Interlocking Hearts by Roxy Mews

incident. She took the cute part as a compliment and moved on. “You shouldn’t wave sex in front of a sex-starved woman if you aren’t going to follow through.”
    “I somehow doubt a woman with your breasts and stunning skin is hurting for male company in the bedroom.”
    “Just because I’ve had sex recently doesn’t mean I don’t want more.”
    “No. I guess it just means that it wasn’t any good.”
    Paisley leaned back. “I’ll have you know, all the guys I have ever been with walk away extremely satisfied.”
    He leaned forward until he invaded her personal bubble to the point of it popping and dripping down her insides. His breath was warm and smelled like the cinnamon in the drink they’d had. “If it was with a real man, he would have satisfied you . And trust me, if you had been with someone like me, neither one of us would be able to walk.”
    Paisley could really use an excuse not to walk. There was a lot of responsibility and important shit on her shoulders at the moment, and she couldn’t think of any reason not to blow it all off. She didn’t start until tomorrow. She could do totally inappropriate things with a certificate of humanity applicant this afternoon and still have time to recover.
    So she did.
    Paisley leaned over and before he had time to move, she placed her hand on his wide thigh to stabilize herself. Her lips touched his and the cinnamon taste amplified on her tongue when she licked him.
    She used the leverage to pull herself forward and grip the back of his head. Instead of being surprised, or slow to catch on, like most men, he looped his arms under her knees and in one swift motion, slid her forward onto his lap.
    Paisley’s suit skirt wasn’t skin tight, but it wasn’t made to play ride the robot. She heard the fabric tear at the hem. The skirt rode up once it ripped to the side of her hip. She didn’t really care. The bar was empty. She glanced in the mirror at the wide-eyed bartender.
    Almost empty.
    Sliding her hand from between her leg and his, Paisley used a second hand to try and pull her roboman back for enough air to talk. He wasn’t having it. His arms wrapped around her and, with a hand at her nape and the other at her ass, he slid her forward even further into his grip.
    Paisley groaned at the friction against her body. She felt him harden right beneath her pussy, and with hardware like that, even with clothes between them, it was pretty obvious Robohippie’s stogie was ready to smoke.
    The alcohol and the heat between them was too good to ruin with the possibility of being arrested for public fornication. Paisley’s eyes rolled back into her skull as he thrust his hips against hers, and she felt that big package throb. No. Throb wasn’t the right word. Holy hell, his cock was vibrating. Paisley felt the pulse bring her clit out of hiding and her happy button went sprinting toward climax at record pace.
    The spontaneity and the thrill at the possibility of being caught in public was doing incredible things for her. Not to mention her body was already going into high gear with how that beautiful mechanical cock of magic would feel deep inside her pussy.
    Paisley rocked her core over him as he wound his hips in circles, hitting more right spots than she knew she possessed. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit. Her eyes popped open at the sudden sting, and then he kicked whatever that was in his pants into high gear and Paisley went off like a rocket. She rode one long orgasm from peak to valley while staring into his intense eyes.
    He finally let go of her tongue and dialed back the robocock.
    “Let’s adjourn to my quarters,” He nodded toward the back of the bar. “I really don’t want to hear the bartender jack off. With how sexy you sound when you come, I couldn’t blame the guy for doing it, but I’d rather focus on your orgasms.”
    Paisley bet her next round of drinks would be made with some top shelf alcohol at no extra charge, but she