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  Forbidden Reunion

  Galaxy Smugglers series Book

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  Amelia Wilson

  Table of Contents:

  INVITATION FROM THE AUTHOR

  ALSO BY AMELIA WILSON

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  EPILOGUE

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  PROLOGUE

  FALAX

  Being a smuggler isn’t easy, but I must say, it definitely has its perks. There’s money always being passed around and endless places that I get to explore, even though I’m risking my life about ninety percent of the time. I’ve only been doing this for a little while, but I’m already starting to reap some of those sweet rewards that often comes with being a handsome galactic troublemaker. One of them happens to be a beautiful girl that found me on Proxima Twelve, who whispered in my ear a lot of nice things that I’ve been thinking about on my walk to her place.

  I finally find it after following her confusing directions. It doesn’t help that I’ve had a few drinks too many tonight and I almost end up taking a detour through a roaring and colorful space club. One of these days I’ll get myself into one of those, but tonight I have something else I’m trying to get into if you know what I mean. I look up at the towering complex, rising higher than the other skyscrapers on this planet, and I already feel intimidated. This girl certainly has some cash in her pocket, but that’s not my main concern at the moment.

  I take the giant glass elevator up to her floor, my mind already reeling from the words this girl said to me. Call me crazy, but it was almost like I was under a trance of some sort. As soon as I had caught a whiff of her sweet scent, I had already started planning our whole life together. I rub my palms on my nice black pants, trying to shed this awful coat of nerves I’m wearing.

  The elevator dings a cheerful chime as it stops. Drunkenly remembering my special instructions, I press the call button next to a small silver screen above the floor buttons. It flashes to life, but all I can see is a silk screen, the tantalizing shadow of a woman's body hiding behind it as she appears to be rubbing something on her arms. I watch her graceful movements until she turns her head slightly to the side, giving me a glimpse of her delicate profile. "Who is it?" She asks in a silky voice. I straighten up as if it'll somehow make me seem soberer. "That guy from the bar. You know, the charming one. The one you said you'd want to pick you up-and-‘

  “Right, right,” she says, her shadowy hand waving me off. I see her soft slender fingers emerge from behind the silk screen, pressing a button. “Come on in,” she says. “And mind your step.”

  The door opens, and soon I find myself in a sea of gold. The couches, the carpets, even the fountain in the center of the living room, glitters with gold and silver accents. Without thinking, I let out a whistle, briefly fantasizing all of this gold in my own hands. I can practically hear the wealth falling through my fingers, thick coins and the power that comes with them.

  Oh, right, I forgot I was just on my way to possibly get laid. If there's ever a distraction greater than sexy ladies that are interested in me, it's money. Of course, I've been with plenty of space ladies before, but it's rare that I find one this wealthy. "I'm in here," the woman's voice seems to drip from a nearby open doorway. My heart starts to pound in my chest. "Alright," I say, making my voice sound deeper than it already is as I stride towards the room.

  She’s still behind the silk screen, her silhouette even more beautiful up close. As she hears me come in, she peeks her head out. Her hair is a glossy silver, almost white, as it drapes over her bare shoulders. Her eyes are a stunning pale blue like diamonds. I suddenly feel self-conscious as she stares me up and down as if she can see right through me. If she can, I'm sure she'd like what she sees…at least I would hope so.

  "Alani, I presume?" The alcohol is granting me an extra sliver of confidence. Alani smirks as if she's going to blush. It's really cute. Sends a flutter through my gut. "The smuggler remembers," she says playfully as she stands. When she emerges from the screen, it takes everything in me not to melt into a puddle. Her curves are so pronounced a perfect hourglass. She's wearing nothing but a faintly pink and glittering translucent robe, with little accents of feathers on the cuffs of her sleeves. It compliments her pale blue skin and shows off all the goods.

  She walks over to me, each step more graceful than the last as if she were walking through a zero gravity chamber. Once she's more in the light, I can see the outline of her supple breasts through
the fabric of her robe, her nipples more pronounced. My eyes trail from those, down her smooth stomach, and landing on her delicate flower. I can already feel myself growing more excited, my pants suddenly feeling a little tighter as the blood rushes to more sensitive places.

