The purple and green curve of the planet Orin smiled at the twinkling stars that filled the window of the Vicio's cockpit. Only three hours until we landed to hire people who resembled me in an attempt to throw the law off my fugitive tail. No small feat, but one made easier by the delicious ache from being ravaged night after night by the beautiful man lying next to me.

Mase's fingers curled against his palm in a loose fist, and the corners of his mouth tipped up in a ...