Loving Deviant (Cyborg Seduction Book 9) Read Free Page B

finally spared her a glance. “How many intruders? Are they other customers? Hook into the mainframe and get me the information.”
    “Deviant? No one is out there.”
    He lowered the weapon and turned fully to face her, the sight of the still turned-on, naked cyborg something striking to see. He was ready to do battle. Most guys would at least grab their pants but he’d only gone for his weapon. The thing was some kind of an odd-looking gun she’d never seen before, small enough to fit completely inside his fist.
    “There’s no danger out there. Could you please put down the weapon?”
    “I won’t shoot you.” He actually moved his hand behind his ass cheek to hide it from her view. “There. Are you registering me as a nonthreat now?”
    She stared into his eyes and wondered if he’d change his mind about shooting her when she told him the truth. Half of her was tempted to lie, tell him she was experiencing technical difficulties, and then send in a real bot. Of course, that would leave her stranded on the station and screwed in a really bad way—by many customers.
    “I’m in serious trouble, Deviant. I need your help.”
    He stalked forward with grace, bent enough to drop the weapon on his discarded clothing, and straightened. His hand gripped his cock and a grin curved his mouth.
    “I’ve got exactly what you need.” He winked. “I’ve heard of this dialog foreplay, and I’m going to help you, beautiful.”
    She was too stunned that he’d gone from one extreme to another to even react when he released his cock and dropped to his knees before her. His hands gripped her thighs, shoved them apart, and his chest hit hers. She was pinned under him on the bed in the next breath, staring into the face inches from her own. He gripped her wrists to jerk them above her head.
    “I’ll pay for the clothing. I’m going to tear them off.”
    Her heart pounded and she lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist, the only thing she could grip. Her skirt had risen up; her bare legs touched his hot skin, and she shivered a little because it was kind of sexy, even if she was too afraid to fully appreciate it. Her arms strained to get loose but she couldn’t break his one-handed hold, even with her improved left arm. He was stronger than the mechanics inside her.
    “Should I kiss your mouth first or tear off your clothes to explore your breasts? Which do females prefer?”
    “I’m a real person, Deviant. I’m not a sex bot.” She said it quickly, afraid he’d act before she had a chance to answer his question.
    “I like that.” He leaned closer, his nose brushing hers, and closed his eyes. “Open your mouth to me now.”
    He smelled of mint, something he’d obviously eaten. She opened her mouth to tell him this wasn’t part of some programmed dialog, a fantasy so clients could pretend she was real. She was being honest.
    His lips sealed over hers and his tongue swept inside her mouth before she got a single word out.
    For a virgin, the guy didn’t kiss like one. He mastered her mouth easily, coaxed her tongue to move with his. Her body responded to the passion he ignited with his hungry exploration. Her legs shifted higher to his waist, her calves squeezed against his muscular, firm ass, and he rubbed the hard length of his cock against her panties to massage her clit.
    She moaned, the sensation turning her on. It had been a really long time since anyone had touched her down there. Fire ignited inside her belly, burned from her sex upward, until it hazed over her ability to think. His strong hips rocked faster against the cradle of her thighs, firmly stroking his rigid cock against the thin material covering her pussy. She pressed back, seeking more contact.
    He rumbled, his chest vibrated, and he released her wrists to brace one arm on the bed while his free hand gripped her shirt from the side. The material tightened over her rib cage and only the sound of it tearing jerked her from her fervent