Assistant for the Alien Prince by Tammy Walsh
Jessica
I wantedto spend more time lying there together but knew it couldn’t last forever.
It shouldn’t have lasted even as long as it did.
My pussy ached pleasingly as I sat up to get dressed, knowing that the moment we comported ourselves, we would never speak about this thing happening between us again.
It was an accident, we would tell ourselves, a moment of weakness on both our parts.
It could never happen again.
I tried to console myself with the knowledge that at least I got to taste him, but it paled in comparison with the thought that the next woman he tasted—his fated mate—wouldn’t be me.
It would be one of the tribe leaders’ daughters.
That was, if he even became king at all after everything that’d happened.
“We should return to the palace,” I said.
Zai only nodded.
“As you say.”
That was it?
No fight?
No changing his mind and taking me off into the sunset—or the equivalent in space—to live out our lives together happily forever and always?
No.
Because that was only what happened in fairy stories and had no place in the real world.
This was a one-time thing.
A mistake.
As I turned to return to my seat, I felt a tug on my hand.
It was Zai, who’d taken hold of it.
He drew me to him and wrapped his powerful arms around me.
I relished the feel of his hard muscles against me once more, the feeling that I was safe in his arms and that no one—not even the loan shark—could harm me there.
He raised my chin and he kissed me on the lips.
I took his passion and returned it a thousandfold, my hands exploring every inch of him.
His cock ground against my mound, already prepared for another round.
What happened to not doing this again? I wondered.
Technically, we were in the same time and place, so it could be argued it was still the first time.
“We probably shouldn’t tell anyone about this,” he said. “I’m in enough trouble as it is.”
“You mean, with you being the bad boy prince?”
He ran a thumb over my cheek, reached down, and felt at my breasts and ass.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’ll probably never get to touch you again, so I might as well enjoy you while I can.”
I felt at his toned abs and then cupped his balls through his pants.
“You’re probably right.”
He stiffened in my hand and I tapped him.
“Down, boy. I’m the Master—or should that be Mistress?—of Ceremonies, remember.”
“Oh, I remember. I doubt I’ll ever forget. I want you to know this is the best mistake I’ve ever made.”
I snorted and shook my head.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “It’s just… You’re my best mistake too.”
He smiled and we hugged again, but a nagging thought wouldn’t leave me in peace:
If he was such a mistake, why was I so desperate to repeat it?
Weren’t we supposed to learn from our mistakes?
To not want to repeat them?
Zai climbed into the pilot’s seat and turned the craft away from the planet and into the vast vista of the darkness of space.
“I thought we were going to return to the palace?” I said.
“I can’t face it right now. Don’t worry, I won’t be leaving for four years this time.”
“Then where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
