Man-Droid the Orgasmatron (Siren Publishing Classic) by Doris O'Connor Read Free Book Online Page B

enemy. It is far easier to just grit your teeth and get it over with, but after last year’s fiasco, I couldn’t go on my own again.”
    A shudder went through Beth as she recalled the little weasel-like accountant Sam had decreed would make the perfect partner for Beth.
    “Just once I want to be able to walk in there without feeling inferior, and before you say anything, I know I am allowing her to make me feel like that. Yadda, yadda, yadda, I’ve heard it all before, and I know it’s childish, but to wipe that superior smile off her face just once. Fuck it, it would be akin to winning the lottery I reckon.”
    Elliot’s chest shook in silent laughter against her back, and Beth’s lips, too, twitched.
    “I know what you’re thinking, you know. It’s stupid and—”
    “Enough of that. You can’t help your feelings, and take it from me, your feelings are too precious to ignore.” His hold on her tightened, and when she turned her head he kissed her with so much passion and need, Beth couldn’t shake the knowledge seeping into her bones. He wasn’t talking about her feelings or the reunion anymore. Her heart did a fast two-step in her too-tight chest, and she kissed him back with all the emotion she didn’t dare voice out loud.
     
    * * * *
     
    Elliot rubbed his thumb over the back of Beth’s hand, grateful for the fact that his body was capable of sustaining forces far stronger than the white-knuckled grip she had on his fingers. Had he been human, he would not be able to feel his fingers, let alone use them. Anxiety had his little Beth in its firm, debilitating grip as they followed the butler through to the ballroom, where the reunion was being held. At first Elliot had thought their taxi driver must have gotten the directions wrong, but a quick check of his internal satellite navigation system told him they were on the right track. The mansion that had appeared at the end of the long driveway was indeed the residence of Sam and Oliver Barnett.
    Elliot had whistled under his breath, and Beth had rolled her eyes and snorted her disgust.
    “Told you, she’s fucking loaded.”
    What was more concerning as far as Elliot was concerned was the fact that his scouring of data files had drawn a blank on the exact nature of Oliver Barnett’s association with the government. Whilst Elliot would eventually be able to hack through any security measure this planet had ever invented, it would take time. Time he didn’t have right now, his first priority the woman stumbling in her high heels. He put his other arm round her waist and drew her in front of him, just as the butler announced their arrival to the crowded room.
    “Miss Bethany Devlin and guest.”
    A temporary hush descended upon the crowded room, and Beth stiffened against him. He dropped a kiss on her rapidly beating pulse point, and she relaxed, marginally at least.
    “You look stunning, my sweet. You’re a beautiful, talented, young woman, who could wipe the floor with any of these people present. And I can’t wait to take you home so that I can take this sinful dress off you and fuck you until we both can’t see straight.”
    “Elliot!” Beth’s voice was an outraged whisper of a response, but her shoulders heaved in a silent chuckle, and he smirked.
    She did look stunning. When she had emerged out of her bedroom, his dick had done the equivalent of a reverse bungee jump and had tested the endurance of his tailored tux ever since. Elliot was getting used to his cock having a mind of its own. As disconcerting as the experience had been at first, Beth seemed reassured by his inability to control that appendage, and for her he could put up with any amount of discomfort. And it blooming, well, was uncomfortable. How human males put up with this affliction their entire lives was beyond him right now.
    He discreetly adjusted himself, using the cover of Beth’s full skirt, and this time she did laugh when she noticed. Their gazes connected, and the