All I Wanted Was To Become A Scientist But Now I've Got An Alien Boyfriend (Bubble Babes #2)

by Petra Palerno

I bet every part of her tastes like cinnamon.

Good men don’t spy on beautiful women, I think to myself. Good thing I’m not a good male—I’m an attorney.

I’ve never wanted to be a piece of furniture so badly in my life.

The tea goes well, despite Opal trying to shake the Skarth ambassador’s reproductive organ.

Touch my mate and die. It’s simple—yet effective.

I want to drink you in, to lick your soft pink skin. I want you to hold my head down and use me for your pleasure,”

“I would stay there for days if that’s what it took. There’s no place I’d rather be than between those speckled thighs.”

I burn for this strange little creature.

I wish with every fiber of my being it didn’t exist. Maybe I can pass a law that bans its use. Yes, that will be the perfect investment of taxpayers’ money.

“What does Earth wildlife have to do with the fact that our bed is covered in your blood?”

“Earthmen sound like f’teeing children. You’re in pain monthly to continue your species, and they feel the need to complain? Are they as weak in form as they are in their constitutions?”

I fucking love the way this jerk tastes, but I’d never admit it to him.

"I would kill him if you let me." "I know."

I’d be incredibly happy if you let me kill the duke, though.” "Are you being serious?" "Of course I'm not." I kiss the top of her head but cock an eyebrow. "Unless you're serious. In that case, yes, I'd love to rip his hands off."

"You thought I wanted to trade Earth snacks so you would put my cock in your mouth?"

Here I am, naked and horny, in front of an alien with a rock-hard cock that I’ve tied to a bed. Sometimes it’s amazing the twists and turns your life takes.

Seeing him trussed up on the bed makes me feel like some ethereal sex goddess, and I fucking love it.

“Please, untie me,” he begs, “so that I can kneel before the altar of your awe-inspiring cunt. Let me feast on its perfection.”

“One word, Red, and I’ll knock his pompous ass into the sand.”

She’s brave on her own—but with me at the ready, she is the electricity, and I am the ground wire.

“You’re my mate. I would burn this planet to the ground if you asked me. Love you? Of course I do, but there’s so much more than that. There’s a feeling beyond love, beyond the mate bond, that I don’t know how to put into words.” “I wish I could feel the mate bond.” “You do feel it.” He strokes the back of his palm against my cheek. “You feel it every time I touch you. You feel it with every dirty look or fist I throw at any man who dares to look at you.” He kisses my forehead. “I know you feel it when I taste you—when you let me feast on that perfect cunt.”

I can hold her again, I can smell her hair, I can lick her cunt until she screams my name.