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Slade Hunter's partner has been murdered. Team Desert Rogues, Adaven's E-Zone security force, wants justice. So does Symone Cutcheon. The victim was her brother. She's determined to work with Slade, despite his protests.
Symone is tough and can bring any man to his knees. What she doesn't expect is wanting Slade on his knees for sexual purposes. Though, with Slade's passion for control, she quickly learns the pleasures of submitting to a dominant male.
Involved in a plot more sinister than they expected, they are now fighting for their lives. Only complete trust and a deep love will save them.
A wonderful, well-written story. The plot is very compelling... The sex is smoking hot and includes a menage scene with a futuristic mechanical male as the third. Would I like one of those! - Laura Scott, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
The mechanical's eyes opened and he fluidly stepped forward. "Hey, beautiful." He gave her a quick wink.
"Lock," she greeted.
Slade couldn't help but be impressed. "He doesn't talk or move like a normal mechanical." It was a little disconcerting actually.
"He's a new model. Not yet released. I know one of the designers. He's letting me beta-test. The mechanical can change eye and hair color on demand, which is interesting. Like having more than one male at my service." She giggled. "Lately, I've liked the brown hair and green eyes. Seems to fit him best. He can even do accents."
"Hmm. How convenient, you knowing one of the designers." Nothing like having access to sexual perks, he supposed.
"Yes. I could never afford a model like this one myself."
"We have company," Lock said, shifting his gaze.
"Yes. This is Slade, Lock. We'll be doing a threesome this eve. You will do whatever Slade says."
As long as he kept in mind that Lock was a mechanical, maybe this wouldn't be half bad, Slade thought. Especially with Lock under his command. "Does he have any special skills I should know about?"
"Oh, yes. Lock, take off your short-pants."
Without hesitation, he slid them down and stepped out of them, leaving the garment pooled on the floor at his feet.
"Make your cock hard."
Before their eyes, his cock hardened a little at a time. That thing looked too damn real. Slade shifted uncomfortably. "Not as big as I am," he stated with a sudden smile. That made him feel better.
"Wait. Extend, Lock."
A small pop sounded. The head of his cock seemed to unlock and slowly lengthened.
A strangled croak escaped Slade's throat.
"Enough," Symone ordered, then looked over at him. "He can extend to almost twice his regular size."
"That's nothing. Do the twirl, Lock."
The head of his cock swiveled one way then the other, rotating back and forth.
Slade's mouth fell open. "Are you shitting me?" Rather than awe, disappointment hit him. How could he compete with that?
"It's an incredible feeling--physically. Without the emotion though, it still falls kind of flat after a while. He can only do and say what I program him to, basically, as far as any sex acts are concerned. So there's no spontaneity or surprise."
That perked him up. He had no reason to feel inferior to a mechanical. Lock couldn't love Symone. He could. His heart squeezed. Did he? His eyes met hers and something soft passed between them.
"Get on your stomach," he ordered, his voice suddenly scratchy. He cleared his throat. He'd examine his feelings later. "We're going to punish, then pleasure your body." He'd show her the best time she'd ever had.
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