’ll need to belay that thought for now. The
auto light just turned red.” Rose pointed to the panel with her paw, letting
Roxanne know that her regulation five minute auto-pilot pee break was about to
reach max time. If she did not switch to human drive, the Inc. would get all
hairy and think she’d passed out or had fallen asleep on the job.
    If they had to send a drone to check things out, she’d be in
serious financial trouble. She’d already cost Eldridge for the rig and track
clean-up, and could not afford any more chit docks. Roxanne reached over and
plugged the auto to the off position. A robot com voice told her politely that
she was welcomed back to the control panel, and that her next union contractual
benefits pee break would be in three hours.
    “I’m not sure it’s Leo who grabbed her, Roxanne. We’ve been watching
her Leo-tail for the past week. That white guy is gone, but his tracer
says he’s in the back of a rig heading to Hong Kong. I know