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by Megan Hart
Category: Romance/Science Fiction
Description: Her new toy has something extra she hadn't counted on. A soul--and an attitude. Only one week, and Milla Sulay will start her lonely new life on the Homestead planet Selkca. In anticipation, she's booked passage aboard the Pleasure Princess, where she intends to make use of every amenity--including the Pleasurebots. Mandroids specially designed to give her whatever she wants. For as long as she wants it. Except there's something decidedly unbot-like about the mouth-watering unit sent to her cabin. Jarden's surgical enhancements give him advantages over standard-issue human men, with one exception: he's tired. Weary of servicing an endless parade of horny, arrogant women. Except his beautiful client can't quite hide her vulnerability behind the disdainful diva act. Before he can figure it out, the cruiser makes an unscheduled stop in Newcity airspace. Not good. In Newcity-speak, he's a "mecho"?and not exactly legal. After years of working aboard the Princess to earn his freedom, the only place he's headed is prison. Then Milla unexpectedly makes him an offer he should refuse. Within minutes of having his dream snatched away, Jarden must decide if life as her field husband on Selcka is a way out--or simply trading one form of servitude for another. This title has been previously published under the title Anything You Want. Product Warnings Contains space-bending sex, turbulent language, and artificial everything?except the one thing that's guaranteed to arouse all your senses. Hang on, it's gonna be a bump-and-grind ride!
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [86 KB]
Reading time: 51-71 min.
Milla had bathed and slipped into a sleek toss-away of sheer pink. She'd fastened the stickseam all the way to her throat, where the high collar tickled her chin. The gown itself, meant to be worn but once, swung around the tops of her thighs. Bare beneath, her skin tingled from the application of Arous-All lotion she'd slicked onto her bath-damp flesh after getting out of the tub. She'd paid extra for real water.
God-of-Choice only knew how long she'd have to go without real water to drink, much less bathe in. Selkca was a desert planet. Its native population had the ability to produce H2O via some internal synthesis, but the Homesteading Council's information had informed Milla all 'steaders on Selkca had to rely on monthly deliveries of imported, artificial water.
When the knock came at her cabin door, she'd just put down the bottle of Arous-All lotion. The cabin had been fully stocked with the entire line of Arous-All products, guaranteed to "Get you ready!" As if she needed help. She'd been ready practically from the moment she'd signed the travel contract.
She opened the door, already tilting her head in anticipation. She'd ordered a COK-275 from the extensive room service menu, and those 'bots were always tall. The one standing in front of her, however, was taller even than she'd expected.
She nodded and stepped back to let him into the cabin. "I was beginning to think I'd have to call again."
"Sorry for the delay. I've been authorized to give you an hour's credit for the time you had to wait." The man flashed perfect white teeth unblemished by jewels or etchings.
Correction--not a man, Milla reminded herself. The perfect abs and biceps, the sultry smile and eyes the color of the space outside her cabin window belonged to a mandroid. A Pleasurebot. A creature built for the sole purpose of providing sexual pleasure. She looked him up and down, admiring him, and he put his hands on his hips with another grin as the front of his thin toss-away briefs bulged.
"You're wearing Arous-All," he said.
Milla nodded. He had dark hair cut short in the back and falling long over one dark eye. Tawny skin. Nipples like arti-chocolate discs. "Turn around."
He did. The view from the back was as impressive as from the front. He had a tight, rounded ass and long legs. Milla moved closer and cupped his rear with both her hands. He didn't move, not an inch, as she rubbed her fingertips along the line of his spine and stepped back.
She moved in front of him to study his face, noting the brightness of his eyes, the moistness of his lips...and something else. The faint lines of weariness around his bright eyes and moist lips. He hid it well, but he was tired. Pleasurebots didn't tire.
"You're not a COK," she said.
He shook his head. "No, miss. I'm sorry, but all of the COKs were in use. I can provide all the same functions, though. And give you an additional hour of credit to your account for the inconvenience."
"Two credit hours?" Milla crossed her arms, still staring at him. "What's your name?"
His voice, low and sexy, peaked her nipples beneath the sheer toss-away. Did it matter he wasn't exactly what she'd ordered? Milla shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her thighs rubbed together. The Arous-All lotion had seeped into her pores and gone straight to the pleasure center of her brain. She was ready to fuck and come. Did it matter if he wasn't a COK?
"You're not a 'bot," she said in a low voice.
Jarden's expression didn't change. He didn't blink, didn't lick his mouth, didn't even let out a sigh. "No, ma'am. I'm not."
Milla had expected him to lie, and it impressed her that he didn't. She studied him. "Isn't that...illegal?"
Jarden shook his head. "The Pleasure Princess qualifies for entertainment exemptions under the Interstellar Transport Act."
"Oh." Milla had an idea of what that meant. Something to do with slaves. She felt suddenly ridiculous in her flimsy toss-away in front of a real man. "I was expecting a 'bot."
Jarden took her in his arms before she had time to squeak. "I promise you, I can make you just as happy as any 'bot can."
Pressed up against him that way, Milla had to tip her head back extra far to see his face. He was still smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. Not the way it would have on a COK or a DIK, whose emotional triggers were genuine and unfakeable. The fullness in his briefs, however, felt real and substantial. She ran her hands up his bulging biceps to rest on his shoulders.
"I have to be honest with you," she said. "I really wanted a 'bot."
She waited for his answer. Jarden pulled her slowly closer, his big hands resting on her rear. "I promise you, I can do anything you want."
He bent to nuzzle her neck, and Milla closed her eyes as she let him. His mouth and tongue felt no different on her skin than a 'bot's would have. His hands were rougher, but that wasn't a bad thing. In fact, those rough hands excited her. Maybe it was because of the Arous-All, but the more he kissed and sucked and nibbled at her neck, the hotter Milla got.
"All right," she breathed, voice hoarse, when he slid a hand beneath the hem of her toss-away. "But I'm warning, you, I expect to be completely satisfied, and I'm not interested in working too hard for it."
Jarden pulled away to look at her face, and something in his gaze made Milla wish she'd been a little kinder. "It's what I'm here for, miss."