MaleAndroidCompanion (6 page)

As she pondered the possibilities of what
she could do with a man like this, his fingers closed around his rigid cock.
When his palm slid from balls to crown, her eyes widened. He pumped once,
twice, setting her heart to beat loudly in her ears. She’d never seen a man
touch himself like that. With each thrust of his hips, he pushed his engorged
erection through long fingers, sending her arousal into overdrive. Wet didn’t
begin to describe what was happening between her thighs.

“Come here.” Low and sensual, his
velvet-smooth voice raised goose bumps across her arms. Gia gulped down the air
caught in her lungs. As she began to lower her hips, he said, “Stop there.”

“S-stop?” she stuttered, confused and
disappointed. How could he say “stop” when she was a breath away from feeling
pure, unadulterated heaven?

A mischievous grin fell across his face as
he rubbed the head of his erection across the swollen folds of her sex.

“
Ohhh.
” The airy sound represented
everything she was feeling as it pushed from the O her mouth formed. With each
sweep of sensation across her delicate skin her legs quivered. “Yesss.” She
eased down but he moved his hand, taking with him the pleasure she sought.

Damn him.
He
couldn’t do this to her. Another contraction hugged her core. Gia clenched her
inner muscles in an attempt to ease the shudder rippling through her.

“Please, Marc.”

She needed him and if she had to beg—she’d
beg.

The lustful yearning in Gia’s sexy voice
almost undid Marc. The throb in his dick intensified when he placed the head at
her damp opening. He closed his eyes and reveled in the tremor that slithered
through him. With a gentle thrust, he moved his hips back and forth, feeling
her slickness slide across him like warm silk. The small catches in her cries
stirred something deep inside him.

Man. He shivered. Marc wanted to sink deep
inside her, but he needed her as desperate as him. He wanted her to scream for
him to take her, and to mark her so thoroughly that when she discovered his
betrayal she wouldn’t sue his ass. And maybe, just maybe there would be
something left between them, because he could get used to being held by a woman
like her.

The quiet whimper that parted her lips
caressed his ears. He gazed up at her soft features. Yeah. She might be out of
his league. But for now, this moment, she was his and that was all that
mattered.

Readjusting his hand, he skimmed his shaft
across the bundle of nerves nestled between her thighs and played there for a
moment. The sharp jerks she made each time he swept across her clit excited
him, while at the same time hardening him into a heaven-hell state.

“So wet.” And hot, or was that him? Heat
simmered across his skin. Even his veins felt as if hot liquid surged through
them.

Raising his hips, he eased closer,
separating her swollen folds with the crown of his erection. Blood rushed to
his balls with a pulse that stole his breath. He fought the urge to bury
himself deep.

“Is this what you want?” he asked through
clenched jaw.

Her eyelids opened, reflecting smoky blue
pools of need. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

Gia licked her lips, drawing his eyes to
her luscious mouth. Before she discovered the truth about him, he’d have those
lips around him. In fact, he would explore every orifice on her body before he
was through.

Leaning back against the seat, he released
his hold on himself and clasped his hands at her waist. Rocking her along the
length of his shaft, he had no doubt that she wanted him. Up and down. Slow and
steady. Soft moans of pleasure fondled him like a hand gliding over his flesh.

She squirmed against him. Her urgency built
his need to take her but he held back, pressing his lips to hers. She tasted
hot and wild and ready.

The sting of her fingernails biting into
his shoulders made his testicles draw tight against his body. A needle-sharp
tingle shot down his cock. His jaw snapped together, breaking their kiss.
Backbone growing rigid, he barely held on as she continued to move restlessly
back and forth.

Oh how the mighty had fallen. The heat of
her sex was branding
him
, not the other way around. He couldn’t
move—think.

“Now,” she whimpered, arching her back. Her
body undulated above him in sexy, sensual, mesmerizing waves. When a tremor
assailed her, she shook, crying out his name followed by, “Fuck me now.”

Marc was helpless to refuse her.

On an upward glide, she angled her hips,
capturing the head of his cock. Without further thought, he thrust, parting her
folds to melt into heaven.

“Tight.” So friggin’ tight. Her body was an
iron fist gripping him. He was so damn hard, tender. She shifted, pushing him
even deeper so that he hissed, attempting to ease the burn she ignited inside
him.

Marc looked down at the point where they
came together and his vision blurred. Blood slammed into his groin
unmercifully. He took a moment to breathe. When he finally could think past the
pleasure-pain, he smoothed his palm across her satiny stomach, slipping his
hands beneath her T-shirt and dragging the material up and over her head in one
swift motion. Smooth, creamy breasts left him speechless and his mouth
watering. He had to be dreaming, because the most voluptuous creature on Earth
was naked astride him, rocking her beautiful body gently against his.

Spearing his fingers through her silky
hair, he cupped the back of her head and brought her down to meet his hungry
kiss. Without prelude, he pushed his tongue past her lips, sliding it along
hers, over and over.

So sweet.

He drank his fill.

When her tongue darted into his mouth, he
sucked it with long pulls he felt clear to his midsection. Ripping his mouth
away, he raised his head, panting for air.

Her knees tightened along his outer thighs.
“More.” Her hands fisted his hair, clutching him to her as her lips captured
his.

Marc growled against her mouth, giving her
what she demanded. Slanting his head, he deepened the caress, swallowing her
soft cries as he slipped his hand between them. When his fingertips found the
bud between her thighs, her arms folded around him almost desperately. She
ground her hips against his and a throaty groan pushed from his diaphragm.

Damn. She felt good.

