No Rules by Jenna McCormick Page B

I’m not really sure . . .” She closed her eyes, swallowed, then tried again. “I don’t like that, okay?”
    The way her hips rocked back into his touch told him otherwise. “I know how to make it good for you. I’ve had plenty of practice.”
    She scowled. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”
    His lips twitched as he caught wind of her jealousy. It thrilled him that she could feel possessive over him. To ease her unnecessary apprehension, he elaborated, “On myself.”
    Alison blinked, then blinked again. He watched every flicker of her face as she wrestled with his words, groped for comprehension before reaching the correct—and by all appearances, shocking—conclusion.
    He couldn’t resist teasing her mind the same way he did her flesh. “With my ability, do you really think there’s anything I haven’t tried?”
    For a moment he thought he had gone too far, that she would order him away from her body once and for all. Then a wave of lust washed over her features and she bent down to whisper two words that were his undoing.
    â€œShow me.”

9
    T he look on Del’s face was priceless. Stunned definitely, but she also picked up on traces of excitement around the corners of his mouth. He wanted to show off for her, share his intimate secrets almost as badly as she wanted to see them.
    Better he demonstrate his skills on himself than on her. She was still floored he wanted to fuck her without her shield. On Earth, there was an amendment to the Constitution, that only legally bound couples who had a permit to spawn could engage in unshielded intercourse. Sure, people still did it, but Alison had never even been tempted, even by her few private lovers who insisted sex was better sans shield.
    Fenton wasn’t human, though, and he didn’t have a shield. As an alien whore, her patrons were usually just relieved that her cool equipment package left her disease- and pregnancy-free so they could have their fun and be off without consequence.
    Was that why Fenton so badly wanted to come inside her unshielded body? Did he think he needed to set himself apart from the other alien men she’d been with?
    Whatever his motivation, she’d found a simpler solution. Moving away from his touch, she sauntered to the bed, shucked her dress, and crawled onto the mattress. With the autopilot engaged, there was no way to tell that their luxurious cabin was moving on its own. “How far will the ship take us?”
    â€œNot far. It’s a short-range cruise ship leased from the parent vessel. A day or two and we’ll have to disembark before the homing beacon is activated.” He rose from his crouched position and turned to face her, his skin flushed. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
    She smiled the triumphant grin of a woman who knew when she’d won. “Better your ass than mine.”
    He didn’t smile back but lowered his eyelids. For a moment she thought he was having second thoughts, but the air shimmered next to him as he replicated himself.
    Alison rose up as the two men—who were really one man—began to strip. Her curiosity could no longer be contained. “Which is the real you?”
    â€œBoth,” they replied in unison. “I feel everything, just as your left hand and right hand can act independently of one another, so can my two forms.”
    Both of whom revealed delectable eyefuls of hard male flesh. Alison licked her lips as more and more tanned skin was made bare.
    There was no slow seduction here, just pure intent. Fenton was a man on a mission, both of his hard cocks ready for action. Her sex creamed just imagining the show in store.
    Two sets of celestial blue eyes fell on her. “You’re going to help.”
    â€œHow?” She’d been intent on watching, observing the proceedings like her own private erotic peep show. But Fenton had other plans. Sprawling on his