Chapter Twenty-One
After Zaron left, Emily went back into her bedroom. To her relief, the wall entrances between the rooms now worked for her, opening and closing at her approach. Zaron must’ve adjusted the door settings at some point, giving her greater freedom to roam around the house. The outside wall didn’t budge, of course, but she hadn’t expected it to. Like it or not, she was stuck here for the next two weeks—with a gorgeous, insatiable alien who expected her to warm his bed for the duration.
Sighing, Emily sat down on the bed. She couldn’t pretend, even to herself, that she was anything but willing. She’d never had s*x like that before, had never even dreamed that such ecstasy was possible. With Jason, they’d had fun in bed, but it had never gone beyond mild enjoyment for Emily.
