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  She licked her own mouth, her knees weak and stomach knotted with arousal. Her body had no problems with the man on his knees before her. If only her stupid brain would cease its endless musings.

  She stepped away from him. His prick had filled the front of his briefs, at least she could see that. His cheeks had flushed, too, as well as the smooth column of his throat.

  “Take off your briefs.” She’d tried to sound confidant, but it came out sounding like a plea.

  Jarden stood, up and up, and thumbed his toss-aways down muscular thighs. He stepped out of them and stood in front of her, his hips pushed slightly forward. His penis thickened, getting straighter as she watched, but he didn’t touch himself.

  He was waiting for her to tell him what to do.

  “What do you think about to get yourself hard?” The question slipped out before she knew it, and, once spoken, it was too late to take it back.

  If he’d smiled, she would have sent him from the room at once, but Jarden only licked his mouth again. “Tasting you got me hard, miss.”

  “Do I…taste good?” Oh, the question was difficult to say, but impossible not to ask.

  Jarden nodded. His fingers flexed, as though he meant to touch his cock, but he kept his hands at his sides. Waiting for permission, she realized, and the thought sent bolts of pleasure straight to her clit.

  Her fingers went to the stick-seam at her throat. She eased it apart, micron by micron, and folded open the flimsy material. The cool air drifted across her breasts, peaking her nipples into tighter, throbbing points. Between her legs, she was a furnace. Each time she shifted, Milla could feel the slickness coating her there. Could feel the swollen folds of her pussy and the hard bump of her clitoris under which her heartbeat pulsed.

  Jarden’s gaze took her in from face to feet. His eyes lingered on her breasts and between her legs, but when he looked up again, he looked into her eyes. His mouth parted and his tongue crept out again to touch the middle of his bottom lip.

  “Do you like what you do?” Her voice rasped, but Jarden didn’t seem to have trouble understanding her. He nodded. His hips pushed forward just a bit more.

  “I love it,” he said, and she believed him.

  For that moment, anyway, she allowed herself to believe him. She took a step back, toward the bed. She shrugged off her toss-away and left it on the floor without a second glance. She lay on the bed and motioned to Jared, who moved toward her with swift grace.

  He covered her body with his and sought the sensitive skin of her throat again. Her legs were already opening for him, her hands reaching between them to guide his prick inside her. When Jarden pushed his cock into her, Milla groaned and lifted her hips to ease the angle. He slid in all the way to his balls in one, smooth thrust.

  “Fuck me,” Milla said. “Hard.”

  Jarden shuddered against her neck. His mouth worked. “Anything you want.”

  Her hands found his muscled ass and held tight. “I want it. Right now. Fuck me until I scream, Jarden.”

  She should have felt silly saying it, but the words tasted right. They fit. She did want to scream, she wanted to come, she wanted him to fuck her so hard she saw stars.

  Jarden moved. His hips pumped. The first few thrusts were ragged, but smoothed quickly. Another thrust, and he reached beneath Milla’s ass to lift and shift her so their bodies aligned in a slightly different position. Now his pelvis hit her clit with every thrust.

  “Perfect,” Milla gasped.

  “Fuck,” Jared muttered against her ear. “You’re so wet.”

  He sounded a little surprised, but she couldn’t focus on that. Milla could only concentrate on the way his cock filled her, the way his body pressed her clit with each movement. The pressure of his teeth on her shoulder. She tensed, waiting for the bite, but it didn’t come, until she whispered hoarsely, “Yes. Do it.”

  The pain when he bit her was slight and only made the pleasure greater. Jared licked the spot he’d bitten the moment before. Then he fastened his mouth to the side of her neck and his tongue swept her skin the same way he’d used it to lick her clit.

  Milla cried out. She closed her eyes, waiting for the stars, but saw only blackness. Her nails raked down Jarden’s back as she hooked her heels around the backs of his upper thighs and pushed against his ass, harder. Faster.

  “Harder,” she demanded, and he obliged.

  Milla tensed as her climax built but didn’t crash over her. She strained for it, reaching for the elusive pleasure with every muscle. She moaned, arching.

  “Anything,” Jarden breathed, a reminder.

  She didn’t know what to ask for, how to articulate what her body needed. She hovered on the edge of coming, but couldn’t quite get there. She let out a small, sobbing breath of frustration. Flames of desire licked her every nerve, but it wasn’t enough.

  It was never enough.

  Even here with a man she paid to do whatever she wanted, she couldn’t come.

  Jarden’s thrusts slowed, ragged again. He paused, finally, resting on his forearms and lifting his head to look at her. Milla looked away, refusing to give him her eyes. Jarden moved inside her, but not even the Arous-All could keep her from going cold.

  “Miss?”

  “Finish.” She forced the sound of disdain. “I’m getting bored.”

  Jarden stopped moving inside her. She looked at him then. “I said, finish. I want to be done.”

  He gave a minute shake of his head. “You’re not finished, miss.”

  Shame sent bile lurching to her throat. She was a failure. Again. Always. She pushed at his chest. “Get off me.”

  He didn’t. So much for giving her anything she wanted. Jarden pushed inside her a little deeper and stayed there, but Milla unhooked her heels from behind his thighs and gave him no encouragement to move.

  “You didn’t come,” Jarden told her. He licked his mouth again. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to get off me,” Milla said putting as much chill in her voice as she could. “Now.”

  Jarden withdrew. The air in the cabin had been refreshingly cool earlier, but now felt too cold. Naked, Milla shivered. She drew herself up to sit against the headboard as soon as Jarden withdrew. She curled her arms around her knees.

  “You can go,” she said. “I’ll use my extra cred-time with someone else.”

  She didn’t miss Jarden’s blink or the way his mouth thinned, but he turned from her in a moment, so all she could see was the line of his back and shoulders.

  “I’m sorry you weren’t satisfied,” he said, but didn’t sound sorry. He sounded annoyed.

  She hadn’t been able to forget he was a man, a person, not a ’bot, but the tone of his voice reminded her even more why she’d wanted to fuck a thing made of plastic and metal instead of flesh and bone.

  “Just get out,” she told him.

  Jarden nodded and stood. He bent to retrieve his toss-away briefs, but the simple fabric had already begun to disintegrate. He tossed them down the disposal chute.

  He lifted a hand to open the cabin door, giving her time to realize, with some surprise, he intended to leave without even dialing for a new toss-away, when the cabin shuddered. The lights flickered and went black for a micron, then came back on. The cabin shuddered again, so hard the small plaz-glass ornamental dildo on the nightstand fell over.

  Jarden put a hand on the wall. It wasn’t the cabin rocking, but the entire ship. Milla cried out as the room shook again. When it stopped, even the infinitesimal shiver she felt in the pit of her belly when the cruiser was in motion had ceased.

  “What was that?” she asked, hating the thin waver in her voice.

  “I don’t know.” Jarden passed his palm over the hand panel, but the door didn’t open.

  “Attention, all passengers,” said a pleasant female voice over the intercom system. “Attention. Pleasure Princess Cruises apologizes for the inconvenience, but we’ve run into some complications. For the safety of our p