Page 23 of Operation Iron Heart

“When I saw you for the first time at Rochelle’s house, I suddenly realised that despite all my worries I desperately needed passion again. Obviously, I didn’t know then what had happened to Will. I thought he’d betrayed me, even if I didn’t want to believe it.”

“But he didn’t betray you,” he reminded her quietly, wondering why that made a difference.

“I know. And that’s why I ask myself if I’m being disloyal to Will for wanting physical closeness so much when I’m with you?”

She was still stroking him, drawing a deep groan from his throat and making him swell to his full size. Even if she only wanted him physically, that would have to be enough for now and it was more than he’d hoped for.

“You can’t be disloyal to a dead person,” he whispered to her, scattering her thoughts. He looked so deeply into her eyes that she couldn’t fail to notice how his lenses automatically adjusted their intensity. “I don’t think Will would have anything against you having a bit of fun with me. After all, he told me to look after you.”

“Are you sure that included this?” she murmured, pausing her gentle massage to explore his full manhood with her hand. His whole body reflected his inexorable arousal and he raised his hips so she could stroke him along his full length.

“He didn’t exclude it.”

“You are pretty huge,” she murmured shyly. “Do you think this will work?”

“I really do,” he whispered hoarsely, lowering his lips onto hers. He felt her yield and his heart threatened to explode, flooded by powerful and chaotic feelings that instantly paralysed all of the decision-making processors in his central computer. Despite that he continued, pulling Marci gently onto his lap, holding her slim frame carefully in his strong arms. Feeling her lips on his, her breasts against his chest and thinking about what it would be like when he sank his hard member into her soft feminine form, made him completely forget that he was a robot. She wrapped her slender arms around his neck and nibbled on his ear, whispering her most intimate fantasies into his highly sensitive auditory canal, turning him on even more. Jack’s hands moved everywhere and Marci seemed to enjoy being dominated by him. She didn’t resist when he lifted her effortlessly and settled her, legs spread wide, onto him, capturing her gently. He felt her tremble inside as he parted her folds with a powerful thrust, and she let out a throaty sound of satisfaction that mixed with her quiet moans. Jack took it as encouragement to press deeper into her hot flesh, stretching her relentlessly to her limits.

Quivering, she relaxed and adjusted to his size; he thrilled at the feeling of being joined so deep inside her, and at their passionate kisses, tongues meeting in wild abandon.

He stroked the most sensitive point deep inside her and placed his hands around her slim waist, encouraging her into a gentle upwards and downwards movement that she submitted to willingly, her lust clearly intensified.

Her throaty gasps increased and her movements became frantic, even though Jack was now holding her so tight that she could barely move. As he did so, he made his shaft vibrate slightly; he had Cathrin Porter to thank for this ability and it clearly differentiated him from a human man. Jack used his inbuilt knowledge of female anatomy to effortlessly stimulate Marci’s most sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her whole body was gripped by an involuntary spasm and she braced herself against Jack, trying to manage the incredible tension inside her. He continued to hold her tight against him, like a predator with its prey, increasing the pace of his thrusts. She whimpered with pleasure and a soft cry escaped her lips as he intensified his movements, the sounds merging with the water bubbling around them. Her internal muscles clamped around him, hot and wet, and Jack found himself unwilling to release her from his delicious torment. Her panting increased and she started squirming frantically as if trying to escape; he made a few more movements until her whole body quaked with orgasm after orgasm, exploding through her like a series of powerful electrical impulses. She whimpered for mercy against his chest and he gave free rein to his own lust, bringing them both to a glorious climax.

He was still hard inside her as Marci lay limply against him, her eyes glazed and her cheeks flushed, incapable of movement. He suddenly worried that he might have gone too far.

“Is everything OK?” he asked in concern, gently stroking a strand of hair off her face that had come loose from her bun during their passion.

“You’re a scoundrel,” she murmured in exhaustion against his chest, not yet daring to look at him. “If I’d had the slightest idea of what I was letting myself in for by seducing you, I would have run a mile.”

