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Cutlass. I think we need to slow down.”
    “Slow?” His measured steps as he followed me weren’t what I’d had in mind, yet I couldn’t help but enjoy the view. He was a man on a mission, a hunter stalking his prey. His prey being me, and I’d never been so happy to be hunted in my life.
    “Slow,” I whispered as I bumped into the desk. Trapped…and I liked it.
    Cutlass sighed, his breath making my hair flutter as he nearly surrounded me. He was so close, so ridiculously overwhelming. And hot. Gloriously, unendingly hot. Fuck, what was I running from again?
    “I am trying to do the wooing,” he said, his voice doing that purring thing again. “So, if no eating you out, we could do the eating you in. The agency was clear that I should feed you.”
    Feed me? As in…food? Like forks and spoons and meat of the nonsexual variety? Oh, hell. Language barrier, meet humiliating innuendo.
    “Is that what you meant by…eating me out?”
    A head cock…of course. “Yes. What did you think I meant?”
    My cheeks burned, and my ears positively tingled. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think of a single word to say in response that wouldn’t embarrass me more.
    Cutlass moved closer, staring in a way that made me want to whimper. “The cow-lo r rushing under your skin is attractive.”
    Don’t. Jump. Him. “It’s embarrassing.”
    “So, so wrong, dear Klow-ee. May I?” He held up a hand, staying an inch from my face as he asked permission. As he gave me the option to touch or not. I liked that a lot, so I nodded. Cutlass ran a single finger down my cheek in the lightest touch possible. Almost a whisper of skin on skin. I’d never known my cheek could be an erogenous zone, but it had to be because I could have sworn I felt that touch right on my clit as well.
    “The flush is warm and brings added life to your skin,” Cutlass murmured, ignorant to the restraint I was showing by not attacking him like a lioness in heat. “Lovely.”
    “Thank you,” I whispered as I trembled before him. He nodded, taking a single step back to give me room once more, not that I wanted him to do that.
    “Let me feed you.” His demand was so soft, so quiet, there was no way I could turn him down.
    “Yeah. Okay.”
    That made him smile. “Eating you out or eating you in?”
    Oh, hell. “Out, but here’s the thing—you can’t call it eating you out.”
    “Why not? We’re eating outside of this room.”
    “Yes, but eating you out has a…non-food cultural meaning.”
    There was no mistaking the interest in his eyes at that statement. “What is this mee-neng ?”
    My cheeks burned again, hotter this time. I couldn’t have stopped that blush if I’d tried.
    “More cow-lor ,” Cutlass said, offering another touch of my cheek. “Whatever this eating out is, I want to speak of it often so I can see this flush on your face.”
    Oh Lord, I was going to die. Implode from sexual desire, and he’d only touched my cheek. “Going out to eat. We’re going out to eat.”
    He hummed. “Then what is eating you out?”
    Hopefully, I’d get the chance to teach him that a little later. Speaking of which…
    “I need to change into something a bit more comfortable before we go.”

Chapter Five
    Cutlass
    K low-ee had that warm glow again as we left the hotel. The flush of her skin, the way the rush of blood darkened her neck and cheeks, was attractive, to say the least. Though I still wasn’t sure what I’d done to garner such a reaction. Something about the turn of words the translation core provided obviously excited her. I could smell it, see it, practically taste it—I just couldn’t figure out the cause of it. My translations had been off before, especially with a new language such as this Earth’s Een-gllisch , and the lack of proper communication could be entirely too frustrating. As it was right then.
    But, really, I couldn’t complain. My cock was hard, my senses firing on full blast to monitor the lovely female at my