  Alani presses her body into mine and I’m aching just to put my hands on her. As soon as I try to reach around to get a handful of that lovely, lovely ass, she grabs my hand with an intense ferocity and flings it to the side. She’s certainly a fiery one, and it only makes me want her more. “You can look, but you can’t touch just yet,” she teases as she leans into me. “Well, that’s not very fun,” I say in half-mocking disappointment. "I like to do things a little differently," she says with a hint of cruelty in her voice that tells me she's one of those types that likes it a little rough. I'm overwhelmed again by her dizzying scent, a sweetness almost akin to vanilla. My knees nearly shake as I can feel her breath on my neck, her lips just barely brushing against my goosebumped skin.

  Suddenly, her bedroom starts to spin, and I don’t think it’s from the alcohol. The outline of her golden bed starts to blend in with the rest of the furniture, and soon it feels like I’m in a strange void with just Alani in front of me. Her smooth velvety fingers spread apart my vest, gently unbuttoning my shirt as she leans even closer towards me. Her thick, glossy lips just barely open as she presses them into mine. She tastes just as good as she smells, with an extra touch of spice as she slips her tongue past my teeth.

  I'm throbbing now, and she knows it. I try to conceal a moan as her hand wanders towards my pulsing bulge. "You seem like the type that likes to get into trouble," she says coyly. At this point, I might as well be a mumbling idiot because I'm just so overwhelmed by her. "You seem like just the kind of trouble I'd like to get into," is the last thing I remember saying before the room gets darker, and I feel like I'm barely conscious, almost as if I were drugged somehow. "Come on, Falax," I can hear Alani say. My feet move on their own towards her bed, my fingers somehow interlocked with hers. "Let's make some trouble…"

  And then, darkness.

  CHAPTER 1

  GOOD JOB GONE BAD

  BECCA

  God, I hate wearing earrings. I struggle to navigate the string of gems into my earlobes as I I huff my way towards the elevator. My glittering stilettos clack against the black tiled floor, and I'm grateful I at least took a few weeks to learn how to walk in them so I wouldn't fall and bust my ass. I'm going to pull out all the big guns tonight if we're going to pull this off right. I've even worn my best push-up bra to get my ladies looking their best. The sex planet Yuta certainly delivers when it comes to their lingerie, and I'd recommend it to any lady if they have the cash and the fuel to make it there.

  Unfortunately, I'm not on Yuta. Instead, I'm on Bacch, known for it's cascading riches and boring wealthy socialites. These kinds of planets are our favorite places to deal with clients, and you're almost guaranteed to get a hefty pocket of coin once a job is done. This one is a little more high-stakes and as I finally step into the elevator and press the main floor button I put down my studded suitcase, making sure to adjust the strap on my leg that attaches my blaster to my thigh.

  I wasn't always doing this. Not too long ago I was driving cross-country in my beat up van until I was abducted by a sexy smuggler, Falax, who was also a delivery boy for a really nasty king that wanted me for his mate. We crashed on a desert planet, Gemma Six, and wandered for days in the hot sand. I ended up saving his life, and he saved mine. First, we hated each other's guts, but then we fell in love with each other's guts and, long story short, our guts are now married and I didn't have to sacrifice my body to the creep king of Kellion. A good tradeoff in my opinion.

  Speaking of sexy smugglers, the earpiece obscured by my styled golden-brown hair starts to crackle to life as I can finally hear Falax's transmission coming in. "Hi handsome," I say. "Hi wife," Falax says into my ear. I smile at the word ‘wife.' We've only been married for about a week and it still feels unreal to me. A human girl and a Kellion smuggler, what are the odds? "Did you get the cameras working?" I ask as I nervously watch the elevator count backward from twelve. "Oh please, hours ago," he says with a scoff. "Damn, you're looking fine tonight." He's talking about the black sequined slitted gown tightly hugging my curves. I definitely can't breathe, but he's right. I look damn fine in it.

  “Care to leave that on for a few more minutes after we get off work?” He asks slyly.

  “Assuming I’m making it back in one piece,” I say as I roll my eyes.

  “Hey, I’ll take any piece,” he says. “Especially if it’s that sweet ass.” "You're too kind," I say as the number on the elevator finally reaches the main floor. I take a deep breath and step out onto a sparkling carpet. Clanging and jingling sound flood my ears, along with snazzy music and people exchanging exclamations of both joy and defeat.