“Why?” asked Jack, now even more concerned, lifting Marci automatically off his lap, robbing him of the wonderful feeling of being joined with her. He put her down carefully next to him and looked at her attentively.

Marci sat with her head back and her eyes closed and gave another moan, but this time not of arousal. To Jack’s sharp hearing, it sounded like a peculiar mix of satisfaction and exhaustion. “You’ve ruined me forever, Jack,” she murmured, giving him an elated smile. “I’m never going to be able to have sex with a normal man ever again. That was incredible.” She looked at him with an expression of genuine amazement, before launching herself at him and giving him a passionate kiss on the mouth. “I want to do that over and over again, Jack,” she admitted breathlessly. “Only with you. Do you understand?”

“What, right now?” he asked, completely prepared to accede to her wish.

“Oh my God!” Her exclamation was one of exhaustion. “If you want me to still be able to walk in my high heels this evening, you’ll keep your incredible talents to yourself for now. Speaking of which…” She looked at him provocatively. “If all robots are as talented as you, we don’t have to worry about marketing MfM – no human woman who experiences that kind of pleasure will ever want to get involved with a normal guy again.”

Jack gave a casual smile and continued to admire her; sitting there with her cheeks flushed with pleasure and an expression of deep satisfaction in her beautiful eyes, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever met. He was thrilled that his bold approach had given her so much pleasure, but he was also not certain whether it was enough to make Marci fall in love with him. Currently, it looked more like she saw him as simply a welcome opportunity to find physical satisfaction. Particularly when she looked him up and down with an appraising look in her eyes and whispered something flippant in his ear that took him a few minutes to understand. “You’ve passed the prototype test with flying colours.” Without waiting for him to reply, she kissed him again.

“I thought you’d had enough of me,” he asked with a querying smile, pulling her closer to him and covering her throat and breasts with more soft kisses.

“Maybe I’ve got a death wish,” she gasped in his ear, sliding her hot, yielding flesh onto him and taking his whole shaft inside her. Jack felt his precisely calibrated mind start to fray, let go of his restraint and took her even harder and more intensely than before. It wasn’t the physical satisfaction that gripped him the most; it was the way she looked at him as she let herself fly and trusted him completely.

Getting out of the shower with wobbly legs, Marci put on her wine-red evening dress that was cut down to her navel, elegantly emphasising her ample cleavage, feeling as if she were in a dream.

The neckline and thigh-slit of the knee-length dress were edged with subtle fluting that finished a hand’s width above her navel and below her hips, leaving just a narrow strip of material connecting the top and skirt sections of the dress, beneath which Marci wore a tiny pair of knickers in the same colour that covered just enough of the completely smooth skin beneath. Looking in the mirror, she trembled as she remembered the thorough attention that Jack had paid to that part of her. Fortunately, it wasn’t obvious from the outside how much the arousal he had awoken in her still raged, the shower having at least removed all outward signs of Jack’s passion.

He was very much still here, though, standing large as life behind her in a gorgeous tailored dinner jacket. She only had to look into his expressive green eyes to know what he would rather be doing than going to this hideous ball.

“Are you ready?” he asked gruffly, not touching her even though he really wanted to. Marci hastily applied her blood-red lipstick, checking in the mirror that none of it had ended up on her teeth, and then prepared to submit herself into his ever-vigilant care. Jack had sorted everything out, including the holographic invitations for the ball that were now stored in his wristband and would enable them to access even the PanAmerican President’s high-security suite.

Marci still couldn’t believe that she was going to attend an event like this, but with Jack at her side, things were starting to seem less impossible.

Walking past incredibly beautiful women who could have been either humans or robots, she practically floated along at Jack’s side as they headed to Montgomery MacIntyre’s reception committee, where an agent welcomed them with a glass of French champagne.

“Forster Rickman.” The blond thirtysomething introduced himself with a slick smile. “Montgomery MacIntyre’s indispensable right hand.”