Justine shifted onto her back, spreading her legs for Squip to rest comfortably between them. Her hips rose to meet the delicious friction of his touch, too eager to be sated with light touches.

Her chest ached with need and the tips of her breasts hardened against the thin silk kimono she wore. A soft moan caught in her throat, muffled by its lips, as its mouth captured hers in a heated kiss. Justine met the force and demand of its kiss while enjoying the spark of heat coiling in her lower abdomen.

She felt the sudden jolt of annoyance from Connor but like her interactions with pain, it only served to heighten the pleasure she was feeling. She pushed it back towards Connor, knowing that SQUIP was likely doing the same.