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into dreamland. Hours later he would awaken her again, this time with his mouth on her sex.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Diego sighed and rose from the bed. He was reluctant to leave Anarrae. Unfortunately, he had places to go and people to see. He cursed the timing of it all. He’d finally found someone that interested him and there wasn’t enough time to explore his attraction to her. Also, there was the small fact that he was a con artist. He doubted that she would be interested in pursuing any sort of relationship with him beyond the weekend. This was all a fading fantasy. She’d forget about him come Monday morning.
    Amusement quirked his lips as he thought of escorting her to the launch for the Hades’ Helmet . Security would not be pleased when he made the dramatic gesture of taking off his mask before she went up the plank. His face would be instantly recognized. It was on every wanted poster throughout the galaxy. They’d have to arrest him.
    Laughter rumbled up and burst forth unexpectedly. He tried to keep it inside but nothing could stop the sound. He panicked at the thought that he’d woken Ana. He glanced over his shoulder at her and relief swept through him.
    Her face was peaceful, angelic, and sexy as hell. Her lips were puffy and she had a soft glow about her, an aura that said she was a well-pleasured woman. Diego’s cock became semi-hard. His stomach clenched as need swept through him, heating his body like a wildfire. He could remember the slick, sweetness of her pussy, the way it contracted around him as she came. Tingles ran up his spine and he groaned aloud. The scent of sex swirled around him, perfuming the air.
    He could still taste her. The salty sweetness of her body and the tang of her cream rushed over his taste buds. He licked his lips as a yearning to dive onto the bed and bury himself between her thighs gripped him. He wanted eat her pussy until she awakened again, screaming, and her juices dripped from his chin. Diego let out a growl of frustration and clenched his fists as he tried to regain control. Places to be . The words rolled around in his head, reminding him of what he had put off last night.
    He turned away from the bed and marched into the bathroom. After a quick shower, Diego dried himself and dressed. Before he left, he scribbled out a quick note telling Ana that he’d be back and let her know what was available to eat. With his mask still on, he left the apartment and headed for the nearest canal to hail the closest gondola. The small boat floated toward him.
    “To the Spanish Steps. Make it quick.” Diego paid the robotic gondolier with a few credits and sat back against a pile of cushions. The robot’s silver head nodded and pushed off from the dock. Guttering candles waved to and fro. Their flames were somewhat dimmed in the early morning light.
    Diego wished Anarrae could see this with him. The sky was stained a berry blue, deep purple, and dark rose as the sun rose slowly in the sky. Stars could still be seen sparkling despite the rise of the day. Tilting his head back, Diego watched the undersides of a bridge pass by overhead. The ancient buildings, with their peeling paint and fading facades, rushed by. Waves rocked against the side of the boat and Diego felt at peace.
    This was the time he loved the most on the planet that held his heart. He closed his eyes and relished the ride. It would be a long time before he would experience this again. If all went according to plan, after this weekend he would not be returning to Zero Branco—at least not for quite a while.
    “We’ve arrived.” The gondolier called out. Diego opened his eyes and let out a breath. With ease, he rose up and leaped off the gondola to the dock. He wound his way through the empty, narrow, cobblestone streets until he found himself at a large silver gate before a terra cotta mansion. He took out a small knife from his boot and pricked his finger with the sharp tip. He held the digit over a