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that stick out of your ass, Lorna, or I’ll beat you over the head with it.’”
    “I’ve always been your advocate, Genevieve, and I will continue to be, even if I have to advocate against you. For your own good, lovey.”
    Gen blew out a breath. “There’s so much to do. I need to pack, call Alison. And what if Tanny calls or comes back here looking for me?” Gen cringed, thinking of her sister showing up at the upstate cabin to find her entertaining a bunch of problematic man whores.
    Cora walked into the living room and held up a packed suitcase. “Gramps and I will stay here until you get back. Call Alison from the car. Go on, scoot and get yourself shagged silly.”
     
    Rhys let his conscious mind drift so as not to dwell on the discomfort. Even though his body was trapped light-years away, twinges from his physical self produced a phantom pain that resounded in his empathic essence.
    How long had it been? With no way to mark the passage of time, he couldn’t even begin to guess. He missed the vivid colors of fresh green and growing things, the salty taste of the stew his brothers had eaten nightly, the coarse textures of the robes they wore while in training. Other sensations seemed even dimmer, barely within his grasp. The feel of a woman’s soft body beneath him, her sighs of pleasure in his ears, the wetness between her legs.
    He thought about the magnificent beauty he had last seen. What he would give to explore her generous curves, to run his hands through her dark hair, to siphon off the pleasure he needed to give her.
    The fantasy unfolded in his mind, and he saw her on the bed, face flushed with arousal, lips parted on a gasping breath. He couldn’t decide where to touch her, where to taste her first. Her lush pink lips, or the stiffened nipples of a deep wine color? No, first he’d lick her to orgasm, his tongue dragging through the folds of her sex. That’s what he wanted, what she needed. Her pleasure building as he flicked her clit again and again. He’d help her climb the slope, poise her on the ledge, then use his fingers to fill her sheath and send her flying.
    Her colors would explode in a magnificent rainbow, feeding him until he glutted on her emotions. She’d beg him to fill her then, to slide his cock into her wet, silky depths. Her legs would wrap around his waist as he pumped in and out of her body. He’d kiss her, use his tongue to possess her mouth the same way she possessed his mind.
    He’d come in a rush, thrusting into her and she’d cry out, milking every bit of jism his body had to offer. Then replete, he’d rest his head on the full mounds of her breasts and breathe in her contentment, listen to the pounding of her heart.
    Rhys sighed as the dream evaporated from his mind like mist. She wasn’t coming to him, hadn’t gotten the message. Otherwise she would be here by now.
    His time would be better served if he just forgot about her, formed a new plan of escape. But he couldn’t seem to keep himself from clinging to her image, to all the ways he wanted to touch her, kiss her, use his body to pleasure hers.
     
    “Can you replicate these in a size nine, please?” Gen smiled at the shoe store clerk as he scurried off, eager to make his commission. Gen stared at the new leather spike-heeled boots she’d purchased to give herself the confidence to take this leap. It was either footwear or cheesecake, and since she was scheduled to spend the rest of the weekend naked, the boots won out.
    The clerk handed her the newly replicated boots, and she sighed in bliss as she slid her foot home. “Perfect fit.”
    He held the credit scanner in one hand. “Anything else you would like me to show you today?”
    Her gaze slid to the leather duster that matched the boots. Maybe after Alison paid her the second half for a job well done. “I’d better stop there.” Pressing her thumb to the plate, she was instantly three hundred credits lighter. No turning back now.
    Striding out