Her Cyborg Captor

Keily: Human. Curvy. Independent. An intense, do-good activist who’s never without a cause to throw her limitless energy into. She likes her sex hot and impersonal. She doesn’t have time for silly romantic dalliances. She has a planet full of Battle Rats to save!

Ryker: Cyborg. Scarred. Cynical. Rejected by the females of Terras Five, he becomes one of the most sought-after mercenaries in the galaxy. But when he accepts a contract to capture a female activist he finds out not all females find his scars terrifying. One particular human female finds them incredibly sexy.

Engine failure, hastily terminated jumps, and a fluffy stowaway challenge the unlikely pair to work together to find their way home and into each other’s hearts.

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Was the little minx actually trying to use sex to get to him? He smothered the unfamiliar urge to laugh. Did she really think he’d believe she still found him irresistible? Or even remotely desirable? “Just until the negotiations are over. Shouldn’t be more than a few moon cycles.” He leaned forward, deliberately looming over her and giving her a closeup view of his scarred face. “So what did you have in mind? To amuse ourselves?”

He had to give her credit, she didn’t flinch away from his scarred visage. “Well, I haven’t had much time to myself lately. Haven’t really had any downtime to speak of.” The pink tip of her tongue appeared, running over her lips in a blatantly suggestive gesture.

Tempting. Damn, she was tempting. It had been so long since someone has tried to seduce him, he’d forgotten the thrill of knowing a female wanted him, wanted to feel his naked body sliding against hers. His gaze strayed to those perfect globes rising and falling with each breath. Reaching down, he gently pulled the edge of her top apart. For a brief second, the material resisted him. Then, like a flower opening under the welcoming warmth of a planetary sun, it popped apart to let her luscious breasts spill out.

And they really were luscious. Keily arched her back, wordlessly offering them up for his approval. Oh, yeah. He definitely approved. Lowering his head, he scored his teeth across one dark pink nipple, feeling it pebble into a hard tip in his mouth.

He lifted his head as a tiny tinge of guilt stirred in the corner of his brain. He had no intention of allowing her to escape so she could go back to champion the Battle Rats in the upcoming confrontation. Accepting her sexual advances knowing he had no plan to give her what she wanted wasn’t fair.

Then again, life wasn’t fair. He was living proof of that.

What the hell. She’d started it, and he didn’t recall keeping his hands off of her being one of the conditions of the contract. He just had to keep her off the planet and incapable of throwing a monkey wrench into the Conglomerate’s plans.

“You sure you want to do this?” Ryker cupped the warm mounds of flesh, his damnable sense of right and wrong forcing him to give her a chance to stop him before it was too late. “I know I’m not the kind of male you humans like to dream about.”

She cocked her head, a look of startled confusion on her face. “Seriously? You think you know what kind of male I fantasize about? Let me assure you it isn’t some slick young pretty boy who wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman.”

Her gaze ran over him from tip to toes, igniting a slow burn he hadn’t felt since before he’d become more machine than man. She didn’t linger on the scars or the metallic arm. What she did linger on was the growing bulge at his groin.

Damn. Was there anything sexier than a female who wasn’t afraid to let you know that she wanted you?

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Programmed to Please

Programmed To Please, by Jenna Ives

Chapter One

 “Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Dolls sex robot.”

          Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t possibly have heard him right. She and her partner, Leith Wyatt, had been called into his office at the end of their duty shift. It had been a long day, as they all were on Tau Cetus in this post-apocalyptic era, and she was in no mood for a joke.

​          “Sir?” Jai noticed that even Leith, who was standing beside her, had raised his eyebrow in question.

​          For an answer, Rainey leaned forward in his chair and pushed a button on the console on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”

​          A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway. His eyes darted nervously as he checked out the Spartan office before taking an apparently reluctant step into the room. He was such a stereotype that Jai felt herself stiffen. Thick glasses… hair askew… frankly, all he needed was a lab coat with a pocket protector to complete the picture. Savant. Adept. Carbon-copier.

​          Maybe her boss hadn’t been making a joke.

​          Rainey cleared his throat. “This is Anson Carron. The creator of Beautiful Dolls.”

