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  “What I really want to know is how you feel about it. Are you interested?”

  “Interested?” He took a deep breath. “It is the greatest honor. I have wanted you for what feels like my entire life.”

  Now, we’re getting somewhere. “Then it’s settled. But I’m not sure how I’ll handle this later, since I’ve never done it before.” God, it was so easy to be open with him, knowing he wasn’t real. “So I’ll need you to be gone in the morning. I don’t want it to be all awkward.”

  “As you wish.” He stooped, scooping her into his arms.

  “Go, girl!” Jacey cheered.

  A few of the other girls whistled as she was lifted from the dance floor. Cadoc carried her with little to no effort, not even breathing deeply, though walking stiffly. She turned to wave at the girls.

  “Don’t squirm,” he growled, walking even stiffer.

  She giggled, pressing herself against him, mashing her breasts against him to wave over his shoulder as he walked away. She was actually proud when she noticed quite a few feminine eyes landing on his sexy bottom. They’d be shocked if they noticed the size of his erection.

  “Which way?” he asked, once they were at the door to the hallway.

  She pressed her handprint to the wall. The arrows lit along the hall showing a path to her rooms.

  “Follow the glow.”

  He strode quickly down the hall, up the elevator, and before she knew it, the lights were coming on in her suite.

  “I see you found a friend.” The voice of Jilly made her groan.

  “Jilly, go away.” She snapped.

  The computer giggled before turning off with a resounding click.

  “Don’t mind her, sexy,” she whispered into his ear. “That’s just Jilly. My computer.”

  He grunted, and then caught his breath when she sucked his earlobe. He blasted his way into her bedroom, and lights flooded the room.

  She slunk down his body to settle on her feet. “Oh. If I had known I was going to bring you home…” she bent to retrieve the clothing on the floor she’d discarded earlier.

  Her robotic lover looked horrified. “You should not have to pick up after yourself. Allow me.” He scooped up her pile of clothing quickly, while she was still in mid-squat. He shoved the outfit into the laundry chute in the wall.

  His eyes glowed. The pupils had elongated again, stretching into narrow slits.

  “I must get you undressed,” he said, stalking toward her.

  He was so large, so…she shivered. Dangerous.

  “Stop.”

  He obeyed without question.

  “Take off your cloak.”

  One imperious black brow raised, but that was it. He began to do as she requested. He tossed the black, hooded cloak onto a chair and then turned to wait for her instructions.

  “Boots.”

  His hard, muscular ass hit the chair as he removed the knee-high brown boots. The man was beautiful. Thick, defined calves as bronzed as the rest of him, beautiful feet. She wanted to lick him from head to toe.

  “You didn’t wear a shirt.”

  The man’s thick chest was a robot designer’s dream come true. She’d have to contact the company to see if they sold accompanying sex toys.

  “No. My tattoos.” He shrugged like that should tell her everything.

  His chest tapered to a narrow waist, but the multitude of tattoos of various weapons caught her eye. Every glorious inch of his tanned skin was adorned with them. There were various swords, a battle axe, a giant hammer, rope…they were beautiful and intricate. She wouldn’t mind tracing them with her tongue.

  “Pants.” Her voice shivered at the thought and she licked her lips at the excitement of what she was about to discover.

  The loose, tan fabric dropped immediately, and he kicked them aside.

  Sweet Goddess, he was huge. Fully erect, his massive shaft jutted upward with a large, broad mushroom-shaped crown. Liquid—shiny, wet liquid—touched the top, making her lick her lips. Shock and arousal both washed through her instantly.

  Naked, he was beautiful and graceful. His skin was tanned everywhere, without a line marring the solid bronze color. He may have had battle scars—probably built in for show—hidden underneath the gorgeous tattoos. His muscles added bulk to an already massive form, and showed unending strength. Every woman’s dream, a man devoted to protecting her. She could stand here and stare all day.

  And the sexual robot named Cadoc? He stood stock still, with glowing orange eyes, watching her intently, waiting for her next move.

