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My heart ached for whatever inner turmoil she wrestled with, but complicated or not, I could not deal with kalidi on my own.

Tears burned my eyes, and I did the only thing I could—I commed Imani.

She answered, her holo-image appearing above my device, her scarf in sleep-mussed disarray. “Airi, are you okay? It’s late.”

“Kalidi,” I gasped. “I’m sorry.”

The hologram shimmered and wavered as she moved. “Sit tight, I’ll be right over.”

Only minutes later, her light taps sounded on my door, and it opened for her.

“Sorry to wake you,” I said.

In the low light, dawn almost ready to break, she was a vision, but she took one look at me, and her face twisted. “God, Airi, it looks bad.”

“You never saw it at the beginning. Please.”

She nodded, running a hand over her hair and dragging it down her face. “Sorry, I’m so tired. I must have been really deeply asleep, and I’m all bleary-eyed…”

“What is easiest?”

She blinked. And again. Then her face lit with a dreamy smile. “Spooning.”

The word was unfamiliar, but she padded across the room, climbing over me to the far side of the bed. She rolled, facing away, and hitched up her dress, revealing her bare, curved bottom.

I moved on instinct, rolling to my side.

She slicked up her hand with oil and rubbed it over my shaft, over her cunt, then fitted me to her entrance. “Is this okay, baby?”

I clenched my teeth, barely able to stop myself from surging inside her. “Please.” I couldn’t conceive of any way it wouldn’t be.

CHAPTER FORTY

Best Place Ever

Imani

I EASED AIRIDA inside me with a blissful sigh and pulled his arm over my chest. “Hold me.”

He did, a firm touch, his body hot with kalidi.

I fucked myself on him, slow and deep. Like this, his ridges, not his beads, glided over my most sensitive spots. And, fuck, I need more of this.

Despite being tired, I found the energy in my hips and legs to chase my pleasure, and, oh, then Airida’s hips were there too, rocking into me, his hands holding me in place as he chanted my name, over and over, sobbing his release, biting my shoulder as I shuddered around him.

“That better, kitten?” I murmured, sleep rising up to claim me again. I could sleep here like this, couldn’t I? In his big arms, his dick inside me, his cum inside me? Best place ever.

His quiet answer rumbled through me. “You always make it better. Will you stay?”

I was too tired to think, too content to move. I wiggled my butt, the movement making my pussy clench around him with aftershocks. “Just like this?”

“Please.”

I drifted back to sleep to the sound of his beautiful purr and the deep, comforting pressure of his arms around me.

In my dream I was in bed with Airida. He was behind me, fucking me in slow, lazy strokes, hands on my breasts, tongue on my neck. Except I had to wake from my dream because everything felt too good.

Well, that made no sense at all.