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after one spin, she held on tight. “Enough. I think I am good now.”
    Her vision was clearing and blurring with alarming rapidity.
    He held her tight and kissed her. Her surprise at the kiss ended on a squeak when her bodice came loose.
    She could taste him on her lips when he leaned back. She was sure that her expression resembled an owl’s. “Um, I think I need to sleep the wine off.”
    He caressed her cheek. “It is probably the best idea. How is your vision?”
    She blinked. “Variable.”
    “Then, I will help you with your clothing and that will be the end of things for the night. Your pulse is also very rapid.”
    She nodded. It certainly felt like she had thunder in her veins and a tripping sledgehammer for a heart. She hoped it was the wine.
    Bella climbed the few steps up to the bed and sat, reaching down a moment before Lord Akking pushed her hands away. He slipped off her shoes, lightly massaged her feet and helped her stand.
    “Undressing ladies is a bit of a hobby. Allow me to indulge it.”
    She shivered as he eased the dress from her shoulders, down her arms and over her hips. Undergarments were not used on Kloa; the fabric was generally thick enough to hide any intimate regions.
    He reached past her and flipped the bedding back, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he did so. “In you go.”
    Bella stepped out of the crumpled fabric and tucked herself in. She rolled to her side and watched as Lord Akking lifted her dress and draped it over one arm while her shoes dangled from his fingers. He hung the dress up on a rack designed for that purpose and began unsnapping his tunic.
    With her eyes as wide as she could make them and everything but them hidden by the blankets, she watched as the expanse of skin grew with every removed piece of fabric. Staring at his groin was rude, but she had to admit that whoever designed the Kloa had done an interesting job. He was semi-erect and already seven inches or more. The girth was impressive, causing Bella to clench her thighs together as she felt herself getting wet. The mental image of putting that nudity to work was quite invigorating.
    As the bed dipped slightly, she turned her back to him and tried to give in to the bone-deep fatigue she was experiencing.
    She saw images and fantasies dancing behind her eyes as she dozed off. There might have been a smile on her lips, but she liked to think that she had more self-control.
     
    Bella woke, rubbed her cheek on a chest and froze. She winced. In her sleep, she had crossed to his side of the bed, and she was currently plastered against his entire left side.
    Her thigh was resting against his cock, and she slowly eased it down. Lord Akking’s hand gripped her thigh and held it.
    She looked up, and he smiled.
    “You were keeping me warm, Liaison Banks.”
    There was deep amusement in his eyes as his hand slowly moved up her thigh until it rested on the curve of her buttock. He tapped her with a slow beat.
    “I think I need to get to work.”
    He chuckled. “Are you sober?”
    She leaned back and nodded slowly. “I am.”
    “Good.” His expression turned into a smirk. “You are late for work.”
    Bella stared at him in shock before whirling to one side, careful not to castrate her boss.
    She put her shoes on and tugged the dress into place once again. It took some contorting, but she managed to get the back of her dress closed. In a final move, she leaned forward and tugged her breasts into place before heading for the door.
    “Well done. I was joking. None of the day staff have to go on duty for another two hours.” He stretched and kicked his blanket aside.
    She stared at him, muttered about over-muscled idiots and masochistic designers and left his quarters.
    She stalked through the halls, out the service entrance and across the lawns with the pathway spinning up to catch her steps. She was striding up her own stairs in a matter of minutes, propelled by her own steam.
    The staff were starting to stir, and