Xena (Galaxy Playmates 4)

by Pillow Michelle M.

  Xena laughed. “Is that why you hire Galaxy Playmates to come entertain you?”

  “You mean, like you?” The words were low.

  She stiffened, realizing too late what she’s said. She should have said, ‘Is that why you hire us to come entertain you?’ “Ah, yeah, like me.”

  “Hmm.”

  Xena wondered if he suspected her. She turned to the side, hoping to distract him with her body. It worked. His gaze turned from thoughtful to interested. She stretched her arms over her head, letting the lasers clean her from head to toe. Cole’s breath audibly caught. Turning her back on him, she ran her fingers through her hair, letting the lights clean the locks as well. When she was done, her body tingled and she was again feeling the stirring of arousal in her blood. The laser shut off, signifying she was done.

  “Computer, dim lights,” Cole said, causing the lights to lift by small degrees in the suddenly dark bathroom. “You’re much prettier without all that makeup on.”

  “Thank you.” She stepped out of the unit.

  “Not that you didn’t look amazing,” he amended.

  “Tell me,” she walked past him, reaching to run her hand across his shoulder as she passed. “What does a Vice President do around here exactly?”

  “The usual.” He stood, following her. “Negotiate contracts, attend business meetings, watch gorgeous women strip.”

  “Such a hard life,” she teased, wrinkling her nose. She walked around the room, as if taking it all in. Though in truth, she was looking for clues. Seeing his clipboard was still on in the corner, she leaned over it, very aware of her naked state and hoping it worked to her advantage. “Like this?”

  Her eyes quickly devoured the report on the clipboard. It was a shipment order to the Y quadrant. Cole quickly reached over and hit a button to shut it off.

  “Oh,” she forced a pout. “Was that top secret stuff?”

  He didn’t answer, as he looked intently at her.

  “Ooo, what’s going to happen to me now that I saw it?” she batted her lashes. “Are you going to have me arrested?”

  Cole grabbed her arm, pulling her forward. He was a little taller than she was and she was forced to lean her head back. “I think I’m going to have to interrogate you first, before turning you over to security.”

  “I’m terrified,” she whimpered, not looking fearful at all.

  “And I think we’ll have to do a,” his mouth came close to hers and he reached around to grab her ass, dragging her roughly forward into his cock. “Full. Body. Search.”

  Xena giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. His strong chest pressed into her and she shivered. Cole lifted her up, cradling her next to his chest as he carried her to a bedroom and set her down on a translucent glass floor. Under the panes strange creatures swam, their long slender bodies covered in fur.

  “The hairy eel,” he said, noticing her attention to the floor. “They give off heat and help to keep the building warm. They’re in all the walls.”

  His bedroom was a lavish affair of purple and silver embroidered silks. The room was cozy, seductive, and not at all what she imagined a businessman liking. A low, square bed was in the center of the room. Purple silk hung from a ring on the ceiling, sweeping down to each corner of the bed. Low, one drawer dressers lined along one wall beneath the long windows that curved around the outside wall just like in his living room. Crystal vases of delicate white snowflowers were spread evenly over the dressers.

  Xena smiled. One of the hairy eels was swirling under her foot. “They’re kind of cute.”

  “They’re also playful.” Cole laughed. Then, sliding a hand over her hip, he pulled her closer. “As am I.” He looked down, over her body and groaned. “Blessed stars, you’re a beautiful woman.”

  Xena shivered at the serious tone in his voice. He groaned, holding her close as he kissed her neck. The hard line of his body pressed into her, so warm and firm.

  “I wish you didn’t have to leave,” he whispered absently, before licking at her neck. She wondered if he realized he’d said it.

  Suddenly, this mission felt a little too personal. There was something in his voice, in the slow, passionate way he kissed her. This wasn’t how a man treated a whore. Well, maybe calling the Galaxy Playmates whores was a little harsh. But, still, this wasn’t the way a man acted who paid for the woman in his arms. It was like when he went down on her, giving her pleasure first, making sure she was satisfied before seeing to his own needs. Xena had dated men who weren’t as considerate.

