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  Sexed Up

  ISBN 9781419914980

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  Sexed Up Copyright © 2008 Sally Painter

  Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Electronic book Publication March 2008

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  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Sexed Up

  Sally Painter

  Dedication

  To Stella and all the women of the future.

  Chapter One

  “What did you say?” Randi Mayers pivoted, surprised to find him standing in the hallway. Was that excitement awakening in those brown depths? Impossible. None of the others had the spark of life, so how could he? Her heart pounded harder when he entered the bedroom.

  “I’m here to please you. Whatever you want,” he said.

  If that deep baritone voice wasn’t enough to send her into an instant orgasm then his grin certainly was. Heat rushed through her. He took a step closer and her breath caught in her throat. His scent prickled her nostrils with a hint of sea and what? Was that the scent of a man? She couldn’t be sure since she’d never been with a man.

  “This is amazing,” she said, letting her stare move over his naked body. Her attention fell to his erection bobbing in front of him as he closed the distance between them. Randi licked her bottom lip and watched his cock bobbing with each step. He was perfect!

  “I shall show you amazing, Randi,” he said, reaching out to cup one of her breasts. Warm fingers seared through her cotton nightshirt as he thumbed the nipple until it puckered in response.

  A moan parted her lips and he smiled.

  “You want me,” he stated and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending an excited twinge to her groin.

  “I-I…” She couldn’t speak.

  “I want you,” he breathed and tugged at the hem of her nightshirt, slipping it up her thighs. Mindless, Randi lifted her arms as he peeled it over her head and tossed it to the floor, never once taking his eyes off her.

  She closed her eyes with a moan, but mentally shook herself from the seduction.

  “I really have to get to work. I was on my way to the bathroom to take a shower when I accidentally…” Who was she kidding? The last thing she wanted at that moment was to leave him.

  He ignored the weak protest and gripped her upper arms, tugging her against him. The contact of his hard body set her senses into overdrive.

  “Ohh…” she murmured. What she wanted to say was sweet heaven she’d never felt anything as delicious as his body rubbing against her. Heat radiated from him and surrounded her like a cocoon.

  “You’re so beautiful.” His breath caressed her cheeks and Randi’s heart fluttered.

  “I…you…” Liquid heat rushed between her thighs and Randi squirmed when his cock pressed into her abdomen. He was better endowed that she had hoped. And those large hands of his were everywhere, trailing over her back, dipping past her waist and then cupping her buttocks.

  She looked up into his eyes. The brief flicker of desire gave way to smoldering heat. Her breath caught in her throat. He was too gorgeous to believe.

  “Wait,” she said, struggling to regain some control over her body’s reaction to his maleness. She gripped his arms, surprised when the thick muscles didn’t budge beneath her grasp.

  Suddenly, Randi found herself being lowered onto the bed with him leaning over her.

  “Wait for what?” he asked, dipping his head to draw a tender bud between his lips.

  She gasped. There was no stopping this. He sucked the sensitized nipple and then flicked his tongue around it. Why would she want to stop him? Delightful streaks scorched a path to her pussy, pulsating against her clit. Her mind reeled. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t what she’d planned. It was too soon.

  “I…” she breathed, unable to pull from him even though she’d be late for her first day at work. He made her feel too good to stop him now. She wanted more. Randi arched her back to allow him better access to her breasts, but the nipple slipped from his mouth. Cool air rushed over the wet path and she shivered. The fog clouding her mind momentarily cleared. “Oh God, I can’t do this right now,” she murmured, yet didn’t make any move to stop him because of the sudden look settling in his eyes.

  Was that disappointment shining in their brown depths?

  “Are you telling me not to make love to you?” he asked.

  Oh, yeah, that was definitely disappointment now moving over his face and drawing his lips into a firm line. She scooted out from under him and sat up, leaning against the headboard.

  “I can’t believe I’m going to try and explain this to you, but here goes. It’s my first day starting a new job. Work.”

  “I’m not stupid, Randi. I do know what a job is,” he smiled and sat up on his knees.

  “Of course you aren’t stupid. I didn’t mean to imply… It’s just. Well, this job is important.” She watched the frown deepen the creases in his forehead.

  Okay, that wasn’t right. He couldn’t be disappointed—or anything else for that matter. Randi dropped her stare to his cock. How could any woman resist that? Was she crazy to even be having this conversation? She should forget about work and spend the day in bed with him. A staccato heartbeat pounded in her chest. Was she insane? She had to go to work.

  “Can you understand the kind of stress I’m under?” She shook her head. “I don’t guess you can. Look, it’s not personal. I have to get dressed. I need to be at work in—” She glanced at the clock. “Oh no! I only have twenty minutes to shower and get dressed.” She started to swing her legs over the side of the bed when strong fingers dug into her shoulders and Randi found herself pressed against the headboard.

