Santa Six

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Christmas Cookie: Santa Six B.J. McCall Divorced and eager to begin her new life, Anni Marks attends a Santa auction on Celestial Desires, an adult entertainment space station. On auction, twelve handsome younger men and one night of holiday pleasure. To earn extra money, Niko Dante takes on an extra holiday duty. As Santa Six he’s up for auction. He’s never done the sex for money thing, but one beautiful bidder gives him a night he’ll never forget. Sometimes the best presents are unexpected.

Chapter One Wearing precision magnification goggles, Niko Dante adjusted the robot’s pressure sensors. “Bliss.” The pleasure bot opened her blue eyes. Lying on a laboratory table, the bot’s thighs were spread, her feet high in the air. Niko stood between her legs. “Niko.” “Initiate sensor test.” Niko glanced at the numbers and symbols scrolling across the screen. Pleased with the test results, he picked up a pressure gage, a robotic replica of a phallus. The ultra-sensitive gage was one of the most expensive available in the galaxy. “Initiate copulation.” In slow increments Niko inserted the gage inside the bot’s undulating pleasure cavity. The bot squeezed and released with each simulated thrust. He pushed the gage deeper, burying all ten inches. “Maximum pressure.” Moving the gage in-and-out, Niko watched the screen. Satisfied with the results, he ended the test. Bliss’s mechanical muscles relaxed and Niko withdrew the gage. With practiced skill he resealed the bot’s skin covering the control board buried inside her belly. Any client purchasing a session with Bliss would never see or feel the chips, sensors and mechanisms beneath the soft, pliable skin layers and silky, golden curls. Niko removed the goggles. “Initiating live test.” The pleasure bot raised her head and winked at him. Although programmed, her reactions were so natural Niko winked back before sliding two fingers inside Bliss’s slick, lubricated channel. She wriggled her hips in a suggestive response and tugged sensually on his fingers. The bot levered her weight on her elbows. A smile curved her

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lips and her eyes glittered. If Niko hadn’t intimate knowledge of the bot’s internal structure, he’d believe Bliss was real. Niko removed his fingers and separated the seam of his temperature-regulated skinsuit, opening the garment from neck to crotch. Perfecting false realism was his job and Niko refused to submit a paying client to a pleasure bot he wouldn’t trust with his own dick. With sensual grace, Bliss rose from the table and slid to her knees. Gently, she wrapped her slender hand around his cock and took him inside her hot mouth. Instantly, his body reacted, blood rushing to his cock. Her flexible tongue swirled around the sensitive crown and down the underside, making him hard as stone. She swallowed him, taking him to the root, formed her soft pink lips around the thick base of his cock and suckled. He gripped her head, filling his hands with her silky hair. Her rhythm and motion were so natural, he rolled his hips. Close to climax, Niko stepped back, popping his swollen cock out of Bliss’s mouth. Without prompting, the bot turned and planted her hands on the lab table. Leaning forward, she stood on her toes with legs spread and angled her ass into the air. “Niko’s favorite position.” Bliss’s responses never failed to amaze him. “You never forget a client’s pleasure,” he said, caressing the perfect curve of her ass. “Client’s desires and pleasures are retained in my memory cells.” Oblivious to the cold, he fisted his throbbing cock and pushed the head inside Bliss’s juicy vagina. The lubricant secreted by the bot’s pleasure cavities contained chemical enhancers guaranteeing the client an amazing climax. Thrusting deep, Niko pounded his cock into Bliss’s wet heat. She squeezed with the exact amount of pressure, emitted gasps of pleasure, making it difficult to remember he was fucking a robot. The moment he came, Bliss moaned and complimented his performance in a sultry voice. “Your cock felt so good.”

