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  “They have personal androids?”

  “They belong to Jill, and she’s fond of them in an affectionate way. They aren’t just machines to her. That section of land belongs to them, and her androids grow food there. It gives them a purpose. Some of the agriculture teams are appreciative.”

  “Why? Do those androids help them work?”

  “Yes. One of the androids, named Rune, was an advanced prototype of a sex bot.”

  “Oh.”

  He surprised her by laughing. “It’s not what you might think. She refused to allow her body to be used for that purpose. She was designed to learn and evolve her own programming. One of the things she decided was that she hates to get dirty…and sex is messy.”

  Venice stared up at him. “What?”

  He grinned. “A few cyborgs approached her for sex. She threw them on their asses and told them to stay away from her. She’s a source of amusement to us. The teams enjoy watching her work her section of land because she strips naked, since she doesn’t wish to get her clothing soiled. We’ve had a large number of single, young cyborg males volunteer to work agriculture since she arrived on Garden. She won’t allow anyone to touch her but they enjoy seeing her tending to her plants, minus clothes.”

  Venice grinned. “That’s funny.”

  “It is.”

  “Was she there when you worked agriculture?”

  “No. I might have enjoyed it more if she had been. It can become boring and tedious.”

  A thought struck. “Is it safe for her?”

  “You mean will a cyborg attack Rune?”

  She nodded.

  “No. She’s not technically a sentient being but she’s more than just a droid. She has developed a personality and who knows what she will become in time. She’s continually learning and adapting. There are a few cyborgs who interact with her and study her daily. She’s intriguing.”

  “Is she dangerous? What if someone hits on her and she kills them?”

  “It won’t happen. She was designed with safety protocols. She grows fruit trees, as an example, but refuses to pick them when they are mature. She sees that as killing the fruit. The other androids do the harvesting. She will defend herself but doesn’t cause harm. After the first few attempts cyborgs made to seduce her, it was banned for them to try.”

  “And they will just follow that order?”

  “Yes. We respect our laws, and Rune is unique. She’s valued. No one would dare do anything to harm her progression as she develops into her full potential, whatever that may be.”

  Venice turned in his arms and hugged him around his waist. “I can see why you didn’t move. You’ve got the best views from your apartment, and the space is nice.”

  “Do you really like it?”

  “I do.” She glanced around. “It’s like four times the size of where I lived on Earth. My place could have fit into just your living room.”

  He surprised her by suddenly lowering his head and kissing her. “It feels more like a home with you here.”

  She released his waist and reached up, cupping his face and kissing him back. It was really sweet of him to say and it only reminded her that, once again, she wished he’d been the man she’d agreed to marry. It would have been wonderful if he’d been the real groom waiting for her on that station.

  Deviant opened his mouth to her when she ran the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. He lifted her right off her feet and carried her across the room to the bed, only putting her down when they reached it. He pulled his mouth away. “I want you.”

  She began to strip, hoping they wouldn’t be interrupted. She already missed the time they’d had together when no one had been aware of her existence. He tore at his uniform and boots. It made her laugh as they seemed to have a contest going on who could get naked first. Venice won, and stretched out on the bed, lying on her back. She crooked her finger at him to join her and he grinned, climbing on the bed.

  “We have plenty of room on this bed.”

  “I actually miss your bunk. It made sure we cuddled when we slept.”

  He pinned her under him. “I’m still going to hold you while we sleep. I enjoy having you curled up against me.”

  She spread her legs, making room for his hips to cradle between her thighs. “No clothes though.”

  He chuckled. “No clothing. You love skin-to-skin contact. I’m fond of it myself.”

  She slid her fingers into his hair, stroking the silky strands, and stared into the utter blueness of his eyes. “I just love touching you.”

  “And I love you touching me.” He lowered his mouth, taking possession of hers.

  They took their time, slowly exploring each other’s bodies. She ran her fingernails lightly down his back, along his spine, to the curve of his butt. She opened her hands and gave his cheeks a squeeze. He groaned against her mouth and broke the kiss, trailing his mouth lower down her chin, then to her throat.

  She didn’t complain as he slid his body down the bed and his hot mouth and tongue trailed to her breast. He was a fast learner, something she had already discovered, since he quickly had her arching her back and clutching at his shoulders.

  “I need you.” She hooked her legs around his, trying to pull him up her body.

  He released her breast and ran his mouth even lower. “Not yet. I love how you respond to me.”

  “I need you inside me.”

  “Patience.”

  “I have none,” she admitted.

  He placed kisses down her belly and scooted lower, using his hands to shove her legs wider apart. Venice moaned his name as he licked the inside of her thigh, inching closer to her pussy.

  “I still have a lot to learn,” he teased.

  “I think not.”

  She forgot how to talk when he focused on her clit, licking and gently sucking on the bundle of nerves. His mouth was hot, his tongue lapping in long, slow strokes. His unhurried pace drove her insane and she panted, moaning as he notched up her level of need to come. She rolled her hips but he used his hold to immobilize them. Deviant was going to kill her with pleasure.

  Deviant loved hearing Venice’s broken cries when she climaxed. He felt pride too. He’d heard it could be very difficult to manually stimulate a female’s sex drive, but no one had ever told him how stimulating it could be for the male. His dick ached from how stiff it had become, the desire to be inside her so intense it had become near painful.

  He climbed up her body, hooked one of her knees over his arm, and pinned her open as he glanced down, watching as he entered her. She was wet and hot, felt amazing as he drove inside her tight confines. She grabbed at his biceps, digging her fingernails in but not enough to hurt. It felt fantastic. Everything about Venice did.

  He lowered his upper body on top of her chest, smashing her breasts in the processes but remembering to brace one arm to keep most of his weight from crushing her. He loved being pressed so tight against her skin, having her under him as he rode her. Venice moaned and opened her eyes, staring into his gaze.

  She belonged to him. He almost came from the knowledge that he would be the only one to ever see her beauty in the throes of passion. He loved it when she wrapped her other leg high on his waist and it gave him easier access to drive himself into her pussy. Her eyes closed and she threw her head back, his name on her lips.

  He moved faster, riding her harder. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock tighter and tighter, until he lost the ability to hold back. Ecstasy struck and he gasped her name as his seed released into her body. He kept moving though, until she came too. Then he finally stilled, their bodies locked together.

  He released her leg and placed kisses on her throat when she turned her head to the side, panting. He licked at the fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. The slightly salty taste was pleasant. Everything about Venice intrigued him. He just couldn’t get enough.

  She eased her hold on his arms and caressed him. Her touch made him shiver in the best way. She bumped