  “Calm down. You have plenty of time.” He straddled her with his erection within grabbing distance. She balled her hands into fists to keep from reaching out and curling her fingers around his cock. “Your new office is only two blocks from here. You moved into this condo to be closer to your work. You certainly have time for a quickie.”

  “How could you possibly know all that?”

  He moved in, planting one hand on the headboard above her while leaning closer until his cock brushed against her cheek. It left a moist trail toward her lips. His dominating demeanor sent her pulse into a riotous beat.

  “Take it in your mouth,” he whispered.

  Randi touched her tongue to her lips.

  “Just a taste,” he said.

  Her hand trembled as she reached for him. He flinched under her touch. Was it just a physical reaction or did he feel the same giddy excitement she did?

  His flesh was hot beneath her fingers. She massaged his shaft, enjoying the contrast of velvety skin against steely hardness. He was perfect!

  “Taste me,” he rasped.

  She flicked her tongue over her lips once more. She longed to taste him. Her heart felt as though it beat in her mouth. What did a real man taste like? She drew his cock to her lips and flicked her tongue over the tip.r />
  His breath rushed from him in a throaty sound. She took him into her mouth and greeted the moist tip with another quick lash of her tongue. He tasted good—different from anything she’d ever known. She tightened her lips around him, taking him deeper inside her mouth. She was rewarded with another groan and slight rotating of his hips as he pulled in and out of her mouth.

  Randi held the base of his cock with one hand and cupped his balls like she’d seen in the museum vids. Men always seemed to enjoy the gentle massage.

  He cradled the back of her head with one hand as he plunged his cock deeper.

  “How do I taste, Randi?”

  Her cheeks rushed hot. She knew it was silly to feel embarrassed but the question made her self-conscious. She looked up at him and was rewarded with a smile, a very satisfied smile that seemed to move over his face. Randi had never considered the pleasure she could give him. After all, he was there to please her. Without warning, he pulled from her and tugged her down onto the mattress. Masculine fingers slipped up her legs and glided over her skin. She was lost in the sensations electrifying her nerve-endings as he parted her legs.

  She waited for the touch but he hesitated. She rolled her hips to encourage him, but he didn’t move beyond featherlike strokes over the lips of her pussy. Running his fingers between the fleshy mounds, he dipped along the slit, but didn’t probe further. A moan pressed against her mouth from the building heat and she released it in a breathless rush. She ached to feel his fingertips massage her swollen clit and wriggled her hips, but he eased his fingers from her.

  “Please,” she panted.

  He chuckled under his breath and her heart skipped a beat. It was such a natural reaction her mind reeled with thoughts of him taking her completely. When the pads of his fingers finally brushed against her clit, Randi’s breath caught in her throat.

  “Oh God,” she gasped and moved under his touch, writhing with the need inching up her spine each time he stroked her clit. He slid his fingers toward her opening and plunged inside. Fire shot up her spine. He palmed her clit, spreading her legs wider as he lowered his head.

  Randi gasped for air when he flicked of his tongue over her swollen nub. Wildfire sent her into a frenzied need.

  “That feels so…good,” she panted and thrashed beneath his lovemaking.

  The need to come rose higher with each lash of his tongue. She rode the urgent energy and lifted her hips, spreading her legs wider so he had full access to her sex. He finger-fucked her faster while sucking her clit between his lips. She moaned, needing more. The rapid energy undulated up her spine. The sucking sound grew louder as her juices drenched his fingers.

  Randi murmured something, unsure what she said. Her thoughts were disjointed. The only thing she could think about was release. Heat rushed to her clit.

  He lifted his head, his breath fanning over her. Randi whimpered and tried to guide him back but he just smiled, a very devilish smile.

  “Do you like that?” he asked.

  “Are you kidding?” She pushed his head back to her pussy and gasped when he pressed his thumb into her anus.

  A new barrage of sensations seized her and she bit her lower lip, closing her thumb and forefinger over the tip of her breast, squeezing a nipple as he flicked his tongue faster.

  “You’re…driving…me…crazy,” she panted.

  He lifted his head, “Do you want me to stop then?”

  “Hell no,” she said and pushed his head back into her groin. “Quit responding to my comments.”

  Once more his tongue found the perfect spot and the molten energy surged through her, rushing to her head in a sudden burst of light. She shuddered in the wake of spasms, the walls of her pussy clamping around his fingers. She felt as though she melted right into the satin sheets as her muscles contracted and the orgasm continued to seize her.

  He lessened the pressure of his tongue and slowly withdrew his fingers. She whimpered, missing the sensation of his touch when he paused to plant kisses against the lips of her pussy.

  Something stirred in Randi. His tenderness was a gesture born of caring and emotion. It was unexpected.

  He released a groan so full of satisfaction she was surprised he had derived pleasure from her orgasm. Before she could form the question, he reached up to peel a strand of damp hair from her face. Her breath caught in her throat when she met his stare.