​          If the abrupt and impersonal introduction annoyed their guest, he didn’t show it. His eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the generic, navy blue one-piece uniform that she and everyone else on the Tau Cetus force wore.

​          “Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”

​          “This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. She’s human.”

​          The little man seemed lost in his own train of thought. “She meets his prime criteria. Of course, it would be better if I could see her without her clothes on before I make a final assessment.”

​          Jai stiffened even more. “Commander!”

​          Rainey let out a loud sigh, then glanced at Jai and the two men. “Sit. All of you.”

​          Instead, Carron took a step closer. “Can I touch her, at least?”

​          “Lay one finger on me,” Jai growled, “and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever touches.”  Wyatt stepped closer to her to drive the point home.

​          Behind his desk, Rainey blew out a breath. “I said sit!”

​          The three of them held their adversarial positions for a moment, then took the hard chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk. Jai crossed her arms and legs defensively, and even Wyatt turned his chair around to straddle it. It was obvious neither one of them anticipated liking whatever the Commander might be about to say.

​          Rainey ran a hand through his grey-black hair and looked at the partners. “Before I start, I have just one thing to say to you two. Marque Callex.”

​          Jai gasped. “What?”

​          That changed everything. The infamous name had both her and Wyatt leaning forward in their chairs, now eagerly waiting for Rainey’s next words.

​          “You know how long we’ve been trying to get close to this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron here ran afoul of the law. No need to get into the specifics, but in an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”

​          “What kind of proposal?” Wyatt asked.

​          “A clever one, as it turns out.” Rainey smirked. “Mr. Carron agreed to send out an… invitation… to Marque Callex, in the guise of offering ‘a select number of high-powered businessmen’ the chance to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll for free, in exchange for their feedback on the product. In reality, Callex was the only person to get this invitation.”

​          Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”

​          “He did,” Rainey confirmed. “It was a gamble, but it paid off. In this supposed ‘latest model,’ clients are able to customize their girl. Callex filled out the form specifying the criteria of his ideal Beautiful Doll, and now all we have to do is fulfill his requirements.” The Commander gave Jai a pointed stare. “With you.”

​          Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”

​           “He’s requested certain specifics,” Anson Carron spoke up. “Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Lean, athletic build.”

​          Jai let out a relieved breath. “Well, that rules me out then. I’m brown-haired and brown-eyed.”

​          “Easily fixed,” her boss pointed out. “You fit the most important characteristic: athletic build. We can’t fake that, but we can correct the other things with hair dye and contact lenses.”

​          Uneasy, Jai leaned forward in her chair. “Sir, do you really believe a man who can have any model of girl he wants, would pick a B-cup and not a triple-D? For a sexbot? Come on, Commander. Are you sure Callex is even serious about this?”

​          Rainey stroked his chin thoughtfully, and then shrugged. “Well, we’ll have our answer on Monday, if he shows up at the Beautiful Dolls boudoir. Until then, prepping you for the assignment is the way we’re going to proceed. That is, if you’re agreeable.”

​          Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Have sex on command? Not a chance. Not even to bring down a man they’d long been after for suspected weapons smuggling. Besides, she could never pass for a sexbot. She had a heartbeat, for Christ’s sake! “Why don’t you send in a real Doll for the job?”

​          “Because the whole point is to get information out of him,” Rainey answered. “A robot can’t be programmed to be clever. We need someone to coax him into spilling his secrets.”

​          “With all due respect, Commander,” Wyatt interjected. “Callex is locked up tighter than a penitentiary. Security is everything in his line of work. It’s not realistic to think he’s going to give away top secret information while in the throes of passion.”

​          “You haven’t met my Dolls,” Carron mumbled.

​          Rainey ignored the remark. “Maybe not during sex, no. But haven’t you heard of pillow talk? Read your history books. Greater men have been brought down by baring their souls during that post-coital sense of euphoria. I want Jai to build a relationship with him, gain his trust.”

​          In response, Jai re-crossed her arms and legs. There was no way – absolutely none – that she was going to be anyone’s personal sex toy.

​          Rainey sighed into the stubborn silence. “Do I really need to play the Joran Breaux card with either of you?”