  Moaning, he drew his lips over her jaw before capturing her mouth in a deep, long kiss. The growing mass of his erection pressed into her stomach, a thick testament to his desire for her. Pulling away, he looked deep into her eyes. “I wish you could stay here forever.”

  Chapter Five

  Xena couldn’t move. What did he just say? Forever?

  “Xena?” he whispered, his lids falling over his eyes, shading his suddenly guarded expression.

  “Topaz,” she said.

  “What?”

  “You’re getting too personal. You should call me Topaz.” She pushed at his chest. He looked at her in question before letting go of her. “We shouldn’t mistake this for anything more than it is. You paid me to be here and I’m here to work.”

  Why had she let this go so far? Why did she have to let him touch her? Was one brief night of passion worth throwing away her mission? This man was a suspect! She was supposed to be doing a job, not falling for an incredibly sexy, talented, potentially criminal businessman. Love was too strong of a word to use, and one she’d never use lightly, but the potential was there. When she looked at him, she saw two paths. Down the first, she’d do her job, catch a criminal and stop the Siren Mining Colony for illegal core trading. Down the second, she saw Cole. She wasn’t sure where that road led, but on a very primal level she liked him. And it just wasn’t the potent attraction between them. She was trained to examine people, to judge in a short amount of time, and when she looked at Cole she saw a lonely man who worked too many hours and had too few pleasures in life.

  Or was the sex clouding her judgment? Is that what she wanted to see?

  He stared at her for a long time, taking deep breaths. Finally, he said, “Is that how you really feel? You honestly are going to tell me that you feel nothing for me? No… Nothing?”

  “You’re, ah,” she stopped. What could she say? This mission had gotten messy, too messy. She wasn’t here to coddle him and his feelings. But, looking at him, she couldn’t be as cruel as she should be. “You’re a nice man.”

  “Nice,” he snorted, shaking his head, only to repeat, “Nice.” Cole crossed over to the bed and lay down on his back. Threading his hands behind his head, he frowned. “Fine, have it your way.”

  What exactly did that mean? Xena tensed. There was a slight shifting in his tone. It was darker, harder.

  “Computer, dim overhead lights, turn on floor lights.” Cole watched her expectantly. “Computer, music, setting five.”

  A hard beat erupted over the room. The overhead lights became low as a soft light illuminated from the floor. Shadows danced along the ceiling wherever the eels swam, like an erratic stage light.

  “You’re just here to work,” Cole said, “so dance for me.”

  She was still naked from before but until that moment she didn’t feel exposed. The bed was darker and she could only see shadows of his body and not his face. There was no telling where he was looking, or what he was thinking. Xena read faces and his was hidden from her.

  “Dance, Topaz,” he ordered, louder.

  Was she being punished? Did her rejection anger him to the point that he was going to act like a spoiled child?

  Lifting her chin, she let her dancer upload training kick in. She’d never done the dance before, but her brain knew the rhythm and if she just let go of her body, it would do what it must. Usually, she would get her uploads from the agency, but this little number was something Lord Maximus ha
d slipped her during their first meeting. A helper, he had called it. He gave it to his collection of female gemstones to form a solid talent base for their individual routines.

  Spreading her legs, she whipped her hair around in a flurry of movement. It didn’t take long before her heart was beating a wild rhythm in her head. She danced around the bed, stopping to grab the purple silk that hung from the ceiling. Pulling the end up, it was still connected above her, as she used it as a prop. The extra length was long enough to slip between her legs and run caressingly over her body. Its soft caress felt really good and she stayed with it longer than she should have.

  “Dance on the bed,” he ordered. “Dance over me.”

  Xena dropped the silk and stepped onto the bed. He didn’t move his legs and she was forced to dance over him. She could hear his harsh breathing, could see the stiff outline of his cock protruding under his silky pants. Knowing he was aroused by her was stimulating and she purposefully brushed her arms past her nipples as she moved.

