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down, tracing swirling kisses along the dusting of hair that led down to her final destination.
Kenneth was rock hard, the head of his shaft a dark purple, and a single pearly drop oozed on to the
tip. She swirled her tongue along it, lapping it up.
 Chloe, he moaned.  Please.
She traced her tongue across the slit, lapping up more pre-cum as it oozed out, and then opened her
mouth to accept him. He slid inside her and she sucked hard, moving until he d slid down into her
throat.
His breath came out in harsh rasps of pleasure, and he began pumping into her mouth. Her cheeks
hollowed as she sucked him in deeper.
Giving him pleasure felt every bit as delightful as accepting the pleasure that he gave her. Maybe
even more delightful.
His breathing reached a crescendo and his fingers tightened in her hair, holding her head in place as
he exploded into her mouth. He flooded her throat with his hot cum, and she swallowed all of it
before she finally released him and let him pull her up to her feet, and into his arms.
A warm breeze blew through the window, and she buried his face in his neck, eyes clothed, breathing
him in.
Strangely, she didn t miss New York at that moment, or any of the wonderful and exotic places that
she d travelled to over the years. In his arms, she realized, it didn t matter where in the world she
was; she d always be at home.
* * *
Pixie and Bobbi sat in on a leather couch in an office at the Shifters, Inc., building, waiting for the
arrival of Reggie s parents, Prince Bahi and Princess Sara. The office was decorated in low-key
tones of brown and tan, with furniture of leather and wood. A book case held hardback copies of
classic books, a globe, and small wooden animal figures.
The Prince and Princess were late.
 You sure this will work? Pixie asked.
 Have I ever steered you wrong? Bobbi asked.
 Uhh& .
 It ll work. Speaking of things working out, when are you going to go out on a date with Tyler?
 That was only the most awkward segueway ever. And he hasn t asked me. And mind your own
beeswax. Pixie leaned back on the couch, folding her arms across her chest.
 That s because you never give him an opening. You know he likes you. Just let him take you out for
drinks and see how it goes. How about next week?
 How about never o clock? How about oh never thirty? Pixie held up a wallet.  How about stop
asking me questions about my personal life if you ever want to see your wallet again?
Bobbi broke out in a grin.  Really? Open my wallet.
Pixie shot her a suspicious glare and opened it. It was empty except for a note. The note said  Go out
on a date with Tyler, you stubborn-ass human skank.
Pixie threw the note and the empty wallet at her.  Very funny. No! she snapped.
 Why not?
 Because he s a decent guy, and no decent guy wants to be with a street rat like me for more than one
night.
 See, there s where your thinking is all messed up. A decent guy wouldn t just go out with you for one
night. And you know Tyler s not like that. Quit being such a chicken, and go for it.
The door opened, and the Prince and Princess walked in, accompanied by several bodyguards. The
prince was a handsome man in his mid thirties, copper-skinned, with a goatee. He wore a blue turban
which looked out of place with his hand tailored silk suit. His wife had hair piled up in a big teased
black bouffant, and a pouty expression on her pretty face.
 You might want privacy for this meeting, Bobbi said, putting her not-friendly smile on her face.
 What is the meaning of this? the prince demanded indignantly.  I have no secrets. My staff
accompany me everywhere.
Bobbi s smile grew wider and even less friendly.  This is about what we saw you and your wife
doing while you were on separate vacations for the last two weeks while you dumped your only child
to go pursue your own perverted pleasures, which, apparently is what you two do most of the year. I
didn t see any state business being conducted on those security cameras we hacked in to. In fact, what
I saw was-
The princess gasped in dismay.
 Get out, the prince said promptly to the bodyguards, and they obeyed him instantly, shutting the door
behind them.
The prince whirled back to glare at Bobbi.  Is this about money? How much do you want?
 I don t want money. I only want one thing. Believe it or not, unlike you, I actually care about the
welfare of your child.
 How dare you? Princess Sara demanded indignantly.  We hire the finest staff to educate him and
protect him. He has rooms full of toys and wants for nothing.
 You two barely even see him. You spend all your time travelling, shopping, and screwing around.
 That is not true! she glared at Bobbi.  I make it a point to be home on his birthday, on our national
holidays&  she trailed off. Bobbi waited, and stared at her.
 What? Princess Sara asked, puzzled.
 And? When else?
 Well, I&  the princess mumbled.  Through my spiritual healers, I have realized that I need time to
grow into myself as a person and become self-actualized as an individual who needs to connect with
the higher planes of-
Pixie interrupted her with a long, loud, rude raspberry noise. The princess eyes flew open with
shock and anger.
 How dare she! she demanded of her husband.  She is a terrible person! Do something to her! She
must be punished!
 You are a very bad mother, her husband chided her.  It is true.
 What about you? When was the last time you spent any time with your son? the princess demanded,
and he spluttered indignantly.
 Enough! Bobbi raised her hand.  You re both terrible parents and by the time Reggie is a grown
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