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thigh against her pussy.
    Her little noise of surrender made his Shareem needs kick in. Justin looped his hand around her wrists, holding them locked together while he pushed her down to the seat.
    She squirmed under him, but Justin held her firmly, continuing to lick and stroke her mouth. His questing fingers found the fastening of her coverall, and he jerked the coverall open from neck to waist.
    Beneath it, Deanna wore an almost sheer tunic, the rosy buds of her nipples displayed against the fabric. Justin held her down while he tongued one nipple through the tunic, loving how it rose and tightened against his lips. Deanna arched up to him as Justin closed his mouth over her breast and suckled.
    He could have her now, holding her down on the soft cushion of the seat. He could tear the silk open and feast on her bare flesh, licking his way down to her pussy, which he could scent was wet and open for him.
    She’d taste good, her hot spice flavoring the bare flower of her pussy, the hard berry of her clit. Then he’d have the coverall off, and he’d thrust into her, sating the need that was burning him up.
    The driver couldn’t see—he’d cut off sound and sight to give his passengers privacy. The man was used to driving Brianne with Aiden and Ky. He’d probably learned a long time ago that it was best not know what went on in his back seat.
    Justin’s imagination flicked briefly to Aiden and Ky, two hard-bodied Shareem sandwiching pretty Brianne, in this compartment, pheromones thick, and his libido snapped tighter. Justin liked a bit of voyeurism now and again to whet his appetite—these days, he didn’t have much more than that.
    But the picture quickly dissolved. He wanted it to be just him and just Deanna, for them to find their deepest pleasure alone together.
    Justin kissed his way up to her throat. “Hire me,” he whispered.
    “What?”
    “Hire me.” He raised his head. “Like I offered before, let me show you what being with a Shareem can be.”
    Deanna gave him a little smile, her eyes languid. “You mean, this isn’t it?”
    “No.” Not by a long way. He wanted to discover every single one of her desires and feed them to her. “Hire me, and I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.”
    From the heat blossoming in her eyes, she wanted it. She wanted him. Her body gave off desire in waves, the female scent of her kicking Justin’s hard-on into high gear.
    Her eagerness died. “I can’t.”
    No, no, sweetheart, don’t say no. “Yes, you can.”
    Deanna shook her head. “I don’t want it to be like that.”
    Neither did Justin. He wanted her to be with him because she wanted him, nothing more.
    On Sirius, selling sexual favors had been illegal. Sex between two consenting adult beings—human, alien, cyborg, same sex, same whatever—was fine, but no using sex as a commodity. Almost the opposite of Bor Narga, where physical sex was taboo, but ladies secretly hired Shareem for forbidden pleasure.
    Justin traced her cheek. “Here’s what I want you to do. Go home. Get plenty of rest. Then come back and find me. I’ll give you a night. Just you and me, no strings, no contracts. Just you and me,” he repeated, kissing her. “Understand?”
    “Justin, I’m a patroller.”
    “On leave of absence. Leave the uniform at home. We’ll be Justin and Deanna, not patroller and Shareem, not anybody but us.”
    The car slowed and stopped, and Justin knew they’d reached his apartment. “All right?” he asked, not moving.
    Deanna’s breath came fast, her chest rising to his. “I’ll think about it.”
    “Think until dark. Then come to me.”
    “I said, I’ll think about it.”
    Feisty sweetheart. “Fine.” Justin sat up, gently pulled her coverall together and fastened it, then turned on the speaker to the chauffer. “Take the lady wherever she wants to go.”
    “Got it,” the chauffer answered.
    The door next to Justin slid open, revealing the dusty street and Justin’s front