Free ALIEN ROMANCE: Ursa (Paranormal Science Fiction BBW Alpha Male Romance) by Katina Vader, Serena Vale Page B

then all the way in again.
    This time she screamed as pleasure tore through her, and didn’t even try to hold it it. It didn’t take long to have her hypersensitive body climaxing hard beneath his, the friction of her body bringing him soon after. 
     
    Chloe rolled over, her body deliciously sore in all the right places as she felt the bright morning light tickle the backs of her still closed eyelids.
    “Alexei, do you have any coffee here?” She groaned sleepily, searching the massive bed for his now familiar warmth.
    “Alexei?” She sat up, peeling her lids open as she looked around the empty room, and the empty suite. He was gone. Chloe sat back on the bed with a slump before glancing at the bedside clock. Almost eight o’clock. It had been a late night, but she was usually an early riser. Wrapping the sheet around her, she searched the penthouse again, calling his name. But she had been right the first time. He wasn’t there. In fact, there was nothing left to tell that he had been there all. No suitcase, no clothes, no toiletries.
    Feeling dejected after last night’s bliss, she grabbed her purse as she threw the slinky black dress over her head. There was no way to avoid the walk of shame that morning, she thought. She searched through her purse, and then on the floor where she had thrown it the night before. Something was missing.
    She dumped out the contents of the small bag on the bed, looking through it again as temper flared inside her. She couldn’t believe it! Her security pass was missing.

Chapter 5
    Chloe waited patiently while they did yet another security check on the large private jet. Somewhat patiently, anyways. She had been waiting for several hours, and those three cups of coffee were starting to catch up with her. It had been surprisingly hard to track down Alexei, taking her almost three weeks to figure out where he had been going with her stolen security pass. The thought still infuriated her. In comparison, it had been relatively easy to find the private jet registered under his name that just happened to be parked at the small airstrip just outside of Washington D.C.
    That’s what he gets for messing with an investigative journalist, Chloe thought to herself, trying to ignore the near constant ache that thoughts of him pulled up inside her. I knew he was dangerous , she told herself, trying to refocus on the self-imposed mission in front of her. I know he’s in there.
    She waited, timing it perfectly as she hastily skittered up the rolling staircase and through the door, just as the security guard stepped aside to have a quick, and illegal, cigarette. Chloe was pretty sure there was some sort of regulation about smoking around airplanes. There were regulations about everything else, she knew.
    It took only a few seconds to creep the already open hatch and into the large, luxury airliner. And a few seconds after that to realize that it was completely empty. She sighed harshly in the empty cabin. She had been so sure he would be there. And a part of her admitted she had wanted to see the look in eyes when she confronted him.
    Her eyes swept over the lush, deep red upholstery, and what looked to be authentic crystal decanters with matching tumblers glinting prettily next to it. She had found out quite a few things about Alexei on her search to find him and recover her stolen property. That he was one of the richest men in the world, for starters. Owning more business than she could count with assets totaling over a billion dollars. The idea still boggled her mind, but looking around the expensively decorated private jet, she could see the truth of those statements.
    Chloe had also found out that a lot of the money he had made had been due to the Russian mafia, in one form another. It had broken her heart to read that, although she wasn’t sure why. She had known him for only a single night. Chloe wrapped a protective arm around her middle, and her insides lurched. Well, perhaps he had