Foreign Exchange (The Concubine Chronicles Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
"Nm," Liera objected, pulling the covers over her head. Another poke. "C'mon; we've got to meet the Krin of Krin for breakfast. Remember?" "Nm!" Liera repeated, curling herself up as tight as she could. Maash was great, but the mornings were too . . . morning. Maash poked her again. Liera had turned, so it was her butt that Maash got that time. And the poke turned into a pat, which turned into a long caress. "Nmmmm," said Liera, relaxing. Maybe mornings weren't quite so morning. Then Maash got both her hands on on Liera's leg, and pulled her entirely out of bed. "Dammit, Maash," said Liera, looking up at her. Maash was already dressed, a white tunic under an embroidered gold and blue robe; her dark skin and hair perfect against the colors. "Up," said Maash. "I'm up!" said Liera. "I'm up. Now let's go back to bed." Maash laughed, and squatted down next to her. "Hands and knees," she said, and Liera complied, instantly ready. Maash was beautiful, even in the morning.
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