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T-shirt rose and the
heat of his palm skimmed across her exposed skin, she clutched at his polo
shirt, crying out against his mouth.
    She didn’t know what had come over her.
Maybe it was her wounded pride or maybe it was android magic, but with one jerk
she had his shirt dislodged from his jeans, an action that surprised both of
them, abruptly ending their caress.
    Heavy-lidded, she looked at him, sliding
her tongue over her lips, stroking where his taste lingered. He stared back at
her. The exchange between them was silent but fiery.
    Something inside her shattered.
    They both moved at once.
    Before she knew was happening, his shirt
slid over tanned and sinewy muscles. Did she take his shirt off or had he?
There was no time to think, only to feel, as his seeking hands brushed over her
lace-covered breasts, sending tingles through their hardened tips.
    Gia’s mouth parted on a gasp. She arched into
his touch, wanting—no needing more. “Marc.” His name was a mere whisper.
    “Mmmm. I like it when you say my name.” He
smiled against her lips before smoothing a path of hot, moist kisses down her
neck and along the edge of the scooped neckline of her T-shirt. Warm breath
washed across the wetness, titillating her skin and making her crave more. Much
more.
    “I want you. Here. Now.” The gravelly
texture in his tone almost made her forget where they were, but a sudden bump
in the road that bounced them against the seat reminded her.
    “In the car?” she squeaked and then
released a nervous giggle. Car sex was one thing she had never tried. It was
undignified. Two bodies twisting and turning in such small confines. How could
that be fun or fulfilling, with a driver not more than three feet away? And
Marc wasn’t even human.
    The front clasp of her strapless bra
snapped, falling open and spilling her needy breasts into his open palms. When
his fingers closed around her mounds, the heat in the cabin soared. Tiny flames
of desire licked across her skin.
    Breathlessly, she threw back her head. “I
don’t know if I can do this.” Then again, she didn’t know if she could stop.
Everything inside her screamed that her shocking behavior was a result of
Doug’s betrayal, of her need to wash his memory from her mind.
    Sinful fingers rolling her sensitive
nipples were quickly erasing any preconceived notions she might have had about
getting it on in a car, with an android. When he exerted pressure on her
sensitive nubs, pinched, the sweetest ache burst through her breasts. Rays of
hot sensation radiating through her globes headed south, fast and furious.
    Her stomach bunched. She gasped as shock
waves vibrated through her core, releasing another flood of moisture. “Oh my
god.” She squirmed, trying to assuage the throb between her thighs.
    How could a robot raise such a reaction in
her?
    Gia lost her train of thought as Marc
pushed her T-shirt up over her breasts and captured a nipple in his hot, wet
mouth. A resonating moan pushed from her lips. Flattening his tongue against
the peak, he licked and circled it before sucking—long, hard pulls that she
felt clear to her pussy. When his teeth skimmed across the tender flesh, she
threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close.
    A tug at her jeans and the automatic
fastener at her waist undid the button as her zipper made a whisking sound with
its descent. She should stop him. Then again, he was an android. There would be
no legal or emotional ramifications, no possibility of conception. Besides she
was on birth control. With modern medicine, venereal diseases were a thing of
the past. It would just be sex. Without a second thought she toed off her
shoes.
    “Yes,” she hissed.
    In less than a heartbeat, she found herself
wearing nothing but the T-shirt that rasped against her aching breasts. Boldly,
or was it foolishly, she threw a leg over him, one knee on each side of his
hips.
    Male satisfaction gleamed up at her. “Tell
me what you want.”
    Her hands shook