Sex World II: Guardian

Chance Hesperos is a Spartan, where logic rules and emotion is suppressed. His friends were murdered, and he’s out for revenge. Now the UCP has saddled him with a sassy sex engineer guardian who challenges his self-control.

Dawn is a Seelie empath who can’t help teasing her new partner out of his prejudices and icy calm. She’ll protect him with her life and her body, hoping he’ll see her as something more than a sex toy and arm candy.

The Hive sees emotion as a flaw and sex is nothing more than a procreative act. They’ll swarm over humanity, if they can absorb Chance and Dawn into the Hive.

Dawn’s passion and Chance’s logic must do more than create sparks. It’s going to take them both to save their lives.

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Chance ignored the warning and did his best to remain nonchalant. He had a thousand questions to ask Dawn about the Seelies, perhaps the most secretive, elusive race in the documented galaxies. The only thing known was their cat- or ape-like ability to live, work, and even die in their trees. Their planet was so dangerous, only a few brave freebooter pilots dared to land and exchange goods. Those who made themselves unwelcome gibbered in fear and refused to return. Thus, the legend had spawned of empathic Seelies who scared them into compliance.

Maddeningly, Dawn simply smiled and batted those bright blue eyes at him. “You really ought not listen to spaceflot, you know.”

Embarrassed at the breach of privacy, Chance felt his face redden. He had no right to ask such personal questions other than his burning desire to ensure Dawn was the perfect partner she appeared to be. “Granted. Forget I asked. Come on, let’s get that beacon.”

She leapt off the tree as gracefully as she’d clambered up it, landing precisely at his feet in a crouch. The sweet fragrance of the tree lingered around her. “No sweat. It’s just over the next rise in a temple ruin. After we’re done here, you can come back to my apartments and ask all the questions I choose to answer.” She shot him a look that would have hardened an invertebrate to sexual readiness. “Maybe I’ll even give you a demo.” She took off running.

Chance huffed out a breath before following despite a cock now rigid with desire. Why did he continue to challenge her and she him? He was satisfied she’d do well and wouldn’t be an encumbrance. When he trotted to within earshot of her, he issued a new challenge. “Sex is a hobby of mine, Engineer. I am not without some skill.”

Dawn waited, her hand poised above the beacon. She grinned when he laid his hand on top of hers. “Yeah? A hobby? It’s my profession. Somehow I get the impression you think you’re my equal in prowess. Prove it.”

They slapped the beacon, and their bodies moved together to mold to one another. The jungle and temple melted away, leaving them locked in an embrace in the empty holoroom, except for a forlorn little mechbot, sweeping and cleaning the remains of their adventure, including the laser pistols on the floor.

They disentangled when the little bot butted repeatedly at their ankles, anxious to finish cleaning the floor where they stood.

Laughing, Dawn grabbed Chance’s hand and dragged him out the door. “I know a service elevator at the bottom of this ramp.”

Grateful he wouldn’t show an unseemly amount of lust in public, Chance trotted behind her willingly. For such a tiny bit of female, her kiss packed enough force to reduce a mountain to dust. His knees were weak, and his cock was rigid enough to pound rivets in space. What was wrong with him? He’d had sex engineer contracts before. None had caused pounding lust like this. Was it because Seelies were really empathic?

Dawn pulled him into the elevator with more strength than her frame suggested possible. Before he could do more than regain his lost balance, she plastered herself to his body like a limpet eel from the seas of his world and shimmied up his torso until her lips met his.

He heard her fingers program their destination, since they stood right next to the panel.

Her kiss hit Chance even harder than the previous one in the holoroom. Little soft lips rubbed and nibbled his, and his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist to hold her up. The sane part of his functioning mind seeped away like water through sand, clogged with sensation.

The service elevator’s doors opened, and a discreet chime sounded when they didn’t move. Dawn lifted her face from his, her eyes glittering and liquid. “Up the ramp, third door. Helen will open it if we ask nicely.”

The familiar alto voice issued from the elevator speakers. “Yes, I will. But only if you move your asses off my elevator. I’m working here, you know.”

Mockingly, Chance inclined his head in a semblance of a bow. “Apologies, Citizen.”

Dawn giggled and resumed her kisses, limiting herself to his jaw, neck, and ear.

He carried Dawn toward their destination, noting she weighed little more than a feather compared to Spartan females, who tended to be heavily muscled. The nibbles, licks, and kisses weren’t doing his concentration any good. Was it the third door or the fourth?

Helen saved him from embarrassment by opening a door as soon as he approached. He glanced at the vid strips embedded where the wall met the ceiling. “Thanks, Helen.”

“Anytime, Chance. I’m out of here. Have a good time, kiddies.”

Despite Dawn’s drugging attention to his body, Chance let loose a chuckle and released Dawn to let her slide to her feet. It was allowable to show positive emotions in private with a lover. “Your AI has a smart mouth and a large colloquial vocabulary. Has she been communicating with Uncle?”

“Undoubtedly. She is our planetary governing computer, after all. Her minion computers control other aspects, but she oversees operations as well as this building’s security. She’s been in constant communication with Uncle since the security breach attempts started.”

A knife appeared in her right hand and flicked at one of his jumpsuit tags, parting the cloth. “Unless you intend to fuck me while still wearing that uniform, you might want to take it off.”

Chance eyed the knife as it made another pass at his second suit tab. He made his voice quaver with mock fear and added a lisp for humor. “Oh, coercion. How sexy.” His voice returned to normal. “Lose the knife. I’ll remove my clothes without your help.”

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