His determination frightened her. “Joaquin, what do you want of me?”
“Don’t you know?” he whispered, leaning in to her. “Can’t you imagine?”
His lips touched hers, so soft. A man had never kissed her like that. He explored her mouth, sucking at her lips, allowing his tongue to play across them. She opened her mouth, and he slipped his tongue inside. She met it with her own, and they entangled deliciously.
There was nothing to say that a Senior could not have one of the whores physically; most of them were incapable of such pleasure, so it was a rare event. Joaquin slipped off the shift, revealing her beautiful body. He drew in his breath.
“Such a waste to use this on dreaming,” he murmured. “Why not reality?”
“Do you want reality?” she asked, confused. “You don’t want a dream tonight?