  “I had no idea sex could feel this good with a man.” She drew in a deep breath and expelled it in an equally satisfied sigh. “That was incredible. You’re a much better lover than I’d hoped.” She trailed her fingers over his cheek and marveled at the stubble that had formed overnight. The bristle pricked her skin and sounded like a piece of sandpaper scraping over a smooth surface.

  “Why did you doubt my ability?” he asked, standing from the bed with his hand around his cock. She watched him move it up and down his thick shaft. “I want to fuck you, now.” The look in his eyes reflected the same wildfire he’d just quenched in her.

  Why had she allowed him to take over like this? It was too soon. Things should never have gone this far. Not yet. Her gaze dropped to the clock hologram. 7:50 glowed in bluish lights above the nightstand.

  “Oh shit! I’m really sorry to do this to you, but—” She reached for the remote control on the nightstand and fumbled with it.

  “What are you doing, Randi?” A hurt look washed over his face and she felt as though she’d somehow betrayed him. Of course, it was absurd to feel such a thing. He leaned over the bed and reached for the control.

  She scrambled across the bed out of reach, coming to her feet.

  “We’ll finish this tonight.” She pressed the “off” button and he froze in his attempt.

  The surprised look on his face shocked her. He wasn’t programmed for emotions. Could the nanites have written new programming?

  “Dammit. I can’t leave you like that all day.” She clicked the “on” button and he fell forward, landing face down on the bed.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, rolling onto his side and grabbing for the control.

  Randi squealed and tapped the off switch again. His arm relaxed on the mattress.

  “There, that’s better,” she sighed and tugged the bedspread from the floor. She paused to admire his male physique. “You’re my best design so far, big guy, but you need to learn who controls the “on” and “off” switch.” She looked at the bedside clock. “Gotta go.” She tossed the covers over him and dashed into the bathroom. She could still make it on time if she took a very quick shower.

  Chapter Two

  “Welcome to Sexed Up.” The announcement seemed to come from the statue at the entrance of the office building.

  Randi paused in front of the automated doors, staring at the couple carved in granite. The artist had captured the smooth curves of the entwined bodies lost in a moment of passion. There were similar antiquated statues of men and women throughout the city, but none depicted the man in full arousal. Until this morning she had no idea how wonderful such an embrace felt or how incredible a man’s cock between her lips tasted. She touched her tongue to her bottom lip, recalling every second she’d spent with him.

  Excitement coursed through her and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from blurting out to everyone that she’d spent the morning in the arms of a man! She closed her eyes.

  Even though her surprising morning had been the most amazing moment in her life, Randi couldn’t reveal the truth to the world just yet. She had tests to run and data to compare. A smile parted her lips, but the satisfied feeling gave over to worry. She opened her eyes once, more mesmerized by the statue. She had to build a safeguard for the control to prevent another accidental activation.

  Somehow when she’d awakened and tried to swipe the clock hologram with her hand to silence the alarm, she’d knocked the remote control onto the floor and triggered the “on” switch. The gorgeous male she’d been secretly creating had booted up, ready to demonstrate his skills.


  Hell, he’d been turned on to full demo. If it weren’t for this new job, she’d still be at home conducting a more thorough test drive of her latest invention. He was her best sex-replacement prototype yet. She squeezed her thighs together and shifted where she stood, but despite the attempt to control the building arousal, wet heat rushed from her, drenching her panties. She had to stop thinking about him and focus on her new job.

  It was her first day. It was dangerous to be distracted. Today was too important to be fantasizing about him. Still…leaving him with an erection was a visual she couldn’t shake from her mind. Her pulse sharpened. Had she really done it? She mentally shook her head. She still had no real data to support her suspicions that she’d met the impossible challenge of recreating a real man, well, the best facsimile of one.

  The possibility sent her into a new panic. It had always been an unattainable goal. Once she measured and quantified how much was machine and how much was man, then she’d know if she’d been successful. She tightened her grip on the briefcase. The deep satisfaction of his lovemaking filled her with renewed confidence. He was the summation of her ten-year career, but her reputation as the best sex-replacement designer was a two-edged sword. The expectation bar was constantly being raised and this time she’d worried it had been placed too high for anyone on the planet to meet. She stared inside the building and took a deep breath.

  As long as this model didn’t deteriorate like her previous attempts, then—she couldn’t allow herself to believe it was a success. Not until she was certain there were no cursor markers indicative of delayed degradation. If there were no markers… Her mind raced with the implications.

  “Are you going in or what?” came a crisp feminine voice behind her.

  She glanced over her shoulder at the perky brunette, dressed in a flared business suit. Behind the woman was a growing line of women, all dressed in the latest fashion attire of flared skirts and tunic hemlines, waiting to enter the building. Her new co-workers. Her cheeks flushed warm.