Her breasts were soft and firm, nipples
diamond-hard on his chest as she rubbed against him. Wild and needy, her desire
fed his. Perspiration beaded his brow as every tendon inside his body tensed.
He was so close but he had to hold on. With a little more pressure against her
clit, he flicked his finger back and forth rapidly.

A keening sound rose as she bore down,
riding him harder and faster, keeping rhythm with his hand. Her pants were
choppy. Her gaze so intense it made him impossibly harder. When her inner
muscles pulsated around his cock, squeezing, milking him, her eyelids drifted
closed and another tremor shook her. Throwing back her head, she screamed—a
harsh, startling sound that pushed him over the edge.

Thrusting once, twice, his body stiffened,
becoming a conflagration of sensations. Flames shot down his shaft. Heat licked
at his balls. The surge of pleasure bordered on pain as it tore through him,
shredding his control and turning him inside out and then back again. He came
in a rush, filling her with his hot seed. His cock pulsated, throbbed, and then
he groaned her name.

Delicious aftershocks jerked her entire
body. The violent contractions bearing down on him teased his sensitive organ.
Gripping her hips, he held them together until the last shiver subsided and she
fell limp against his chest. With each breath her breasts rose and fell,
rasping against his skin, a sensual temptation.

The scent of their lovemaking hung like an
aphrodisiac in the cabin. Perfect. He embraced her. Both released a sigh at the
same time and he smiled. For several quiet minutes they just lay in each
other’s arms, the heat of their bodies cooling beneath the air-conditioning,
which adjusted accordingly. The rough road occasionally jostled them, but other
than that it was heaven.

When she finally sat up, he smoothed his
palms up her arms, laying his hands in the curve between her neck and shoulder.
He could feel the pounding of her pulse next to his fingertips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He swept his thumb
across her cheek in a slow motion.

Turning her head to the side, she kissed
one of his palms. “Thank you.” Then she slid off his lap, falling against the
leather seat, laughing softly. “I can’t believe we just did that. I’ve never
had sex in a car before.” She smiled, biting down on her bottom lip. Her grin
never wavered as she continued to watch him pull his jeans and boxer-briefs
over his hips.

She sighed again. “You’re worth every penny
M.A.C. charges me.”

Marc flinched.

The incredible moment came crashing down
upon him like a ton of bricks. Her words stung, leaving him feeling more like a
gigolo than her lover. Of course he couldn’t forget, she thought him an
android—not a real man.

One who had gone out on a limb, put his
reputation in jeopardy just to be with her, but more importantly, a man who
could easily fall in love with her if given half the chance.

Hell. What was he saying?

He didn’t know where the thought came from,
but for a year now he had been restless, something missing from his life. He
was tired of coming home to an empty house, no one to share his dreams with or
wake up to in the morning.

“Miss Easton,” the chauffer’s low voice
over the intercom system broke through Marc’s wonderings. “We are approaching
your gates. If you will activate them, I’ll see you to your door.”

After retrieving her thong and jeans, Gia
pushed her hand into a front pocket to retrieve the keyless remote and beamed
it toward the entrance. As she turned to face Marc again, she frowned. “Are you
okay?”

Where was his game face when he needed it?

“Yes.” But he wasn’t okay. In fact, he felt
like shit. If this was how a woman felt after a one-night stand, it sucked.

As the car slowed, the gates moaned slowly
open. Marc attempted to focus on activating his pants and belt but her comment
had cut him like a dagger. Not to mention, he had truly deceived her, taken
advantage of her grief. He had to put an end to this charade.

“Gia.”

Wiggling into her shirt, she finished
pulling it over her head before responding. “Yes.”

He glanced out the tinted window toward a
line of fans and paparazzi contained by two guards along the fence line. He and
Gia were from two different worlds. It would never work out between them.

“I—” His gaze met hers and that
electrifying sensation zinged through him once again, silencing him.

Tell her
,
his conscience urged, but he couldn’t do it.

“Never mind.”

She paused. “You’re not going to get
distant with me like a real man after a one-night stand, are you?”

Is that what men did? He thought about it,
remembering feeling that emotion more than once with several of the women he’d
dated and ended up in bed with.

Gia chuckled softly. “Judging by your face
you’re guilty.” Hunched over, she stepped into her thong and then her pants.
“Or perhaps you’ll tell me you’ve got a young female android waiting for you?”
Her curvy hips shifted as she pulled up her jeans.

He shook his head, although he was working
on a female version of the M.A.C.

“Good.” She ran her fingers through her
long hair, attempting to calm that just-fucked look, but it did no good. Her
lips were kiss-swollen. Marc wet his own lips, swearing he could still taste
her kiss lingering. Large red splotches appeared on her neck where his raspy
five-o’clock shadow had rubbed. She smelled of sex—of him.

Gia barely finished slipping her feet into
her sandals before the limousine stopped before a statuesque colonial mansion
with towering columns. The two-story house was beautiful, elegant, just like
its owner. A large magnolia tree with big white flowers shaded a small wrought
iron table with two chairs, giving the front yard a romantic and private
ambience. Yellow hibiscus framed each side of the walls beyond the pilasters.

In seconds, the chauffer opened the door
and recognition sparked in his eyes. “Mr. Charleston,” he said hesitantly.

Marc’s heart rose to his throat. The jig
was up.

The company’s new chauffer had been so infatuated
with Gia when he had first picked them up that he had barely given Marc a
second look. That wasn’t the case now, as he straightened his backbone and
smiled. Marc’s face must have revealed his anxiety, because the young man’s
grin diminished. He made no further comments, stepping back to open the trunk
and retrieve Marc’s luggage.

“Would you like me to carry your bags into
the house?”

“No,” Marc said a little too hastily,
wanting to get away from the driver before he could say more. “I’ll take care
of them. Just leave them at the door.”