Free LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd

up. She wasn’t
sure if he’d powered off last night or if he’d stayed awake, holding her the entire
three hours or whatever while she’d slept.
    She liked both of those thoughts, actually.
    And of course she really liked thinking about what she and
Blue were going to do tonight after she got home from work. She thought of
sucking that lovely, hard, brand-new cock into her mouth. Of running her hands
up and down his length and over his balls. Of opening her legs so Blue could
slide it into her and fuck her silly, over and over and over again.
    And best of all, he’d enjoy it too. It was going to be his
first proper sexual experience, the moment where he lost his virginity. Cally
intended to make sure everything about it would blow his carefully constructed,
hyperintelligent mind.
    She hoped his orgasms didn’t also fry his circuits.
    I wonder if I should stop off and buy a new set of
lingerie on the way home , she thought, fiddling with a pencil on her desk.
With most men it would be a no-brainer but what about with Blue? Did he like
that sort of stuff? Did he even care what she looked like? What was he doing right
this minute? Working, studying, fantasizing, planning…
    “Hey, Cally, are you coming out for a drink after work?” The
new guy, Dale, was leaning over her desk. When he’d started several months ago,
she’d clocked his dimples, his gym-honed muscles and his flawless dark skin and
decided he was definitely going on her list of men to get to know much, much
better.
    “I don’t think so,” she said. “I’ve got plans.”
    “Come on, just one beer.” Dale grinned, showing off those
dimples. He hooked a chair with his foot and pulled it over next to her. “I’ve
heard one or two things about you.”
    “I don’t talk about my family.”
    “I’m not interested in your family, I’m interested in you. I
think we have a lot in common.”
    She spun her pencil in irritation. Couldn’t the man see she
had some serious fantasies to be paying attention to and she couldn’t be doing
with his crude come-ons? “I don’t think that’s likely.”
    When he leaned his forearms on her desk, his muscles bulged.
He lowered his voice. “I heard you’ve got lots of stamina, very few inhibitions
and you don’t let your fun get in the way of your work life.”
    “So?”
    “That describes me too. Man, you’re gorgeous.” His gaze
dropped to her breasts and then lower to her legs, which were bare despite the
weather. His tongue moistened his lips. “We can skip the drink, if you want.”
    “Good idea. We’ll skip the drink. And I’m not interested and
I really have plans, okay? So you can try out your stamina on some other lucky
lady.” She pushed her chair back, stood and walked off. Despite her brush-off,
she could still feel him watching her ass.
    God. What a dork. Expecting her to fall for some bulging
muscles and a few suggestive lines.
    Halfway down the corridor, Cally paused. Actually, bulging
muscles and suggestive lines used to do it for her just fine. A month or two
ago, she probably would’ve grabbed Dale by the tie and pulled him into the
ladies’ for a breathless, pounding fifteen minutes, to check that his
inhibitions were as few as he’d said they were. Regardless of whether she’d had
another date tonight or not.
    But that was before she’d hooked up with Blue.
    She checked her watch. It was four thirty. Even with the
stop at the lingerie boutique, she could be home by half past five. But Blue
would be annoyed with her—she’d promised him before she’d left this morning not
to slope off work early for his sake.
    It wasn’t only for his sake. She was going crazy here,
wanting him.
    Fuck it. Blue might think anticipation was good for you,
that she needed to hang around work even when she’d finished everything she
needed to do for the day, but she disagreed and he was going to have to deal
with it.
    * * * * *
    Her roadster had rarely gone any faster and it wasn’t even
quarter