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Grinning, Niko sucked in a couple of deep breaths and wiped the perspiration off his forehead with the back of his hand. He knew Bliss hadn’t felt a damn thing. “Do you always come so quickly?” Niko started, pulled out of the bot and turned. Tessina, the famous and not yet forty owner of Celestial Desires, was staring at his flagging cock. “Sorry, no one is usually in the lab while I’m working,” he began, aware of the heat creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “I always run a live test before releasing the bots for duty.” “Relax, Niko.” Walking toward him, Tessina swept a lock of long, black hair behind her bejeweled ears. “It’s good to know you trust your skill enough to put your dick on the line instead of those of my paying customers.” Niko tucked his cock inside his skinsuit and sealed the seam. Before he reached his navel, Tessina stopped him with her index finger. “Hands off, Tessina.” Maggri, Niko’s supervisor, strode into the lab. Hands on her generous hips, Maggri faced her boss. “He’s my best tech and you can’t have him.” Tessina circled his navel with her fingertip. “I’m missing a Santa and he’s perfect.” Maggri groaned. “He’s more than a pretty face. He’s gifted, here where it really counts.” Maggri pointed to her head. “He’s skilled, has experience with Marks Robotics. I need him.” Smiling, Tessina looked him up and down. “So do I. He’s young, handsome and blessed with the ability to blush. My holiday clients will love him. Just one night then you can have him back.” Niko didn’t like being discussed like he was a bot, but he needed his job. “I understand you work overtime on a regular basis,” Tessina said. “Do you need the money or just like to work?” “I love the work, but I need the overtime credits.” Niko’s father’s medical bills and ongoing expenses were a financial strain on his family. Maggri knew how

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desperately he needed money. Although he wanted to see his father, Niko had agreed to remain on the space station throughout the holidays and work double shifts. “I have a very lucrative proposition for you. Would you remove your skinsuit?” Niko glanced at Maggri. “I don’t understand.” “Don’t worry, Niko. She can’t force you to accept her proposition.” Niko opened the seam and slid his shoulders out of the suit. He pushed the garment down below his knees and shivered in the cold, sterile laboratory air while Tessina walked around, checking him out from head to toe. Tessina grinned at him. “Thank you, Niko.” While Niko pulled up his suit and resealed the seam Tessina explained the proposition. “Tomorrow night is the annual Santa auction. Santa Six has had an accident and can’t work tomorrow night. I’d like you to fill in for him.” “How lucrative?” “The Santa receives twenty percent of their selling price. The higher the bid, the higher your pay.” The credits would offer his parents some breathing room. “What do I have to do?” “I have a dozen very wealthy clients visiting Celestial Desires for a special night of entertainment. These women will be bidding for the Santa of their choice. The chosen Santa will provide a night of pleasure for the client. Whatever the client desires.” “They’re spending the night before Christmas on a pleasure station instead of on Earth? Why?” Tessina cocked her head to one side. “I don’t ask why, I just provide the service. But the female clients tend to be a little older.” Niko had to bit his tongue to stop asking how old, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t pass up. He just prayed the client wouldn’t look like his mother. “Count me in.” Tessina smiled. “I think you’ll do just fine. Report to Roldolfo in Live Entertainments. He’s handling the Santa training.”

Chapter Two Anni Marks watched the young men dressed in nothing but Santa hats move along the catwalk. Handsome and fit, each was available for purchase. Anni swallowed the lump of excitement forming in her throat. After one full circle, the young men began to pause in front of a different patron, turning slowly, giving the bidder a chance to take a good look. The first to pose before her was blond and built like a weightlifter with bulky arms and legs. Not the type she wanted tonight. Dick bobbing as he strutted past, one flashed a generous smile. Another with penetrating blue eyes rubbed a lean thigh. Anni wouldn’t choose him or any other blueeyed Santa. She needed no reminders of Deric. Her divorce was official and tonight was the first step in reclaiming her life. Deric had wanted her for her money, to save his corporation, and once he’d accomplished his goal he’d ignored her and indulged in his own pleasures. After a year of celibacy, Anni intended to gratify her own needs with one of these handsome studs. A lean built Santa stopped before her. Anni’s breath caught at the stark beauty of his face. His eyebrows were dark slashes above silvery eyes framed with long lashes. His expression uncertain, his movements hesitant and unpracticed, he turned in a slow circle. Straight, dark brown hair poked out beneath the Santa hat, brushed against wide shoulders. His skin wasn’t bronzed or gleaming with oil, but pale and flawless except for a small scar on one hip. He was tall, his arms long and sinewy, his belly flat and his cock promising in its flaccid length.

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Lips parted, Anni lifted her gaze. His eyes widened and his lips trembled then slid into a smile that grabbed her heart, and rocked another needy place. He was the one; she had to have him. Anni glanced at the screen, her gaze flying over the collection of handsome faces. Heart hammering, she touched the image she wanted. Without hesitation, she placed an outrageous bid on Santa Six.

