I’d have borrowed an extra one to jam into your nuts just for the pleasure of it.” “You’re lucky I didn’t have to actually take the shots. The paperwork was received at the council building. Watch her features and do what you do best. Zorus laughed, sure to amplify the sound in the connection, and Krell growled in response, sending that clearly too. You already forced me to deal with this female. “She’s taking a shower while I prepare our food. Where is Charlie? Isn’t your female demanding your attention?” You can’t do that if she’s in another room.” “You need to get to know her, learn how to read her correctly and discover if she’s telling the truth.
He touched the pad to open mental communications as he lowered his mental shielding to allow his projected thoughts to be picked up. He might notice their soft swell, imagine what it would be like to tear open her shirt to touch them, but he wouldn’t embarrass himself by allowing her to know the direction his thoughts had traveled.Ī bell chimed and he opened his eyes, spun and walked to the wall. Her heaving br**sts, which had nearly spilled from the top of her shirt, wouldn’t get a response from his body in that manner again. Next time he wouldn’t get an erection in front of the spy. He accessed his implants and reconfigured his physical responses, shutting down the connection between his thoughts and his dick. He stared down at his c**k again, grateful that it had softened since she’d fled the room, and closed his eyes. He might have been too hasty to assume one wouldn’t be appealing. She believed she’d been modeled after a sexbot. She was too short, too small, but perfect otherwise. He’d be better off seeing to his own needs than playing with an animated sex doll. Krell had felt insulted at the time when his friend had made that suggestion. He’d mentioned sexbots and a space station where the artificial females wouldn’t notice the scars or be intimidated by his size. He rarely left Garden despite Mavo asking him to go on a few off-world assignments on some of the ships they’d acquired. Cyborg females found him boring, unattractive or emotionally undesirable.
He glared down at his wayward c**k and clenched his teeth. Krell turned and punched the bag when he heard Cyan’s door close. Up note, he’s not as robotic as he seems. More like a mast, she amended, and shook her head in disgust at her sense of humor. She doubted she’d ever get the image out of her head of the grim cyborg sporting wood. She closed the door and leaned against it. The room was average sized, very sparse on furnishings, and besides the bed it only contained a nightstand.
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