​          A spark of anger shot through Jai, even as she heard Wyatt shift uncomfortably on his chair. Joran was the second – and definitely much more personal – reason they were after Marque Callex. Joran had been sent in to infiltrate Callex Industries from the inside, to discover how one of the government’s top weapons contractors was secretly diverting arms to militant countries. Joran’s cover as an employee had seemed secure until two months ago, when the police force had lost contact with him on the very day he’d scheduled a meeting with Marque Callex. Three weeks later, Joran’s body had turned up – in pieces – in a recycling center a hundred clicks away.

​          Joran had been Wyatt’s partner before Jai.

​          Jai would relish the chance to avenge the death of a fellow Tau Cetus agent, but was becoming a sex slave really the best way to do it?

​          “How do we know Jai won’t end up the same way Joran did? Dead?” Wyatt rasped. Raw emotion was clear in his voice.

​          “Because we’re embedding you as the Beautiful Dolls concierge,” Rainey answered. “You’ll be there secretly taping the sessions, close by to protect her if things get out of control.”

​          “Good God,” Jai balked. “You plan to record the sex encounters with Callex?”

​          Rainey scowled. “You know how long we’ve been trying to get to Marque Callex. This may be our best chance. But if you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent with athletic build who’s more committed to her job.”

​          “I’m committed to my job, Commander,” she protested hotly.

​          Rainey waved a hand. “I probably shouldn’t have even offered it to you two. Wyatt is too close to this case. I just thought he’d want a crack at the guy who murdered his partner. But you’re right, Turner. Wyatt could very well be a liability.”

​          “I didn’t say –” Now the Commander was accusing her of letting down the force and her new partner. The guy was a master manipulator.

​          Silence stretched in the room while Jai considered her options. Her very limited options. As in, none. “I’ll do it.”

​          “What?”

​          Jai’s mouth set into a mulish line. What real choice did she have? Marque Callex needed to be stopped. “I said I’ll do it. If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to him, well, then, I’m in.” 

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Kayla’s Hunter #romance #scifi #spaceport

BLURB:

Hunter is a cyborg working for the military wing of the Interplanetary Alliance, with an obsession he just can’t shake. Four years ago, he met a woman on Rigerion IV and spent the night with her. The sex was incredible. When he woke the next morning she was gone and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find her.

When he discovers that she is the captain of one of the most brazen pirate ships in this quadrant, he makes it his personal goal to track her down and punish her. Problem is, despite her status as one of the most notorious pirates in the galaxy, she was bred to be a submissive sex slave, so punishment just makes her hot! What’s a cyborg to do?

EXCERPT:

“Deploy the aft lazar array! Now!” Kayla jerked her body hard to the right, her neural implants signaling the ship to mimic her actions. She felt a grudging respect for the captain of the Intrepid as they narrowly avoided another volley from its photon cannons. This wasn’t the first battle the two ships had engaged in, but if she didn’t catch a lucky break soon, it might be the last.

“The primary engines are overheating! We need to shut them down before they blow.” Aygar, her second-in-command, threw her a panicked look as he diverted more coolant to the engines. “They’ve been at redline too long.”

“If we drop to secondary engines, we might as well surrender now.” Kayla tossed her head back to clear the unruly red tresses from her eyes. “We’ll make a run for the asteroid field. If we can slip between the orbiting rubble, the Intrepid will have to break off. They can’t maneuver that big mother of a ship in such close quarters.”

Aygar nodded, his expression grim. He’d never let her down, and Kayla knew he’d do his best to hold the ship together until they reached safety.

For a while, it looked like they might just pull it off. Kayla dared to hope. The asteroid field loomed close. The Intrepid kept up a steady barrage of fire, but with her enhanced reactions, she managed to dodge the more lethal shots.

“There!” She maneuvered the ship between two chunks of space debris, a triumphant grin dying on her lips at the sudden silence. Shit! “Bring the secondary engines online. Now, damn it!”

“Aye, Captain.”

Too late. The Intrepid’s bulk swooped in to block their only escape route.

“Damn. Damn. Damn!” Kayla slammed her fist down on the weapons’ console in front of her, gritting her teeth in frustration. Escape had been so close!

“Sorry, Captain. Those engines should have been replaced, or at least overhauled two standard years ago. I told you they were in rough shape.” Aygar stared glumly at the massive warship on the forward display screen. “Now what are we going to do?”

