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spooning, his hand over my breast and my hand over his.
    I was about to fall asleep when Kai took my hand and guided it to his semi-erect penis. He started to kiss my shoulder, then my neck. I stroked his penis and it sprang to life, fully erect.
    “That’s better,” I said as I lifted my leg and resting my foot on his knee. His kisses became more passionate as I guided him inside me. I returned my leg to its previous position and we were spooning again, only this time Kai was inside me.
    Every stroke Kai made sent tremors through my insides. My whole physical being centered on that magical portal—and the wizard bringing it to life.
    I reached over and grabbed Kai’s ass, both because I loved the feel of it and because I wanted to pull him deeper inside me. It worked on both accounts. Kai seized my hips, pulling me deeper onto his very erect cock. Every thrust elicited grunts from both of us. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as the exquisite pounding drove me closer and closer to release. I found myself torn between wanting this sensation to last forever and wanting to go to the place where my muscles seized, my blood turned electric and I felt even more alive.
    Kai made the decision for me. He put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit. Two more strokes and I went over the edge I had been dancing on. One stroke after that, Kai followed. This time I felt the shudder, felt him spill into me and heard the guttural, uncontrolled groan that went with his orgasm. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
    I was still basking in the aftereffects of our lovemaking when a loud knock at the downstairs door and shouts of, “Police!” reverberated through the pod.

Chapter Eight
    Marjin pounded on the door. “Get dressed, but stay here!”
    I heard the loud thumps of her footfalls as she bounded down the uncarpeted stairs. Then her voice, loud and determined. “You were not supposed to be here until the morning.”
    “You’re harboring two fugitives,” the unmistakable deep voice of a Consortium guard bellowed back at her.
    “They were to turn themselves in tomorrow morning to the colony police. I made arrangements with the magistrate. I’m not letting them go anywhere with Consortium guards, especially under the cloak of darkness.”
    “What should I do?” I heard Brynn ask.
    That’s my Brynn, always in the thick of things.
    “Call the police. When you’re done with that, call number three on my comm pad. Tell her we need press and lots of it.”
    We heard the distinctive sound of a tussle on the stairs as the Consortium guards tried to push through Marjin and Brynn to get to their quarry—us. The confrontation ended when colony police sirens sounded in the distance.
    Pounding on the door intensified.
    “Well, let them in,” Marjin ordered, obviously not willing to give up her perch on the stairs.
    “What’s going on here?” the much more feminine voice of a colony police officer asked.
    “I have Darra Athol and the Kai unit here. I made arrangements with the magistrate to have them turn themselves in to you tomorrow morning. These Consortium goons—” she spat it out like bitter apple, “—showed up and demanded I turn them over. I refused and called you.”
    “Under what authority are you taking these citizens into custody?”
    “The Consortium,” the butch guard answered with conviction.
    “Last time I checked, the Consortium guards didn’t have any authority off Consortium property. I suggest you leave this to the real police.”
    I swore I heard the Consortium guard growl. Whatever connection that existed between The Consortium and the colony police apparently didn’t extend to the officers.
    “You can come down now,” Marjin yelled up the stairs.
    Kai entwined his fingers around mine. We cautiously made our way down the stairs.
    To my relief, there was no sign of more Consortium guards. Two blonde, pony-tailed, colony police officers stood by the front door.
    “The