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Quite pleased with herself, she presses against me, and I embrace her tightly, tracing her form. She glows with a light sheen of perspiration. “I want to do that again.”
Chuckling, I press a kiss to her brow. “We’ll do it as much as you like.”
And once Katrina is refreshed and hydrated, we do.
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Kat
“Give me one more,” Ezra growls into my ear. “One more.”
We shouldn’t be taking risks like this. If it wasn’t for my car windows having tint control, I probably wouldn’t have considered it. But here we are—Ezra’s hands are on my hips, bouncing me up and down his cock in the backseat, driving himself up into me hard as I reel from my release.
Pleasure courses through me, causing me to shudder. “Shit,” I whine. “Ezra, I’m coming again?—”
Ezra’s response is to grab my jaw and pull me in to silence me with a rough kiss as he pistons into me. The car shakes with each desperate motion, both of us lost to our desire, our need to fuck whenever and wherever we can. I surrender a second time to bliss before collapsing against him.
BioNex might’ve created Ezra, but Ezra’s created a monster.
After our first night, I slept in until the early afternoon. By the time I woke, I was ready for another bout and happy to find Ezra in bed next to me, rousing from his standby mode. For the past several weeks, we’ve been brooding in passion. I feel like anaddict. When we aren’t together doing this, I’m thinking about when we’ll be able to do it again, looking forward to the nights he’s come to stay with me, the delightful soreness I get when I’ve been thoroughly used, and used him too.
Now, we’ve just snuck away from the pancake fundraiser. It’s a smash hit. People have come from all over the city to different police depots, showing their support and donating ten dollars a plate for a good cause. I’ve even had decent conversations with Humanity First and pro-bionic supporters with Ezra present. The amount of times we came to the mutual agreement that androids and humanscanlive in harmony was such a breath of fresh air. We all agreed that we should refocus our efforts to combat big business instead of BioNex itself.
I’m so relieved to know I’m not the only one who feels like this. Humanity First doesn’t have to be a humans-only bastion of social justice. We can accept more people, find more support, if we can just find common ground. A name change will be the first order of business once Dad officially steps down. Perhaps a fresh start can help separate us from harmful rhetoric. I don’t know what I’ll call the organization yet, but I’ll think of something.
Being in close quarters with Ezra is difficult. It’s hard on the live stream I ran earlier, which had close to ten thousand viewers tuning in, with him nearby. I allowed them to talk with Ezra, ask him questions about his job, his systems, how he interacts with people in need, and what kind of cases the ACU solves. My moderators worked hard to get rid of trolls and needless hate speech. Obviously, not all my followers have warmed up to him, and I’ve lost a few.
But I’ve gained hundreds more, including Lucy Warren. That was a bit of a shock. A follow from the queen of pro-bionics? Incredible.
With the pancake feed still going on, it’s hard to focus on anything but him. Everything has been running smoothly, andthere’s been a lull in the crowd, and I was feeling like I might just die if I didn’t feel his hands and his lips on me, right there and then. When I said I forgot something in my car, he offered to accompany me. It wasn’t hard to convince him of the rest: sweaty, shameless, deliriously sinful sex in his backseat. I’ve never felt like a bad girl before. I kinda like it.
“Shall I try the vibrating technique again?” Ezra rumbles, his hands coming to rest on my rear.
“I don’t think we have time for another round.” I lean in and kiss him, My body aches, sore from being pushed to my limits. We did it three times last night. I wrap my arms around him. “This is what I like most of all anyway.”
“What?”
“Being held by you.”
His eyes shine, his camera-like pupils dilating. I know I’ve said the right thing by how his backlights flicker and shine. I’m not lying either. Ezra’s arms around me make me feel safe, warm, and wanted.
I toy with his coal black hair, running my fingers through it as I gaze up into his face. “We should probably fix ourselves up and head back before we get in trouble.”
“Everything’s winding down.” Ezra leans down and presses a few kisses against my rosy nipples. He seems to be a breast guy. Whenever we lie entangled after another lovemaking session, he has to touch them in some way. “We aren’t needed.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Deion has things covered.”
So many thoughts and fantasies, both realistic and impossible, run through my head all at once as I gaze into his eyes. There are so many things I could say, that I want to say, that I can’t bring myself to. I decide to stick to what’s safe. “This was amazing.”
Ezra rests his forehead against mine. “It was.”
More than my own thoughts, I want to know his. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” I whisper, rubbing his arm.
“I’d rather not.” He disentangles himself from me with a soft chuckle, fixing his clothes. I swiftly do the same, pulling my dress down. “It’s probably a discussion best left until later.”
In an instant, I’m on guard and hyper-aware. What the hell does he mean by that? I tug at my dress here and there, making sure everything is where it should be. “Did I do something wrong?”