Kayla closed her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t his fault. She’d gambled on those engines and lost. “Now we hope Hunter’s in a good mood.”

* * *

“So nice of you to join me.” He looked even more intimidating in person than he had in the video conference, if that was possible. Hunter loomed over her, his massive frame dwarfing her own generous proportions. Immense ropes of muscle strained against the tight material of his Alliance uniform, and those piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through her to her innermost secrets. Hunter was the type of male she’d been bred to crave, bred to satisfy in every conceivable way. Bred to fuck. An alpha-male cyborg. Kayla suppressed the shudder of pure lust that swept through her. Now was not the time to let her genetic programming overcome years of hard work.

She schooled her features to a bland calm. “You didn’t leave me a whole lot of alternatives.”

“No, I didn’t, did I.” The smile that curved his lips held no humor. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.” Taking a step forward, he grasped her wrists and slapped on a set of immobilizer cuffs. She could feel the effects immediately, draining her arms of their ability to move. At least he hadn’t set the damn things to maximum. He turned to the man at his side. “Blake, take her down to my stateroom and set the cuffs to high. That should keep her out of trouble until I’m done with her crew. And the damned Alliance paperwork.”

Blake looked up at his commanding officer. “Don’t you need to log her as one of the prisoners?”

Hunter gave a negative movement of his head. “She and I have unfinished business. As far as the Alliance is concerned, the captain of the pirate ship Defiant didn’t survive the attack.”

“But…” Blake’s voice trailed off as Hunter stared pointedly at him. “Okay then. Your stateroom it is.” Taking her by the arm, Blake led Kayla out of the landing bay.

The walk to Hunter’s stateroom was longer than she expected, down corridor after long corridor. The place was a maze of intersecting passages and zero G drop tubes. By the time Blake palmed the control panel to the captain’s stateroom, she was sure she’d never be able to find her way back to the bridge.

“The captain is a good guy.” Blake didn’t sound very sure of the fact. “He must have a reason for keeping your presence a secret from the Alliance.”

Yeah. Like he intended to punish her personally for all the time he’d spent chasing her around the galaxy. Every time she’d turned around, the Intrepid had been there, harassing her. Somewhere back in the last double moon phase, she’d started to wonder if it were personal. Still, the idea of being turned over to the Alliance didn’t thrill her, so for now she’d play nice.

“Could you take these cuffs off? I hate the way they make my arms feel. I promise I’ll stay here and wait for the captain.” She tried out one of her most charming smiles. Sometimes her breeding paid off. “I’d never find my way around this ship anyways.”

“Sorry. Captain ordered full immobilization, and he likes to be obeyed. You might want to find a comfortable spot before I set them.”

“No!” Kayla took a step backward, a ball of dread coalescing in her belly. She knew her fear showed on her face, and she didn’t care. “I promise I’ll be good. Please, don’t do that.”

Blake had the grace to look upset, but he shook his head. “Captain’s orders. No way I can ignore them and stay on this ship. If you lie down on the bed first, it won’t be so bad.”

Not so bad? Obviously, the SOB had never had immobilizer cuffs used on him! They literally froze the entire nervous system and left the victim unable to do so much as blink. The creche where she’d spent her first ten years had been fond of using them to discipline the girls when they didn’t jump fast enough to obey orders. Sex slaves were expected to obey without hesitation, and they were all bred to be sex slaves. Submissive sex slaves.

Kayla had been a very stubborn child, and she’d spent more time in those cuffs than she cared to remember. So, she knew. They were bad, really bad.

But she wouldn’t beg. She never begged. Taking a deep breath, she schooled her features to show no emotions as she sat down and let the chair mold itself to her shape. Satisfied with the fit, she held out her arms.

“I really am sorry.” The discomfort on Blake’s face afforded her a small amount of satisfaction. “Are you sure you don’t want to lie on the bed? The captain could be awhile.”

Not likely. The last thing she wanted was to have Hunter walk in and see her lying spread-eagled on his bed like some sort of pagan sacrifice.