  Reaching up behind her, Violet unzipped her dress slowly, the plastic sliding slowly in a soft buzz. The front of her dress loosened, and she shook it from her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist.

  The robot stood frozen, and she wondered for a moment if it shut itself down. But no, his beautiful tiger-eyes glowed softly. His pupils were long slits now, intently focused on her.

  She pushed the dress off the curve of her hips, and stepped out of the pool of fabric settled at her feet. She kicked off her heels.

  Cadoc started, like he was going to reach for her, but stopped when she reached behind her again. This time she unhooked the back of her bra.

  Her breasts spilled out of the black lace, and the wispy fabric was flung to the floor.

  Now she knew Cadoc hadn’t turned himself off. If anything, his erection may have hardened more. If he had been real, it might be painful. She cupped her breasts, watching his eyes as he stared at the pink pebbled nipples as they poked through her spread fingers.

  He released his breath on a deep exhale. “You are more beautiful than I imagined. And I’ve been dreaming of you a long time.”

  Oh, yeah, that programmer was right on the money.

  She released her heavy breasts to hook her thumbs into the strings of her black panties at her hips. She pulled them down the barest inch, close to baring her mons, and then raised them back up, watching for his reaction.

  The massive bulk of his body dropped to his knees. “Please.” One word, and it sounded agonized. A wealth of emotion based upon one word.

  His face was right there, lined up with the scent of her musk. Waiting, for the first glimpse of her pussy.

  She gave him what he wanted, pushing the flimsy fabric down her hips and over lean legs. His intense, orange eyes didn’t blink as he took in every movement, every roll of her hips, the way her knee raised and gave him a view of her private parts, the way she pulled the tiny string over a slender ankle and off her foot. He didn’t miss the way she kicked the panties off to be with the rest of her clothes and stood in front of him, in all her birthday glory.

  “Mine,” he muttered possessively, and yanked her toward him. His head lined up with her belly.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said, bending at the waist and pulling from him. The pupils of his eyes rounded as he seemed to lose his intense focus of her. “Slow down there, buddy.”

  He looked incredulous, but allowed himself to be brought up to his feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt so right, to hold him like this.

  Then his mouth was on hers and when she parted her lips, his tongue swept inside, claiming her in a deep, sexy kiss. His tongue stroked against hers, over and over, and a growling sound from deep inside his chest rumbled up and out. Her nipples hardened into pebbled peaks, and a long-forgotten ache blasted through her core.

  “You’re so sexy.” She tore her mouth away. “What is that accent you have?” Odd that an accent would be programmed, but for a long time, French had been programmed for Earth sex bots. It was all the rage a few years ago.

  “Docadian,” he muttered, and then all thought was torn from her as his hands returned to rove over her body. Heat rushed through her, in every spot his rough, calloused hands caressed. His eyes were heated pools of sultry pleasure, and he looked down into hers as his hips shifted, rubbing the massive erection against the softness of her belly.

  A trail of wet followed where the head of
his cock touched. It felt…amazing. His hand was large as it spread over the small of her back, and the tip of broad finger played along the edge of her crack, dangerous and erotic. His other hand grabbed the length of her hair and tugged back gently, stretching out her neck. He traced along her collarbone with a wet, wonderful tongue, and she sucked in a breath, her heart racing out of control.

  “I’ve waited my whole life for you.” His beautiful accent rolled across her skin.

  His hand left the silk of her hair to cup a breast, where he stroked and teased her nipple, leaving her gasping for air.

  Violet moaned, her eyes closing to savor the onslaught of emotions. She leaned into his caress, barely aware when he lifted her body, pressing her naked skin erotically against his, and carried her to the bed. He flung the covers back, and she barely had time to register the soft coolness of the sheets against her back before his hands returned to their pleasurable exploration. His big fingers traced through the seam of her pussy, and she could feel the silken trail of liquid he smeared in its wake.

  The amount of wetness should have embarrassed her, but it didn’t. It wasn’t like he was a real man, though he sure felt like it.