*** The auction concluded and the cock parade over, Niko joined the Santas backstage. “Did you notice the grin on Tessina’s face?” one Santa asked, feigning a punch to another’s midriff. The recipient Santa responded in kind. “Yeah, that means we did good. Kaching!” While the clients paid for the night’s services, Niko and the eleven other men dressed in loose, drawstring pants, in green or red silk. “How about the blonde with the lush tits?” The Santa cupped his hands before his chest. “I’d enjoy a night with her.” Niko palmed his buyer’s naughty list. Red silk sliding against his skin, he hustled to his assigned room. He had no idea which of the women had purchased his services for the night, but Niko knew which woman he wanted. He’d recognized her, but he doubted Anni, the beautiful ex-wife of Deric Marks, remembered him. During the four years he’d been employed by Marks Robotics he’d seen her on several occasions and actually spoken to her twice. Back then she’d worn her long, dark hair in a chic, upswept style. He’d been entranced by her, a woman just beyond his years and well beyond his reach. Tonight, her brown eyes were sparkling, her pupils dilated, a dead giveaway she was high on enhancers. What was the rich, beautiful Anni Marks doing on the Celestial Pleasures space station, bidding on a man to fuck on Christmas Eve?

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As instructed, Niko uncorked a bottle of champagne and filled two flutes. Holiday music poured through ceiling speakers and the fake fireplace and candles provided a cheery atmosphere. Outside a false window, artificial snow fell. Rubbing his hands together, Niko paced, his heart pounding in anticipation with each glance at the huge bed dominating the room, the list of pleasures running through his head. More than a year had passed since he’d had sex with a woman. Since arriving on-station, he’d fucked only bots. The release was necessary, the pleasure welcomed, but the act had become an extension of the job. He had no one to satisfy but himself. Robotic sex would never duplicate the emotional connection possible between two lovers. The connection Niko yearned for and sorely missed. The door hissed open and a woman draped in a white robe, her face hidden in a deep hood, stepped out of a red hover sled decorated like Santa’s sleigh. Niko stood frozen to the spot, heart banging against his chest wall, perspiration beading on his forehead, hoping he’d remember his training, praying he’d get the present he wanted.

Anni waited until the door closed before removing her hood. A flickering fireplace and a multitude of candles lit the room, creating a warm, glowing atmosphere, but her eyes were on the man she’d purchased. His breath hitched. “Welcome.” He started to raise his hand, then lowered it to his side. “I’m Santa, your pleasure slave.” She knew the night ahead represented a working shift for the Santa and the experience was strictly a financial arrangement, but the smile on his face, the light in his eyes said he wasn’t disappointed. Given the negative press coverage of her divorce, she’d requested anonymity. “Hello, Santa. My name is Eve.” His gaze narrowed briefly. “May I help you with your robe, Eve?” Naked beneath, Anni wanted the sexual stimulants she’d purchased to fully kick in and remove the butterflies in her stomach. Once they did, she’d be wild for sex. “I’ll leave it on for now.”

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“A glass of champagne?” “Please.” “Would you like to sit by the fire or relax on the bed?” He spoke quickly and his hand shook slightly as he filled the tall, slender glasses. Perhaps he was as nervous as she. Unlike some of the other young men, Santa Six hadn’t strutted on stage or thrust his hips, shoving his cock right in her face. Anni sat down on the red loveseat before the fireplace. Santa joined her. She accepted the offered glass and took a sip. The cold champagne slid down her throat just as the fiery flash of the enhancers shot through her. Needy flames licked her pussy. Her skin went hot and tight. She took another drink, the crisp liquid cool in her hot mouth. He finished his drink, put the glass aside. Eyes glittering, he cupped her face in his hands, stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Tell me, Eve. What do you want Santa to give you tonight?” She wanted him to put out the fire. His lips settled on hers, softly exploring, with a gentle, unhurried kiss. With slow hands, he moved along the column of her neck, between the loose folds of her robe. His fingertips caressed the slope of her breasts, his thumb raking her nipple. Fire shot through her, racing from the tight points of her nipples to her drenched pussy. She gripped the stem of the flute. His tongue slipped between her lips, moved deep, tasting, teasing, demanding an equal response. She suckled his tongue, dropped the glass and grabbed him. She squeezed and caressed, drowning in the tactile pleasure of hot skin and rock hard muscles. He parted her robe, pushed the material off her shoulders, baring her breasts. Her breath came in short gasps, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. He lifted his head. “So beautiful.” Anni opened her eyes, finding his gaze on her breasts.

