Alexander Kingsley extended his tongue, sliding it over her lips, slowly downward, his warm breath spilling onto her chest.
Hot, stifling.
"Enough, enough." She finally found her voice, pushing at his chest, "It's getting late, I should go home!"
"But you want me!" His lips gently bit her earlobe, his voice a bit deep.
"I..." She paused, realizing she had fallen for his trick, "I didn't mean that kind of want, Alexander, let go of me… it's not good with so many people watching!"
He was the highest-ranking Admiral of the Sovereign Empire; if recognized or faced with an assassination attempt, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Are you concerned for me?" he lightly asked.
"Mhm…" She wasn't being coy, so simply admitted it, even actively invited him, "Come stay at my apartment tonight."
