Free LoveMachine by Electra Shepherd Page A

past five when Cally screeched up in front of the house. The snow was
melting, water was dripping off the eaves of the house and puddling on the
driveway. But she couldn’t tell whether it was actually warmer today or not, as
her personal body temperature seemed to be about two hundred degrees. She ran
in the door and up the stairs as fast as her high heels would take her.
    “Blue!” she cried as she slammed her bedroom door open, and
there he was. Lying on her neatly made bed, which hadn’t been neatly made when
she left this morning.
    His dick was already hard.
    “Have you been lying on that bed waiting for me all day?”
she asked, shutting the door behind her and dropping her bags on the floor. She
didn’t intend to open the door again until she was fully, totally satisfied.
She had a pack of peanut butter crackers in her bag if she got hungry but she
didn’t think she’d need them.
    “Yes,” he said and then he immediately shook his head. “No.
I haven’t been able to keep still.”
    “Did you walk around the house? What did everyone think of—”
She tried to imagine what Ilsa would say at the sight of Blue’s tackle and
winced.
    “I wore a towel. I have only been to the library.”
    “I thought you’d read everything in the library already.”
She got closer to the bed. My God, he was gorgeous. His new cock was big but it
was in proportion to the rest of him. His broad shoulders, strong chest,
powerful legs, big hands and feet.
    “There are a few books I haven’t read. But I could not
concentrate.”
    “For a robot, that’s bad.”
    “It’s a novel sensation. I quite enjoy it.” He reached for
her. “You left work early.”
    “I couldn’t concentrate either.” She took his hand but she
didn’t get on the bed with him. She’d expected to tear her clothes off and hurl
herself onto him the minute she got home but now that she’d suffered nearly a
full day of anticipation, she reckoned she could bear a little more of it. Just
so she could appreciate him.
    He’d look sexy in a towel. Maybe she’d ask him to put it
back on…later.
    “I did stop off on the way and pick up a little something to
wear,” she said.
    “I hope it is a very little something and that you aren’t
planning to wear it for very long.”
    “Now there’s a good come-on line.”
    “As you keep saying, I have a brain the size of a planet and
I haven’t been able to think about much else.” He let go of her. “Show me.”
    Cally decided to keep her shoes on. Slowly, she unbuttoned
her blouse and let it fall open and slither down her arms to reveal the gold
satin bra she’d bought because she’d thought it would look good next to Blue’s
skin when he took it off her. She had thought it fit her when she tried it on
but now it felt too tight to contain her breasts, swollen from desire. She ran
her palms over it, to feel her own nipples straining against the material, to
help her imagine what it would feel like when Blue touched her.
    Blue didn’t say anything. He looked at her and didn’t move,
his eyes glowing and his dick practically pointing to heaven, so she unzipped
her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, wearing only the
bra, matching tiny panties and her high patent-leather pumps. Right about now,
most of the men she knew would be lunging off the bed, their tongues
practically hanging out.
    Blue still didn’t say anything. He didn’t move.
    “You don’t care about lingerie, do you?” she asked, a little
bit disappointed. She could have been home ten minutes earlier.
    “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever encountered,”
said Blue. His voice was hushed and deep and sincere.
    “What about Michelangelo?”
    “Did you choose these clothes to please me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then I don’t care about Michelangelo.” In a single, smooth
movement, he swung off the bed and stood before her. He took her face gently
between his palms, tilted up her head and kissed her.
    It was as if