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second-not-so-wonder. She’d been sure that first time had been a fluke, hoping the

reason was that he hadn’t had sex in a while, but then he’d done the same thing the next

four times. There hadn’t been a sixth time. She’d dropped him and then she’d gotten the

higher-paying programming job on
Folion
.

“Follow me,” Ice ordered. He spun on his black-booted foot and walked toward the

cargo door exit.

Megan stayed hot on his heels but tried to not appear too eager. She had to

remember to pretend be a bot. She pushed back any qualms she had over fooling the

guy. If he were dumb enough to believe it, she was smart enough to take advantage of

it. The guy rated on the total hottie scale in her book and after listening to Clara, with

her endlessly annoying conversations, the chance of listening to tall, metallic gray, and

sexy sounded heavenly.

She glanced around as she followed him through a few corridors, identifying the

vessel as an Earth jumper shuttle—a big one—and that surprised her. It wasn’t old so

somehow the cyborgs had acquired it. Since they weren’t on good terms with Earth

Government, she had a sinking suspicion they’d stolen it and that made her a little

afraid. They were thieves, which didn’t bode well for having high moral character.

She bit back a snort.
Like I can talk. I’m pretending to be a bot so I can have sex with a guy

I’ve been spying on for months.
She pushed those thoughts back.
After four months of

absolute solitude anyone would be a little nuts so she figured she could chalk her wild

plan up to temporary insanity later. Ice paused by a door and placed his big hand on

the scanner on the wall next to it. It read his palm and the door opened. He paused,

glancing over his shoulder, and then stepped inside.

Her gaze jerked around the room in a fast sweep. Bots wouldn’t care what his

personal tastes were but curiosity overrode common sense. The size of the room

reminded her of a walk-in closet with a bed, a wall of storage, and a foam cleansing unit

shoved into the corner. Even so, her quarters on
Folion
were even smaller in

comparison. Her gaze lifted to find Ice watching her with a frown.

Shit. Caught
. She forced a smile. “My polite response is that you have a nice home,”

she stated quickly, hoping that would cover her error by misleading him into thinking it

was a programmed function.

“It’s not a home. It’s my living quarters.”

“Information filed.” She kept her smile in place.

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He backed up a little, not that he had much space to move, and openly studied her

body. “You’re not as tidy as the other bots. You actually don’t appear anything similar

to them and there’s something about you…” Suspicion flashed in his eyes.

She guessed that was his polite version of stating that she appeared messy. She’d

run for her life through
Folion
to get to his ship so she knew she didn’t look her best.

The way he studied her had her about to break into a sweat again.
Is he wising up?
She

thought fast, spun around to face the foam cleaning unit, really wanting one anyway,

and stepped inside, purposely leaving her clothes on. She reached for the button to lift

the doors to activate it.

“Wait!” He took a few quick steps forward. “You’re still dressed.”

She looked down, making a show of peering at her clothes. She lifted her chin. “Am

I supposed to remove them first?” If that didn’t cry “stupid bot” to the guy, she didn’t

know what would.

“Yes.” He gave a nod and then hesitated before his hands lifted. “Let me help you.”

She kept her gaze down and stepped over the edge of the foam unit and back onto

the floor of his room. She lifted her arms the way a child would, her heart racing. He

could totally help her get naked.

“What are you doing?”

Her chin rose. “I am waiting for you to undress me. The shirt lifts over my head.”

Big hands hovered for seconds and then he gripped her shirt, tugging it up her

body. The bra threw him a little, a frown curving his lips. Megan cursed silently,

forgetting she wore one when bots didn’t. She turned to present her back to him.

“I am fully outfitted to be human.”

He hesitated but then his fingers brushed her mid back as he unclasped the bra. She

turned, wiggled her shoulders, and the bra dropped. The straps slid down her arms and

it landed on her feet. She looked up to see Ice’s attention fixed on her breasts. Her

nipples puckered from the cooler air.

“Damn.” His hand rose quickly and his thumb brushed over her stiffened flesh.

“You have reactive nipples? That’s amazing.”

She had to clench her teeth to not gasp in surprise as he played with her. His other

hand rose to her other breast. He pinched that one between his thumb and forefinger,

shooting pleasure straight to her brain. She didn’t mean to but she arched her back a

little to push them more firmly into his hands. His gaze lifted to stare at her while his

hands froze.

“You have expressions too?”

Shit!
She realized she couldn’t hide everything. “Yes.”

He lowered his gaze, both hands cupping her breasts. He gave them a gentle

squeeze, feeling them, weighing them in his palms, and rubbing her sensitive skin

again. The wonderful sensation made Megan’s body react full force. Butterflies fluttered

around inside her stomach and she grew wet between her thighs over what he did to

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her with his fingers. It had been a long time since she’d had someone touch her and the

guy was total eye candy with his beautiful eyes, gorgeous, burnished metallic-gray skin,

and his body to die for.

Bad choice of words to describe him
, she reminded herself. If he discovered her to be

human, he might have to kill her to protect his secret existence. He released her breasts

and his gaze met hers.

“That’s amazing. You feel almost real.”

Almost?
Oh yeah, he is total eye candy but not the brightest sugar treat in the bowl.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

“They made you a little cooler though, in temperature. The other bots feel a bit

warmer and they made your breasts a little too soft and small. I like more firmness and

more filling my hand.”

She debated if she could get away with smacking him upside the head. She fought

the temptation, guessing that blaming a glitch that made her robotic arm jerk

uncontrollably wouldn’t be believable. She resisted the urge and locked her teeth

together instead and pushed back her irritation.