  His fingertip pressed against her core, and she raised her hips to thrust against him. He growled his pleasure at her wanton response.

  Then she felt a rush of coolness, of bereft emptiness, as his hand left her. But soon his huge body was right there, bending her spread legs at the knees, and forcing her to open up further with his broad shoulders between her thighs. She was splayed open, all her wetness and tender parts exposed. A zing of excitement shot through her as he reached out and held her open with two large fingers. He never paused, he bent his head and licked.

  Violet almost jumped through her skin at the sensation. His tongue was wide and flat, and, kind of rough. It felt amazing.

  He pushed against swollen flesh, sucking and licking wantonly. She squirmed against the heat of his mouth. A large finger pushed inside her pussy, curling inside her, and making her shout out at the simultaneous feelings. Her hips began to jerk in response to his rhythm, like she couldn’t help herself. And each wanton thrust released a bit more eroticism, until the lust was taking over her body.

  “Oh, please, baby, please, Cadoc, make me—“ Her voice ended on a high-pitched keen as barely restrained tension broke and flooded over her body like a broken dam. He held his mouth still, allowing her liquid to flow over his tongue as she came.

  She panted as he crawled back over her, his pupils larger than normal. His lip curled in a feral snarl before settling onto a nipple, sucking it into the heat of his mouth. His tongue swirled over the bud before sucking fiercely.

  It didn’t even feel like she came, she was so turned on. Definitely, he would be her bed partner for the remainder of the trip.

  “Rose,” he growled. His cock rested against the edge of her sex and it felt so good, it was all she could do not to bear down and swallow him whole. Then he thrusted slightly, pressing the broad, strangely rigid crown of his cock against her pussy.

  Her body hummed with excitement, the thought of being this close to having his length stroke inside her almost driving her over the brink.

  Then he lowered his head to hers, and his tongue immediately tangled with hers, rubbing against hers and then sucking. It was erotic as hell.

  His fingers curled on her hips, holding her still when she wanted was to raise her hips and slam into him, to feel him sink into her deep and fill every inch of her with that strange, beautiful cock.

  Violet wrapped her legs around his hips, opening herself up wide.

  Cadoc shivered, as if he couldn’t hold his control.

  She scooted forward the barest inch, and his cock crowned the very opening of her. Her breathing quickened. He tore his mouth away, arching his back and stretching his neck out, the tendons jutting out on the side of his neck.

  She reached out and licked a gorgeous tattoo. He stiffened, his eyes going wide. Apparently someone programmed pleasure reactors underneath his tats. She used her tongue to trace the sword along his bicep, and he growled before losing control and thrusting the entire length of his cock into her in one smooth motion.

  In an instant she was filled with pleasure. She gasped at the intrusion, but it felt so amazing. The thick, rigid crown of his cock rubbed deep inside and felt simply glorious.

  “Cadoc,” she moaned, clinging to him, barely aware that her nails left scratches in his shoulders. He felt different than human men. His cock was rigid and stiff, and stroked her deeply inside, rubbing against her swollen G-spot, hitting upon every imaginable nerve ending.

  But the slight pain from her nails seemed to spur him on. He slid out of her and stroked deeply again, his magnificent cock dragging through the swollen folds of her pussy.

  Her entire insides tightened and he growled beneath his breath. “So tight,” he muttered.

  He slammed into her, rougher this time, and she moaned with pleasure. Again and again, her body felt foreign, uncontrollable, as he stoked her fires, commanding her closer to the edge.

  When she exploded, her inner sheath gripped him to the point where he couldn’t move. With a shout, he orgasmed also, filling her with a deep, shooting warmth.

  That was different. Did they program sex bots to ejaculate nowadays?

  He nuzzled her neck, tender now.

  “Cadoc,” she murmured. His name rolled off her tongue.

  “Yes, my Rose.”

  She’d like to hear her real name from his lips. But how would she explain that one?

  “Will I see you tomorrow evening?” Her eyelids felt heavy with the sweet release.

  “Yes. I will find you no matter where you go. Sleep now, my sweet.”