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The touch of his mouth on her flesh sent liquid fire coursing through her blood. She cupped his head, her fingers gripping the soft material, the faux fur of his Santa hat. Arching her back, Anni begged for more, more heat, more tongue. He suckled deeply, tugging on her needy flesh, the sensory input exploding in her brain. Burning, she wanted him closer, inside her. The back of his knuckles scraped down her torso, across her belly, through her curls and dipped between her legs. Eager and hot, she welcomed the stroke of his fingers. Heat poured off her skin, muscles trembled in ecstasy. Her breasts ached, her pussy wept. Wanting him naked, she raked her nails down his chest, over his flat belly, clawing at his pants, yanking on the drawstring. The loose material slipped down his lean hips. She grasped his cock. Hot and rock hard, he filled her palm. She stroked him from base to crown and back again, her breath catching at the length and width of him. She’d almost forgotten how good a man felt. Groaning, he shifted his weight, freed his cock from her grasp and slid to his knees. She clenched her fist. His gaze on her thrumming pussy, he knelt between her spread thighs, eased one leg over his shoulder. Gently, he slid his thumbs between her wet lips, exposing her throbbing clit. Hot breath caressed her, the sweep of air an erotic breeze. “Tell Santa what you want.” His husky words penetrated her brain. “Make me scream.” The passionate sweep of his tongue over her clit lifted her ass off the velvetcovered loveseat. Her stomach clenched. Santa’s tongue plunged inside her. Arms flung, she gripped the armrest, the curved top of the loveseat, and held on. Her fingers dug into the velvet as his Santa hat bobbed between her thighs. Skilled lips moved over her trembling flesh, driving her mindless.

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She couldn’t think, only feel. He had control over her, willing her body to react, drawing every morsel of need from her. She’d let him do anything, wanted him to do everything. Crying out, she surged upwards. He gripped her thighs, stilling her bucking hips. Holding her steady, Santa captured her clit, suckling hard. Her brain spinning in an erotic tornado, her climax thundered through her. She thrust her pussy up into his face, every nerve singing and every muscle trembling. A scream tore from her throat. The wild rush over, Anni went limp with pleasure, her arms and legs too heavy to move. “Has Santa made you happy?” She moistened her lips, managed a grin. “Very.”

Niko pulled off the silk pants pooled around his ankles. Hard and aching, his cock stood at maximum attention. The rules demanded he fulfill the client’s request. Anni’s naughty wish list included oral sex, given and received, with climax required. Just the thought of her perfect mouth on him made his cock jerk, ready to come. Heart hammering, he rose, letting his gaze drift from her lush mouth to the triangle of damp curls shielding her pussy. She’d tasted better than any holiday sweet. “Santa’s read your naughty list. Is Eve ready for her present?” Her eyes fluttered open, focused on his cock. Niko swallowed as her lips parted and her slender hand reached out for him. Sitting up in a graceful display of ripe curves, she grasped him firmly at the root. Her hands were hot, her fingers slender, her nails long and painted red. A Santa hat was painted on her thumb telling him she’d anticipated the night’s pleasures. He didn’t want to disappoint her. Tonight, he wanted her to remember him, if only in her dreams. Niko knew she’d haunt his.

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She tugged lightly, ran two fingertips along the underside of his cock, hesitated. “I can feel your heartbeat here.” She pushed her nails into the tight space between his cock and his balls, the touch erotic and edgy. “You throb.” Her nails scraped against his sac, his balls coming to rest in her cupped palm. “If I suck you, will you come in my mouth?” Please. “If you wish.” She looked up at him, squeezed him. “I wish.” When her tongue slid over her upper lip, he nearly came right then. He wasn’t high on enhancers, yet his heart beat wildly, banging against his chest wall, roaring in his ears. She slid to her knees, ran a hand up the back of his thigh. Her lips parted. He worried he’d come the moment she took him in her mouth. The moment came. Her lips soft, her mouth hot and wet, she swallowed him. His knees dipped, his vision went red. Needing something to hold on to, he cupped her head, fisted her silky hair. “Suck me.” Her mouth clamped down on him, tugging, suckling, pulling on his flesh. Pulsing, he held back, wanting more, needing the ecstasy to last. Damn. His muscles tightened, shuddered. Perspiration beaded his forehead, the small of his back, dewed his chest and belly. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass. He clenched his butt cheeks, held on. Her breast skimmed along his damp thigh, the hard point of her nipple skating on his flesh pushing him past the point of no return. He came, spurting hot and fast, the intense release forcing the breath from his lungs, sapping the strength from his legs. She suckled him, easier now, leisurely drawing the remnants of his climax, draining him dry. Smiling, content, he looked down at her. “Santa’s supposed to be giving you presents,” he said between ragged breaths. Grinning, she licked her lips. “You did. You will. What’s next on my list, Santa?”