He suddenly dropped to his knees and she held her breath. He was tall even when

kneeling, his face level with her breasts. He stared at them before he reached for the

waist of her pants, gripped them, and just jerked them down her legs. He paused and

then looked up.

“Not fully outfitted. They forgot to put underwear on you.”

She swallowed. “I’ll make a note.”

He looked away from her and tugged her pants down completely to her ankles. She

had to lift each foot for him to remove them, happy to not have shoes. She stood naked

before the cyborg as he tossed her pants to the floor. His arresting blue gaze swept up

her body again.

“Now you can use the foam cleanser. Do you know how?”

“Yes.”

He backed away on his knees. “Do it then and hurry up.” He slowly rose to his feet.

“I’ll get undressed while you get clean. I wouldn’t want a dirty bot in my bed.”

She spun around before he saw her anger. “I’m not a bot,” she managed to say in a

cool voice. “I’m a simulated human prototype.”

She stepped into the small foam cleanser, turned, and met his amused expression.

She froze for a second, wondering what caused that emotion and then she forced her

arm to lift, push the button, and the wall came up from the floor to hide her from his

view. Her shoulders hunched as she leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath,

thinking,
This isn’t going to be easy.
She activated the foam and closed her eyes.

Her body was turned on even though Ice had pissed her off. He’d insulted her

breasts. She opened her eyes when the cleaning foam that covered her body started to

melt, turning to water that slid down her body to the drain in the floor. She examined

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her girls.
Okay, they aren’t perfect the way a bot’s artificial ones are but for a real woman, they

aren’t bad.
She shook her head and then took some deep breaths.

She figured she could totally play this off if she just didn’t talk to the guy. Four

solid days of sex was so tempting. He liked to play with bots before he used them so

that should turn her on enough to be ready for him to take her. She worked up her

courage, knowing that he would grow impatient if she didn’t hurry, and put on her

game face, hiding her emotions as she pushed the button. The wall slid down and she

had to resist the urge to gasp as she stared at the very naked backside of one big,

muscular cyborg.

Ice had the best body ever. She already knew that from seeing him on a screen but

nine inches of monitor view through a flat glass panel on a control terminal didn’t do

him justice. In real person, his bare skin was a soft, steel-gray color all over and his

rounded, firm ass was a bit beefy, just the way she loved. He turned to face her.

She couldn’t look away from the front of him. He had no pubic hair but that wasn’t

what held her attention. His cock strained straight out, rock hard, and a darker shade of

gray than the rest of his skin. He appeared larger in person than he had through the

grainy camera lens.
Folion
hadn’t had the best viewing equipment on board, cameras

not high on their budget expenses but more of an afterthought.

“What do I call you?”

His voice drew her focus from his impressive cock up to his face. She had to

swallow the lump of uncertainty that lodged in her throat. “Megan.”

Eyebrows rose. “Seriously?”

If he weren’t so damn hot she’d absolutely have to smack him, she decided.

“Megan, unit prototype one,” she lied, in hopes that would pacify him. The bots had

numbers. “I’m a simulated human―”

He cut her off. “Silence.”

She closed her mouth. She started to change her mind about wanting to have sex

with him as he advanced slowly toward her since he acted a little rude. He didn’t have

far to go before he stood in front of her. A hand shot out and he gripped her wrist,

turned, and gave her a tug. She stumbled a little, stunned at his actions, and then found

herself standing next to his bed. He released her wrist and grabbed her hips. She did

gasp as he spun her to face the bed.

One hand remained, gripping the curve of her hip while his other hand suddenly

grabbed the back of her neck, wrapping around her wet hair and curving there. He

pushed her forward, bending her over in front of him. Her hands shot out to flatten on

the mattress. She experienced a jolt of fear as he held her that way and she saw his feet

spread apart behind hers. His cock suddenly tabled on the curve of her ass—hard,

heavy, and hot. Her entire body tensed.

“You’re short,” he said softly. “So, should I just fuck you right off?”

He wasn’t hurting her but he held her firmly by the back of her neck and her hip,

securing her in place. He had never acted that aggressive with the bots. Those he’d

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directed to get on the bed while he explored their bodies with his mouth and hands. He

was a big bastard and if he just entered her, he’d hurt her. She was turned on but not

enough for that kind of immediate action.

“I’m thinking I should take you really fast and hard.”

He’d really hurt her if he did that because she hadn’t had sex in a while. He moved

his hips, rubbing the front of his thighs against the back of her legs, sliding his cock

along her back and down the crack of her ass. He moved slowly, rubbing against her,

and Megan had to fight the urge to struggle. Her heart pounded and her fingers clawed

the bedding as she clenched her teeth, tightly clamping her lips together. No matter

what, she knew she couldn’t make a sound if he hurt her since bots didn’t experience

pain.

“What do you think?”

Fear kept her from forming a verbal response.

“Hmmm.” He froze and stopped rubbing against her body. “I have a better idea.”

His hand released her neck. “I want you to roll over and spread those thighs high and

wide open for me. I like to play with my toys before I ride them.”

Her mouth parted and she took a shaky breath, relief pouring through her. He

released her hip. “Do it now. On your back, legs up and spread wide for me, and close

your eyes. I don’t want to be looked at while I play.”

Megan managed to move.
What the hell have I done? What did I get myself into? I never

should have done this. Maybe I should just tell him the truth…and what if he kills me?
That

thought left her silent as she inched onto his bed and rolled over, closing her eyes to

hide her fear from him, and thankful he’d ordered her to do it.

His bed was soft and comfortable as she stretched on her back and blindly lifted her