  “Do it,” he ordered, as if sensing her mounting desires. “Touch yourself for me, Topaz.”

  Xena closed her eyes before lightly running her hand over her body, her palms flat.

  “Pinch your nipples. Make them hard.”

  She did, rolling them between her fingers. Oh, but it felt really good. The little buds ached and the more she touched them, the more they wanted to be touched.

  “Turn around and bend over.”

  He’d given her that command before and she’d danced her way out of it. Her stomach knotted in a combination of excitement and self-consciousness. Slowly, she obeyed, turning around.

  “Bend over and touch your feet.”

  Xena obeyed.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  Again she obeyed. It was too hard to move in her new position to keep dancing, so she stopped.

  “No, I said dance.”

  Xena bobbed her hips up and down, bending her knees so she could move more easily.

  “Oh, that’s good, just like that.” His voice dropped into a husky murmur of passion. “Get on your knees.”

  Xena started to turn.

  “No, face away.”

  She placed her hand on the bed and got onto her hands and knees, her ass toward him.

  “Spread your legs wider. Let me see your sweet pussy.”

  She swallowed, completely aroused by the commands as she obeyed.

  “Now, let me see you touch yourself,” he ordered.

  She began to turn, ready to protest.

  “Ah-ah-ahhh,” he scolded. “You’re working remember. You know the rules. What the client wants, the client gets. Now touch yourself.”

  Was that true? When they discussed the mission, they’d mentioned Galaxy Playmates not having sex unless they wanted to, but they said nothing about the particulars of where dancing could lead. Was it just assumed she’d know?

  Her hand trembling, she touched herself. She’d never failed a mission yet. Xena let out a small gasp of pleasure as her fingers glided over her swollen clit.

  “Oh, yeah,” Cole panted softly.

  Xena pushed up, eager to free her hand and touch her nipples to continue the pleasure.

  “No, get down so I can watch.”

  She gasped in disappointment, but obeyed.

  “Tell me how good it feels. Let me hear you moan.”

  Xena sighed softly, wigging her hips against her hand. “It feels good. So good.”

  “As good as my hand did?” he demanded, though his tone was hardly cruel.

  “Ah,” she gasped, feeling the beginning tremors of an orgasm. The bed shifted, but she didn’t dare stop her hand as she closed her eyes in mindless pleasure.

  “As good as my hard cock would feel, slamming into you, filling you up as I fucked you just like this?”

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  A hand slid over the side of her hip and she gasped. She was powerless to stop him and not a single part of her wanted to. When she didn’t protest, his touch grew bolder. He drew his hand down around her backside, only to thrust his fingers hard into her pussy from behind. The world faded away until they were the only two left in it.

  “Oh, yeah, you like this don’t you. Your body is wet for me, isn’t it?” Cole’s warm breath caressed her back and he sprinkled light kisses over her ass.

  “Yes,” she answered, instantly rocking back on his fingers. Need built inside her, fierce in its intense hunger. Every inch of her stung and she was past the point of reasoning. “Yes.”

  “You taste so good.” Cole licked her hip, arching his fingers deep inside her. His thumb circled around her clit, gliding easily in her body’s cream. When the first tremors began to rack through her, he pulled back, keeping her from falling completely over the edge. Strong hands glided up over her flesh, moving over her hips and sides until they wrapped around her large breasts. His body molded along hers and she felt the hard length of his cock pressing along her butt.

  Cole massaged her breasts, pinching the nipples between two fingers. With his weight against her back, she couldn’t lift her hands. It was almost too much. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his body’s claiming touch. Her body was so wet, so ready. Xena pushed back, rocking her ass against him as enticement.

  “Cole,” she begged.

  “Tell me you want my cock,” he said, a dominate rush to his tone. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me,” she repeated without hesitation. She felt connected to him like she’d never felt connected to anyone before. “I want your cock. Fuck me, please.”

