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“Not really. This is technically the third floor. Second floor is administrative and storage. Our dispatcher hangs out there. The crews bunk on the main floor. They’ll never get rid of this area, though. It’s part of the building, and kids love to try it out when schools come through on field trips.”
If we hadn’t just snuck in here, I would totally slide down this pole. As though I needed another reason to find Nolan completely adorable, now I’m picturing a small mob of children crawling all over him. “Do you hang around to meet the kids on field trips?”
“Absolutely.” Nolan sniffs, folding his arms as he straightens with mock self-importance. “It’s my main function. Gotta get kids excited about fire safety.”
“You are so damn cute.” Laughing softly, I reach for him. He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me.
“I am not cute,” he replies with a playful scoff. “I am a forty-thousand-dollar bionic BNF12B8 emergency unit. I’m anything but cute. Take it back.”
I trail my hand across his synthetic cheek. “Never.”
He leans into my hand, gazing down at me as we share a moment of silence, feeling the electricity between us, the energy moving between our bodies.
“Can I ask you something?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“How worried should I be about you? About fires and TerraPura?”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about fires. I can withstand a lot. Wildfires, they’re where things might get dicey. TerraPura—well, you saw what happened.”
“Can you promise you’ll always return to me?” I murmur.
“I can promise I’ll always try.” His hands rest at the small of my back, his fingers tracing circles just above the curve of my rear.
I lean up on my tiptoes to kiss him, and his mouth crashes hungrily into mine. His tongue pushes past my lips as I wrap my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers over his hair, allowing myself to finally let everything go, drunk on his taste and the way his hands slide lower, cupping my ass.
“Apollo has a lot of nerve.” His voice is low, reverberating in his chest as he pulls me closer, allowing me a moment to breath. He’s so warm. The sound of his voice just inches from my ear is intoxicating. “Hiding you in California for so long. If you’d been there at my activation . . .”
“I’ve thought about that too. Wondering if I wasted time, wishing I’d come here sooner.” I tease another kiss until he grows impatient and claims my mouth again.
“Two years we could’ve been doing this,” he replies, toying with the fabric of my dress between two fingers. He pauses, studying me, silently asking me for permission.
Permission granted. Within moments every button has popped and I’m gasping as his teeth graze the flesh of my neck. I answer by loosening his belt. “Guess we should make up for lost time?”
Nolan takes handfuls of my rear and pushes his hips into me. I gasp softly, feeling the outline of his hardened dick being my legs. Heat instantly shoots through me, pooling at my core.
“As many times as necessary, and more.” His voice has dropped even deeper, tantalizing me. “Don’t you agree?”
“Yes,” I breathe, and he silences me with another passionate kiss, his tongue searching for mine.
8
Nolan
Mia is driving my gratification drive absolutely wild, my ivory blood already sensing my temperature rising and circulating swiftly to cool my circuits. The irony isn’t lost on me.
I’m designed to withstand fifteen-hundred-degree temperatures—three times what fire turnout gear can survive. But this little woman in front of me has me threatening to overheat. Mia’s got me caught in a whirlwind of fire and passion, and I don’t want to put on the brakes.
I undress her slowly, unzipping the back of her black dress and slipping her sleeves off her arms, admiring her soft skin, the curves of her breasts accentuated by a lace bra. “You’re so beautiful, Mia,” I whisper, grazing my fingertips along her sides. Her hands are impatient, exploring me. If she continues, what’s left of my resolve will snap in two. I take her wrists. “Slow down. Let me look at you.”
She pouts, and I respond by kissing her hard, suckling on her lower lip. She makes swift work of my black uniform shirt, peeling it off me as she claims my mouth with just as much fervor.
So eager. My dick is already initialized, rock hard in my pants.
But I want to take my time. With a little snap, I’ve unhooked her bra clasp behind her neck and again beneath her shoulder blades. Her breasts spill out in plain view for me to drink in.
Suddenly, I’m a man dying of thirst.