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She has a plan…

Kidnapping the Cyborg

 (Terras Five #6)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

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Blurb:

Life in the Breeders Enclave on Terras Five was comfortable. Safe. Boring! Abigail wanted more than that. She wanted to explore the galaxy, have a career, enjoy all the freedoms that a human female took for granted. In order to do that she needed to get off -planet, and in order to accomplish that, she needed help. Male help.

She had a plan.

Jackson was flattered that the young female chose him to sire her offspring, and he was more than willing to play his part and to make sure she enjoyed the experience as much as he did. What he wasn’t prepared for being kidnapped at weapons point and forced to help the young breeder escape. Of course, he could have disarmed her and foiled her plan, but where’s the fun in that?

Excerpt:

Abigail stretched languidly on the circular sleeping platform, making sure the male Cyborg got a generous eyeful of her luscious curves. She hadn’t counted on this, counted on it being him, the incredibly sexy male she’d met so long ago. Then again this wasn’t really a bad thing. The attraction she felt for him would make it easier to go through with her plan.

His name was Jackson. Jackson Firestorm. She’d almost snorted her drink out through her nose when she read that on the choices sheet. In a way, the absurdity of his family name was the reason she’d chosen him from the six breeding options presented for her approval.

Of course, she hadn’t realized she’d already met Jackson Firestorm. Or that she’d had a crush on him since she’d been a child. She only knew him as the Cyborg who’d appeared out of nowhere to save her and her friends.

Would he remember the wide-eyed girl child he’d plucked from the wreckage of the crashed spaceship? To him, she would have been just one more orphan who needed help, but to her he’d been a hero, larger than life. He’d saved her life and that of her crèche mates. She’d developed an immediate crush. As a youngling, she’d spent many hours daydreaming about the deliciously sexy Cyborg.

Jackson slid the entrance to the cubicle closed with a soft click, his eyes darkening as they swept over her lounging figure.

She curved her lips up in a smile, trying to look more confident than she felt. She’d never done this before, never joined with a male. Until this very moment, she hadn’t considered what effect that would have on her plan.

Last moon cycle, she’d hacked into the breeder database and altered her records to show that she’d already had several lovers. If the powers that be had known this was her first coupling, they would have insisted on sending her an older male, one with enough experience to ease her into the breeder lifestyle, make it a glowing experience.

That didn’t fit her needs at all. She needed a male she could dupe into lowering his guard. A younger male, one who would let lust overrule his Cyborg training and naturally cautious nature. At least, that was the plan.

“You are beautiful.” His voice low and gravelly, he crossed the space between them, stopping at the edge of the sleeping platform to shed his robe. His words were the formal greeting of a male summoned to lay with a breeder. “I am honored that you chose me to sire your offspring. I humbly hope my efforts bring success.”

Naked. Beneath the robe, he was completely, gloriously, naked. Thick ropes of muscle covered every inch of his body, sliding smoothly as he moved. Male. He was all male and a very mouthwatering one at that. It took an amazing effort on her part not to stare at his cock, curving hard and ready from the nest of curls at his groin.

Damn. She just might enjoy the part of her plan that required her to have sex with Jackson Firestorm.

Batting her lashes in what she hoped was an enticing gesture, she patted the sleeping platform beside her. “Come here.”

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Author Bio

 Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog who’s breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she had published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

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Her plan? Seduce the Cyborg, kidnap him and force him to help her escape. What could possibly go wrong?

Blurb:

Life in the Breeders Enclave on Terras Five was comfortable. Safe. Boring! Abigail wanted more than that. She wanted to explore the galaxy, have a career, enjoy all the freedoms that a human female took for granted. In order to do that she needed to get off -planet, and in order to accomplish that, she needed help. Male help.

She had a plan.

Jackson was flattered that the young female chose him to sire her offspring, and he was more than willing to play his part and to make sure she enjoyed the experience as much as he did. What he wasn’t prepared for being kidnapped at weapons point and forced to help the young breeder escape. Of course, he could have disarmed her and foiled her plan, but where’s the fun in that?

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Running from the Cyborg

 (Terras Five – Book Five)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

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Blurb:

She can run but she can’t hide from the sexy cyborg who has her in his sights.

Caitlyn: Gorgeous. Feisty. Human. A survivor in an unforgiving galaxy. Running from an enemy she can’t see for reasons she doesn’t understand. Whoever he is, he’s trying to kill her.

