Page 61 of Tamed By Her Touch

Varell continued staring until finally Kaelus could stand it no longer.

“Is something wrong?” he asked abruptly.

Varell looked from him to Clair.

“Why is your wife sitting alone?”

Kaelus frowned.

“There were only two chairs, so I offered her one so that she didn’t have to remain standing.”

“That was incorrect behavior. Come, my darling, let us show them how it should be,” he said, motioning to his wife.

At once, Maera came to sit on his lap. She didn’t just perch on his knee either—she snuggled back against him, sighing in contentment as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.

“You see?” Varell asked, smiling contentedly. “When you truly worship your goddess, your body becomes her seat.”

Kaelus frowned

“No,” he growled. The word escaped before he could stop it. But if he let Clair snuggle on his lap like that, his body was certainly going to betray him, and she would feel how hard he got for her when they touched or got close!

At his blunt refusal, Varell’s brows rose and Maera looked surprised.

Sendar, who had been trailing along after them, looked thoroughly amused.

Clair covered her mouth with one hand and Kaelus felt heat rise beneath his collar.

“I mean,” he said stiffly, “we do not normally sit in that manner.”

“Your wife does not sit upon your lap?” Varell asked, looking both offended and shocked.

“No.” Kaelus shook his head firmly.

“Why?” Maera asked, looking genuinely confused.

Kaelus could think of several excellent reasons, beginning with the fact that Clair’s curvy ass pressed against his cock would make coherent conversation impossible.

“We have chairs in our laboratory,” he said at last. “One for each of us so we can work on different projects.”

Varell looked concerned.

“Doctor Kaelus, on Titus Four, a husband does not leave his goddess sitting apart from him when circumstances require them to share a place. Physical closeness is one of the simplest expressions of devotion.”

“It’s all right,” Clair said quickly. “Kaelus just isn’t used to your customs yet.”

“That is becoming apparent,” Sendar remarked dryly.

Kaelus shot him a glare and Sendar smiled pleasantly. He wondered why the copper-haired male didn’t have a “goddess” to tend to. Why was he allowed to have a position of power without his wife at his side?

Clair rose from the chair and gestured for Kaelus to sit.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans,” she said, practically pushing him down into the chair when he didn’t react at once.

“But we are not in Rome and there are no Romans here,” Kaelus protested. Sometimes the things she said made no sense at all.

“It just means we’re going to follow the local customs to be polite, sweetheart,” she said pointedly. And then, before Kaelus could object, she turned and sat sideways across his thighs.

At once it felt like every muscle in his body locked. Clair was warm and soft and curvy, and her soft little ass was pressed right against his cock, which was already getting hard!