  His hand left her and she groaned in protest, only to change her tone to an instant cry of passion as she felt his thick heat probing her from behind. The wide tip of his cock stretched her and she stiffened at the intimate contact. Her toes curled, waiting for him to delve deep and hard, ripping her open to his great size. Instead, he pulled back only to ease his way back inside her slick passage.

  “Ah, I knew you’d be tight, but this….” His word trailed off and he pushed gradually forward only to draw back and do it again. “Oh, blessed stars.”

  He took it slow, easing himself inside her as he stretched her to fit. She whimpered at the pleasure-pain of his touch, but no part of her wanted him to stop. Sex with Cole felt so right and she didn’t want him to ever stop. He reached around to rub the hard bud within her folds.

  “Ah, yes,” he coaxed, “that’s right, just like this, so good.”

  He didn’t stop as he pried her body completely open, forcing her to take every hard inch of him. When finally she felt his hips meet flush against her ass, she gasped in amazement. She was so full, squeezing him so tight.

  “I love your skin, it’s like sweet Lithorian chocolate, and it’s so soft.” Cole rocked his hips back only to slide forward inside her. He set a slow, perfect rhythm as he took her with delicate care. Xena pushed up on her arms, wanting to be closer, wanting to feel his muscular chest against her back. Cole pushed her back down to kneeling before him. His hands dug into her hips, using the hold to move her body where and how he wanted. “I love watching my cock move in and out of you, all wet and slick with your cream. And I love your beautiful ass. Just seeing it makes me hard. It’s the kind of ass a man can sink his teeth into.”

  “Cole,” she whispered, again trying to get closer to him. His claim felt wonderful but she wanted to see him, touch him.

  Unexpectedly, he stopped moving and pulled out. “Turn over.”

  Xena turned and lay on her back. Instantly, he was above her, pulling her legs so he could again enter her. She liked this position much better as she could see his face. His eyes were closed as his strong body strained with each deep thrust. Crying out in passion, she ran her hands over her breasts, rubbing the achy, stiff peaks. He reached around her to firmly cup her ass, massaging and squeezing the cheeks.

  His thrusts became harder and faster. Cole closed his eyes, moaning. Xena’s body tensed and she came hard, trembling violently with an
explosive orgasm. As the tremors subsided, Cole grunted, finding his release.

  Chapter Six

  Xena couldn’t move as she lay in Cole’s arms. Her whole body was blessedly numb and she couldn’t keep from smiling. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the moment, not thinking, not plotting, just reveling in the pleasure of his arms.

  “Who are you, really?” Cole asked, brushing back her hair.

  Xena stiffened. She was so gone in the pleasure that she actually had to stop and think.

  “What are you doing here, Xena?” He insisted, pushing up on his arm.

  “I’m, ah, dancing.” She couldn’t look at him so pretended to be sleepy. It wasn’t hard to pretend. After so much dancing and sex she was a little tired.

  “Do you think I’m a fool?” Cole pulled away. Xena frowned, sitting up. “Do you?”

  “No.” The word was soft. “I don’t think you’re foolish at all.”

  “Then tell me what you’re doing here. I know you didn’t come here to work, at least not in the capacity you would have me believe. It’s clear you aren’t a professional dancer.”

  “What? You didn’t like the way I danced?” She wasn’t sure whether to be hurt or relieved by the declaration. “What’s wrong with the way I dance?”

  “You don’t move like a professional. You hesitate, you think about your actions. And,” he gave the smallest of smiles, “all of Lord Maximus’ dancers know they don’t have to masturbate on command.”

  They didn’t? Xena suppressed a groan.

  “So, who are you? What do you want? Are you a corporate spy?” Cole took a deep breath, looking earnest. “Because someone will find out that you were here. Your face signature is taken when you enter the building. And when Lord Maximus doesn’t claim you as one of his gemstones, you’ll be caught.”

  “I’m not worried about that. Maximus will claim me.”

  “That’s not an answer, Xena, Topaz, whoever you are.”