Jakob: Large. Mouthwateringly sexy. Loyal. Cyborg. Determined to find the female who seduced him, gave him a night he’d never forget, then disappeared before he woke. When he finally manages to catch up to her, he intends to do whatever it takes to keep her at his side.

Excerpt: (Caution – Adult Rated!)

She whirled to face Jakob, raising one hand to cover her mouth. Wouldn’t do to have him see how happy she was to be cornered by his big muscular self.

Jakob slid to a stop just inside the doorway and leaned casually against the metal frame. His eyes danced with a mixture of lust and mirth as he lifted one brow to study her. “Tag? Don’t you think I’ve wasted enough time chasing you back and forward across the galaxy? You want me to chase you around my ship as well?”

Caitlyn sauntered across the room, striving to look casual. “I don’t see why not. Don’t you think the prize is worth the effort?”

“The prize?” Jakob pushed himself off the wall, stalking toward her. “ I didn’t realize you were offering yourself up as a prize if I caught you. I would have put more effort into the chase had I known.” He reached her side and cupped the back of her head in one large hand, tilting it up so that he could gaze directly into her eyes.

“Umm…” She didn’t manage to get out more than that strangled exclamation before his mouth descended, scorching a kiss across her lips. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he stole her breath away, his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth with the intimate ease of a longtime lover. Damn, but he knew how to silence her with a single kiss.

He tasted good, so damn good she wanted more. Winding an arm around his neck, she drew his head down to her level.

His hands dropped to her ass, pulling her in close against him as the kiss deepened from sensual to demanding. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into her belly, and the knowledge that he wanted her that much fueled her own lust.

Damn! This was so not good.

She wanted him. Craved him, craved his touch. The timing sucked. She could not afford to be distracted from the need to survive.

Jakob swore softly, his hands going to her shirt. He fumbled with the closure for a long moment before grasping the edges in his hands and ripping the material right down the middle.

Her breasts spilled out into his waiting hands, and she whimpered as his rough palms swiped across the sensitive nipples. It felt good. So good. Too good

Surely a little dalliance while they were en route wouldn’t matter?

Cyborgs didn’t do forever, she reminded herself.

She seized the closure at the top of his flight suit, pulling it down with a quick jerk of her hand. The soft whir of the mechanism filled the room as the material parted. She slid her hand inside, palm flat against the tight muscles of his chest.

So hard. So male. So damn tempting.

She moved her hand lower, pushing the fabric out of her way. Lower. Across the hard planes of his abs. Down.

He shrugged, and the top of the flight suit fell away from his shoulders leaving him bare to the hips.

She gave the flight suit one last tug, and it pooled around his ankles.

His cock burst free, arcing proudly up from its nest of thick curls. Caitlyn wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft.

So thick. So long. It pulsed eagerly in her hand.

Dropping to her knees, she took him into her mouth and ran her tongue around the mushroom shaped head, savoring the musky male taste.

Jakob tangled his fingers in her hair and let out a low growl. “Damn, Caitlyn. You are enough to drive a cyborg insane. You know just what to do to make me forget how pissed off I am.”

Yeah. She really did. For just this tiny bit of time she felt totally in control, and it felt good. Great, actually.

She glided her head up and down his rigid shaft, enjoying the sounds of his arousal, the little groans and growls that slipped out of his lips.

She reached up to cup his balls, squeezing gently, tugging just a little, teasing him with her fingers.

Control. Yeah. When most of your life felt like a total mess, control was a drug she craved almost as much as she craved this big idiot.

“Enough.” His voice was hoarse, edgy with need as he pulled himself out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. His lips came down on hers, harsh and demanding.

She gave back as good as she got, her tongue darting between his parted lips to let him taste himself on her.

He grunted loudly and brought his hands up to push impatiently at the fabric of her pants. They skimmed down over her hips, and Caitlyn kicked them off and to the side.

Jakob slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her off her feet. She dangled helplessly in the air, her back scraping against the cold metal of the wall. He recaptured her mouth as he slowly lowered her onto his hard shaft.

Oh, sweet mother of the universe!

Caitlyn wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind him as he began to move his hips , using his cybernetic strength to hold her up off the ground as he thrust his cock deep.

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