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that damn smile of his just grew deeper. He threw his sodden shirt on the table and stepped right between her legs. Perched on the edge of the chair as she was, she had to look a long way up to see his expression, when all she really wanted to do was lick away those enticing drops of moisture still clinging to his abs.
    Before she could give in to temptation he buried his hands in her hair and gave a gentle tug. She barely suppressed her moan of pleasure. He gave her no choice but to look up at her and excitement fizzed through her veins at the determined expression on his face.
    “Brian is the closest thing to a father I will ever have. He has made and remade me countless times. I’ve been with him every step of the way. It has been his dream for years to create a sentient, feeling Man-Droid, but Brian is no fool. The world at large is not ready for that, so I’m the only one who actually has an emotion chip.”
    He gentled his hold on her hair and ran his index finger along her jaw. She closed her eyes against the myriad of sensations that gently abrasive movement aroused. This was ridiculous. Everything about him turned her on, yet he didn’t act on that attraction. It was starting to drive her insane.
    “So, where do we go from here?” She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice. Elliot went down on his haunches until he was eye level with her, and his sinful grin proved her undoing.
    “I believe you were going to tell me why that Samantha annoys you so much, before we had our first row.” He smirked and rocked back a bit, giving her much-needed breathing space. “Come to think of it, I’ve never rowed with a human in my existence. What a novel experience. I believe the correct human response now, would be makeup sex.”
    He winked at her and Beth suppressed a giggle, even as her pussy screamed, God, yes!
    She ignored her greedy cunt, however, and latched onto the lifeline he had offered.
    “Yes, well, I guess you’re right—” He pounced on her in an instant, his firm mouth crashing on hers and cutting her off mid-sentence. When she tried to push him away, he simply lifted her off the floor, chair and all. Her surprised gasp gave him access, and he wasted no time, slipping his tongue past her lips. Their tongues met in an erotic dance, and he groaned when she couldn’t help but kiss him back.
    He tasted of coffee and rain, mixed in with something so primal and intoxicating her body responded instantly to his superior strength. Why was she fighting this anyway? She was so horny her cunt would combust if it didn’t see some action soon, and here was her very own sex-robot willing and able to fuck her senseless. No regrets, no fears—that was what Jerry had said. Beth told the rational side of her brain to fuck off and gave herself up to sensation.
     
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    Elliot sensed the minute Beth stopped fighting her body’s needs. She melted against him. Her nipples pushed against his chest, and she ran her hands over his shoulders into his hair and tugged hard, whilst wrapping her legs around his waist. The sweet musk of her arousal hit his nostrils and his dick lengthened further, eager to impale itself in all that wanton wetness Elliot sensed. He moved his hands to her ass, and the chair clattered to the floor with a loud crash.
    Beth pulled back, gasping for breath, her pupils wide with desire and her delicate skin flushed pink, and she flexed her thighs in a silent plea he was only too happy to help her with.
    He turned them around and deposited her on the breakfast bar.
    “Lie back there and let me feast on you. I never did eat earlier.” He pushed her shoulders down, and she went willingly. Her breath hitched when he yanked her jogging bottoms off her, and he groaned at the evidence of her arousal in front of his eyes. Her little red thong barely covered her folds, and it was soaked through with her juices. He dropped a kiss on the inside of her thigh and used his hands to spread her wider,