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  Her breast pressed to his rib cage taunted him and his hand itched to cup that soft mound that rested there. He admitted that what he really wanted to do was roll over, pin her under him, and fuck her again. He couldn’t get enough of the little human and no other female had ever affected him that strongly.

  He had avoided growing attached to any female. He’d seen his friends join family units, the females controlling every aspect of their lives. The women scheduled when her males got to see her, right down to when she would have sex with them, and controlled their careers to help keep her males from being near her at the same time. As a male in a family unit contract he wouldn’t be permitted to touch other females. Even bots would be off limits to him, the females stating that it wasted precious sperm and lowered their count for breeding purposes.

  Ice enjoyed his freedom. He needed to be in control of his career, deciding when he would have sex, and scheduling visits to Folion whenever possible between missions they were assigned. Attachments to females were mistakes other males made, in his estimation, and now he felt things for a human. She’d said they were enemies and that statement was correct. He couldn’t trust her, didn’t even know her real reason for being with him or why she had come aboard the Rally, yet he refused to do the logical thing. That would have been to return her to the cargo hold, place her under arrest, and allow Gene to interrogate her until she gave up every secret she kept.

  Megan moved and he focused solely on her as her hand slid lower to his hipbone, her small fingers curving around it, and her thigh slid upward to rest against his balls. The soft glide of her skin against his sensitive sac had his cock twitching to life, blood rushing there, and the urge to roll her grew stronger.

  Disbelief welled inside him. So did frustration when he ordered his body to ignore his physical reactions to Megan, attempting to shut down the part of his brain that controlled his sexual desire, and it refused to be denied. His cock hardened instead of softening and lifted higher, pressing against the bedding, throbbing. He tried again, mentally ordering his body to shut down in that regard but his sex taunted him by continuing to ache for Megan’s body. It made it worse when her hand shifted a little lower, lightly pressing against the shaft.

  He locked his teeth together and lay there for a long time, too aware of her breathing, the way every breath pressed her breast against his chest and then eased. She tortured him with her pinky pressed to the side of his cock, only she wasn’t even aware of what she did to him. He wondered what type of flaw plagued him to make him act the way he had recently. Perhaps Onyx was correct in stating that he had become irrational. His control had slipped and so had his common sense. He had a weakness suddenly and her name was Megan.

  Ice discovered that when his sexual need eased, he found enjoyment in having a woman sleeping in his bed. He’d never had one share a sleeping cycle with him before. Sexual encounters with cyborg females were arranged, timed, and once the intercourse completed, they separated. That had always been the case since Ice had never joined a family unit. A yawn threatened that he stifled and he allowed his brain to totally shut down so he could sleep.

  * * * * *

  Megan woke up to darkness, confused for a moment, and then smiled as she remembered where that wonderful source of warmth came from. She slowly lifted her leg, cradled snug between Ice’s thighs, realizing that he’d stopped snoring, and regretted it when she turned over to face away from him. She hesitated and then wiggled so her ass and backside were still pressed firmly against his warm body.

  Ice suddenly rolled, faced her back, and his arm wrapped around her waist. She was stunned as he spooned her and became outright astonished when she realized Ice’s hard cock pressed against her. A grin curved her lips at the proof that cyborgs men got hard-ons when they slept, just the way human ones did.

  A large, hot hand moved and gripped her breast. Megan’s eyes flew open as Ice shifted his big body, grinding his cock against her ass. Desire flared inside her, even though she was still half asleep, and she lifted her thigh to make room for him. His cock ended up pressed against her pussy. She wiggled her ass again and the body behind hers suddenly tensed as the hand holding her breast squeezed.

  “Lights on,” Ice rumbled, his voice gruff. Harsh, strong lighting blinded Megan as the room brightened to full capacity. Before she could get her bearings, Ice released her, and rolled away. She thought she heard him utter a soft curse. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her vision to the bright lighting as she turned her head. She watched the naked backside of one sexy

  cyborg walk quickly across the room to the foam cleansing unit. It stunned her when he stepped inside without even glancing at her and hit the button. The wall rose, enclosing him.

  She sat up and yawned, having no idea how long she’d slept but knowing it had been a few hours at least. Her body was rested and obviously not exhausted still since she’d physically responded to a turned-on cyborg. She could hear the unit working as Ice foamed up to start his day.

  Do I get up and get dressed? Stay in bed the way a good bot would since he didn’t tell me to move? Damn, she thought, staying put, deciding a bot wouldn’t assume anything, just wait for orders.

  Minutes later the cleansing unit door lowered and a very naked and still aroused Ice stepped out. His blue gaze locked on Megan and her heart pounded in her chest when she recognized that look he gave her. He slowly approached her.

  “Get up,” he ordered. Megan forced her body to move and she stood next to the bed totally naked, staring up at Ice as he stopped just feet from her. Ice let his attention lower from her face down to her breasts. His tongue slid out between his full, sexy lips, and he wet his lower lip.

  “Turn around, face the bed, bend over, and grip the edge of the frame now to brace for me while I fuck you.” Her heart raced, knowing for sure what he would do to her. She was ready—she could feel the wetness between her thighs still, proof that her touching him and sleeping next to him had affected her the way it had him. His proof of passion pointed straight up and out, impressively standing at attention just for her. Megan slowly followed his orders, presenting him with her ass as she bent. Her fingers curled around the edge of the bed just as he’d demanded, her palms on the mattress to hold her weight up.

  “Spread your thighs wider apart.” She widened her stance by two feet and she could see between her own legs as Ice took a step closer, then surprised her when she saw him lower his body to crouch

  behind her, his weight resting on his bent legs. His hands gripped her inner thighs high and he gave her a little nudge so she spread her thighs wider by another foot. “You’re wet,” he whispered softly. Megan wished she could see his face but with the way he had her positioned she’d have to twist her waist to peer at him around her hip. She knew that was a no-no. She pretended to be a bot and she’d been given orders. She had no guess what he’d do to her but she really wanted to find out, certain it would involve pleasure. Every time Ice touched her he made her come.

  The large, warm hand curved around her thigh moved and his thumb brushed through the cream of her desire, rubbing through her slit to her clit, coating her more and teasing her. Her eyes closed and she licked her lips to wet them. Her breathing increased as he slowly rubbed back and forth. His other hand left her thigh and then curved around her ass cheek. He slowly rose and his thumb left her. Megan’s eyes flew open as his feet moved to the outside of hers and the hand on her ass curved around her hip. His cock brushed her as he used his free hand to adjust it and then he entered her pussy with one long, slow drive of his hips.

  “Yes,” he rasped. “If there’s sheer pleasure, feeling how damn tight and hot you are, how ready you are for me, this is it.”

  Megan couldn’t agree more as he seated his cock deep inside her body, her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate his thick shaft. He paused there for a moment, his hand on her hip tightening his hold, and then he started to move. He withdrew almost completely and then slid back in, keeping his pa