  I turn the corner into the open casino, surrounded by large tables and insanely complex machinery that spews coins into the hands of successful patrons. As I watch the sea of space gamblers, all types of aliens from every corner of the galaxy, I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. I wish Falax and I didn’t have to cut our honeymoon short so we could work. But our current client isn’t exactly the understanding type.

  "It's passed the card tables," Falax says. I can barely hear him over the commotion. "The tiny hall on your right." I follow his instructions, walking into a hallway flooded with a blood-red light. I pass a line of girls waiting out the door for the bathroom, and make my way towards a room that says "staff only." I nervously clutch the briefcase in my hand as I gather myself before stepping into the room.

  A bouncer guides me to yet another room, where a large circular table waits. A cluster of men surround it, and I recognize some of the most sleazy smugglers amongst them. There are some others, much more groomed than the smugglers, and I can only assume they’re clients. I wish with every fiber of my being that Falax could do this, but none of these men know who I am. Besides, this dress, the heels, and even my pushup bra were all purposely chosen for this negotiation.

  As the bouncer shuts the door behind me, I feel my body growing heavy like a lead weight. But I know these guys are all looking at me, and I have to put on my best act. “You’re late,” a man with wrinkled gray skin says. Falax told me he’s a mob boss. “I was about to trade off your lot.” Without missing a beat, I saunter towards the table, my hair falling just slightly over my face as I gently purse my lips to make them look fuller.

  "Gentlemen," I say nicely, following my script. "On behalf of Kagin, leader of the Capcha Cons, I've brought what you've requested." I place the briefcase in the center of the table. I open the case, revealing stacks upon stacks of cash. "Feel free to count it," I add.

  One of the smugglers, off to the further side of the table, leans forward to grab the case. I lash out my manicured hand onto it before he can snatch it. His four eyes, embedded into his reptilian-like skin, narrow with suspicion. His name is Cade, and next to Falax and I he's one of the top-requested smugglers in the galaxy. I recover myself, smiling mischievously as I lean over the table and making sure to press my boobs together with my arms to enhance their effect. "Nuh-uh," I say playfully. "I showed you mine. But now you have to show me yours."

  “Oof,” Falax mumbles through the earpiece. “You’re killing me over here.”

  A mob boss reaches under the table, and I almost cringe at the thought of him pulling out a gun. Instead, he pulls out a silky red bag and gently pours its contents onto the table. My heart pounds in my chest as hundreds of tiny pale pink gems clatter onto the table. Hearts of Reina, one of the most valuable and rarest of materials in the galaxy. Cade watches them hungrily as they rattle to a stop. Looks like his eyes are on this package too. "Feel free to count it," the mob boss says with a sneer.

  “Such a dick,” Falax says. I take it an extra step further and gently seat myself on the edge of the table, arching my back and opening the slit in my dress to sho
w off a little more leg. It’s maybe a little too far, but I can feel my nerves starting to take over and I’m getting desperate. I lean over to scoop up the Hearts, but Cade sweeps his arm over the table, gathering them all back into the bag.

  “I thought we were making a deal here,” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Having second thoughts?” "Not second thoughts," Cade says. "More like a question, really." He gazes around at the other mob bosses and smugglers in the room before he stands up and walks over to me. I try to keep calm as he gets closer until I'm staring right into all of his beady eyes. He runs his scaly hand up my arm, and it sends a shiver down my spine. "Hey, watch it, buddy," I hear Falax saying through his teeth.

  Cade watches me with a sinister stare, and I have a strange feeling that something is up. “What I’d like to know,” he says with an odd smirk. “Is why Kagin has sent you instead of Falax.” I wasn’t expecting something like this, but I’ve learned how to make stuff up on the fly. “Kagin thought he’d add a little extra something for your trouble,” I say. “After all, you came all this way out here.”

  “Yes, I can see the reasoning behind this,” Cade says as he glances at me up and down. “But you should know, Kagin doesn’t really have much of a taste for women.”

  “Well,” I say, fumbling a bit more. Words are getting harder now. “Careful,” Falax warns. “We’re in hot water now.” I remember the gun attached to my other leg and try not to let my gaze drift towards the briefcase and pouch of gems on the table.

  “He thought that you would appreciate the gesture. You’re all men, aren’t you?” One of the mob bosses in the corner starts to laugh, and suddenly I feel a sinking pit in my stomach. “On my planet, we eat humans,” the mob boss says. “Kagin would know I’m not one to play with my food.”