  Chapter Four

  After slipping back into the dining room, Cadoc drifted into the foliage and pushed the black button on his steel wrist band. The button was situated between a red and green button, each had a use. The black was a beacon to bring him back to the ship. The red was only to be used in an emergency. Once pressed, Talpin immediately transported him back to the ship. When he emerged onto the main deck, his second was waiting.

  “Well?” Talpin asked.

  Cadoc went to the huge viewing screen to gaze across at the ship his desired was upon. There had been a sweet smile on her sleeping face when he left. The image remained in his mind. So did the exquisite texture of her silken hair between his hard hands, a warrior’s hands. It flowed over his calluses like the softest velvet.

  “There were many flowers there. All kinds. A dandelion was mentioned, I think. The table was farther away, but I thought that was a weed. She wasn’t necessarily not attractive.” He winced. Except for the atrocious hair color, which some men might find attractive. “The gathering wasn’t a delegation. The males were enticing the females, the females were receptive. Perhaps overmuch. A horned beast was given a hand job right at my table after dinner.” He refrained from mentioning it was his female that did the deed. He was as stunned as the others, and jealousy the likes of no other heated his veins still. One day, he’d have her in check. He’d keep her so busy in the sack, she’d never dare to touch another’s sexual organs.

  Cadoc went to the other ship prepared. Talpin had discovered a ship’s manual for passengers before sending him to the strange vessel. Cadoc had flipped through it in the foliage, protecting him from view. The manual needed only a touch of the fingertips to conform the written material into his dialogue. The rules were upfront, if not a bit nasty for his taste. Not that there was cruelty allowed, it was some of the species habits and needs that raised his eyebrows. No wonder reading what it entailed was important for all ship occupants.

  The information was valuable, but posed a problem. Rose—if that was her real name because it didn’t ring quite right—had broken a rule, unless she meant for the horned creature to think she was receptive. Since the being blew his load in public, there was no disputing she initiated the act. From her innocent reacti
on to the room’s stunned silence, Cadoc wondered if she’d read the manual. That would lead to trouble if she hadn’t. Either way, the horned devil—demon would try and claim her during the next meal and cite the rules of the manual.

  “A hand job? She pleasured him? Well, shit, can I come next time?” Talpin asked, eyes wide. A grin spread across his face.

  “You may need to. There’s bound to be trouble.”

  “Are the flowers in danger?”

  “One is.”

  “The Ambassador won’t like it if we bring a flower back. Remember what happened last time?”

  “I’m aware of what happened last time.” Cadoc snapped in anger. Sleep, he needed to sleep.

  Cadoc stormed to his room, his emotions high. The little flower was everything he wondered about. The females on his planet didn’t have sex merely for children, they loved to be pleasured. Cadoc became highly skilled the moment he was allowed, learning what each female desired and was a favorite. But their females were larger and to help them climax, a warrior needed to be rough. Not brutal—females were delicate creatures, but it took a skilled lover to discover their needs. Rose had almost no direction. For all her wanton behavior, there was innocence interspersed with passion.

  Flowers were beautiful and so were the females of his species, but there were differences. There were no soft rolled mounds of flesh on Rose that needed extra attention and worship. He could only ravish her breasts for so long before he thought to turn her delight into torture, though interestingly she seemed to enjoy what he did. Her firm ass was delectable, sweetly rounded and perfect for the palm of his hand. His fingers twitched to squeeze and caress.

  Cadoc fisted his hands as thoughts of their love-making fuelled his loins and fired his longing.

  She had licked his tattoos.

  No female had ever done that. Their genteel females were afraid of the weapons. Wanting her became everything, her wanting him became much, much more. Rose made him harder than any female he’d loved. Females must be loved. But the sensation of being with Rose confused him. His desire to protect bombarded all reasoning. Cadoc never knew how sensitive his tattoos were. He called them when in need. He was grateful the sword didn’t think she was attacking. The idea alone was frightening. Yet, he hoped to feel her smooth warm tongue on his body, everywhere.