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  He rubbed her hand with his fingers, gently exploring it. “I’d rather just have sex.” His cheeks darkened as she watched, embarrassment the obvious cause. “I’m really impatient to have this experience. I’ve spent a lot of years imagining it.”

  Indecision sparked in her mind, not sure how to go about getting what she needed from him. He might balk if she uttered the truth. He’d come to get laid, not to be burdened with someone who was in deep shit. But she desperately needed his help.

  Maybe he’ll agree if I show him what he could have.

  That thought left her feeling more nervous, but he was sexy, as desperate as her, and they were both in a position to offer the other something. She’d spent over a month mentally preparing to sleep with the stranger she had proxy-married. Different guy but you expected this. Just do it!

  She wasn’t willing to straddle and ride him. Her body wasn’t turned on enough, since fear was kind of a killer on her sex drive. The idea of him refusing what she wanted to propose was terrifying. Darbis’s men would drag her back to his office and her life would turn hellish as soon as he sold her to the first customer—and it wouldn’t be a blushing virgin. The customers would be pirates, or whatever other freaks could afford to pay for a breathing woman this far out in space.

  It was a strong motivator to get down and dirty with the cyborg.

  “Stretch out more and put your hands over your head.”

  He arched his eyebrows. “I don’t know much but I think that’s my line.”

  She nearly smiled, instantly more at ease, considering he had a sense of humor. It made her like him. “You wish to learn, correct? You’ve never done this before.” She kept her voice calm despite her hammering heart. It could turn ugly fast if he didn’t do what she wanted, and instead decided to pin her flat to do whatever he wanted. “You won’t last long the first time.”

  His cheeks darkened again but she wasn’t sure if it was a blush or if it was from anger. His tone clued her in though, and she relaxed.

  “I have stamina but you might be accurate. I’ve heard from my friends that it feels really good.”

  He shifted his body to lay flat and reached up. He used his palms to cushion the back of his head and continued to watch her. His intense gaze narrowed and his chest rose and fell a little faster as his breathing increased with excitement.

  “What next?”

  Oh boy, she inwardly muttered. She’d never touched a stranger before, but then, she’d never found herself off Earth and trying to avoid becoming a whore, either. The cyborg had admitted to his father that other women didn’t want him, but she found him attractive. He could protect her and get her off the station.

  She wet her lips and she hoped he didn’t notice that her hands trembled a little when she reached for his leather-like underwear. Her focus left his beautiful stare to study them.

  “They unfasten on the side.” He definitely breathed faster and his cock strained more against the material.

  She found the hidden clasps and released one side. His cock broke free, rose straight to point upward, and she tried to smother a gasp. It was thick, long, the color a shade darker than his skin. He’d also been circumcised. No hair covered his lower abdomen or the apex of his thighs. He was completely hairless in that region.

  Venice’s hands shook more as she unfastened the other side of his strange underwear and let it fall to the bed. She licked her lips again. This isn’t going to be easy. She studied his girth. It had been too many years since she’d had a lover but she hoped she hadn’t forgotten the basics.

  “Are you functioning properly?” His muscles tensed as he began to sit up.

  She shot her hand out to flatten it on his lower belly, the muscles rock hard under his hot skin. She gave a sharp nod. “I am appreciating the sight.” And trying not to freak the hell out because you’re huge.

  “You can skip that part.” He relaxed. “My ego is fine but thank you.”

  It should be. Most guys would whip that bad boy out at parties just to make other men feel penis envy. And they would.

  She schooled her thoughts and caressed his belly by trailing her hand lower.

  His cock twitched and he softly groaned. “That feels wonderful.”

  She hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

  “Your hand is so soft and unlike my own.”

  That provided a mental image of him masturbating, which helped her libido flare to life. She’d bet her only pair of shoes that it would be a sexy sight to watch him touch himself. She traced his upper thigh with her fingertips and he shifted a little on the bed, spreading his legs farther apart.

  “I like this. I don’t need to be turned-on more. I’m ready to go.”

  She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and his body jerked. A deep rumbling sound came from his throat. She glanced up to see his eyes squeezed closed as he bit his lower lip for a second.

  “Fuck. I’m not going to last. I know it. I’m ready to come. Thank the stars you aren’t a real female. I’d be humiliated.”

  If only you knew. She wet her lips again, glad he wasn’t watching her, and leaned over him enough for her hair to spill across his hip. She didn’t give him time to realize what she was going to do as she opened her mouth wide, hoped her teeth fit around him, and thanked her lucky stars that he was so attractive she actually wanted to do the deed.

  Her tongue touched the crown of his cock where fluid glistened and surprise registered at the sweet taste. She licked him again as he moaned louder. It hid her gasp. He tasted kind of like maple syrup, an expensive Earth treat most people could only afford to buy for special-occasion breakfasts. He certainly wasn’t human, and she was really glad for it as more of the taste coated her tongue. She sealed her lips around him, swirled her tongue, and took him deeper.

  The bed moved and she lifted her gaze enough to see his hands grab at the bedding, fisting it, but he kept his hips locked down. She was grateful for that, or he’d likely choke her with the long length of his cock. Her hand gripped his shaft tighter, and she stroked him as she moved her mouth up and down, sucking and licking.

  “Fuck,” he rasped. “That’s…amazing. Don’t stop!”

  She moved faster, could feel how steely rigid his cock grew, and the only warning he gave was crying out as he started to come. More of the sweet taste filled her mouth. She swallowed it down and slowed her mouth as she milked him.

  His body shook, the bed with him, since he was so big. She finally eased off to lift her head. A sense of power hit her as she studied the sated, sexy cyborg. His eyes were closed as he panted. His hands still clawed the covers but he’d relaxed his death grip on them. A slow smile curved his generous mouth.

  “Thank you,” he rasped, and his eyes opened to stare at her. “You need to teach me how to please a woman orally, now that I know how wonderful it is to be the receiver of such enjoyment.”

  Temptation was there to strip out of her clothes and give him step-by-step instructions on how to make her scream his name. She presumed he’d be eager to learn, was smart enough to get it right, but he’d know she wasn’t artificial if she allowed it. He might be a virgin, but he was too clever not to pick up any clues if the experience would be as mind-blowing as she suspected.

  He sat up slowly as she released his cock, which was still mostly hard. He gave her a smile. It made him go from handsome to devastating. She took a seat next to him.

  “Remove your clothes, stretch out on your back, and spread your thighs apart.”

  He gave her direct orders, his voice full of authority, and a sex bot would do it instantly. She hesitated and his smile faded.

  “Are you having a problem with your audio sensors?”

  She cleared her throat and took a breath, backing up more. “I need you to remain calm.”

  His gaze jerked to the door and concern tensed his features. “Was an alarm triggered? Has someone entered this section?” He rose to his feet in one fluid motion and grabbed something from his dis