Chapter Three Santa Six pulled the printed list out of the pocket of his discarded pants. “Riding Santa in his sleigh.” His gaze slid to the carved foot and headboard of the bed. He helped her to her feet, grabbed the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket. Together they crawled onto the sleigh bed, kneeled facing one another. “I’ve lost the glasses.” Laughing, Anni threw back her head and opened her mouth. Tipping the bottle, he poured champagne onto her outstretched tongue. The cold wine bubbled over, dribbling down onto her breast. Her laughter dissolved as he caught the rivulets of champagne with his tongue, captured a drop on her nipple. He pressed her nipple against the roof of his mouth, suckling deep with lips and tongue. Anni grasped him by the hair. Licking and suckling, he tugged greedily on her flesh. By now the hot flood of the enhancers should have passed, but heat poured from her body and flames licked her pussy. Perhaps he used liquid enhancer on his tongue. Anni didn’t care if he did. She just wanted to ride the thick cock sticking out between Santa’s legs. His hands slid from her breasts to her ass as she climbed onto his lap. She grasped his swollen cock, placed the tip to her center and rocked her hips. He gripped her ass and thrust hard, burying his cock deep. “Kiss me while you fuck me.” His request caught her by surprise. Eyes burning hot, he dug his fingers in her buttocks, pulling her tight, rolling her clit on the thick root of him.

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She surged against him, rocked back, slammed down on him hard. Her mouth crushed his and he answered with a nip to her lower lip followed by the deep thrust of both tongue and cock. The intense sensual connection settled into a slow undulation, their bodies pressed tight, moving together. Tongues licked and curled. Heat built, skin slick with perspiration rubbed in concert to a symphony no one else could hear. He held her fast, restricting her movements, building the intensity. With each roll of her hips, her clit ground against his hard flesh and her pussy clenched his length. This lovemaking, slow and tight, was more carnal than anything she’d ever experienced. Anni never wanted it to end. She came in a slow wave, forming and building until she convulsed around him. Her hold eased, her lips sliding from his. Holding her ass in a death grip, he bucked his hips high, rising up on his knees, pounding his flesh into hers. She locked her legs around him, riding each buck and thrust. His hips surged up, his cock slamming deep. With an anguished groan, his body shuddered.

*** Niko wasn’t sure when he’d recover. If any woman had the ability to rouse a man, Anni with her sultry eyes, her sensual mouth and delicious laugh truly inspired one to achieve. His cock was dead, for the moment, but the desire to touch her, love her, remained strong, vibrant. All soft curves and hollows, she lay on her side, facing him with her head pillowed on his arm. Her breath caressed his chest, gentle and steady. “You don’t use enhancers?” “I’ve never had the need. Don’t worry,” he said, running his finger through her long, silky hair. “I’ll finish your list.” She looked up at him, her gaze searching his face. “I’m not concerned with the list. If our night ended right now, I’d be satisfied. I’m flattered you didn’t need enhancers to fuck me.”

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“Anni, you’re beautiful, the most sexy --” She started. Eyes wide, she sat up. “You know my name! How?” He’d forgotten his role, frightened her. Niko reached out. She recoiled. “No one told me. I used to work at the lab. I worked in research and development.” She searched his face. “Marks Robotics?” He nodded. “Niko Dante. We’ve met. You just don’t remember me.” “I remember you. Deric was in a rage because you left the company when we were on the verge of a breakthrough.” “My contract came up for renewal. I was released, falsely accused of selling trade secrets. The supposed violation robbed me of my designer rights. When the final product was released all my designs were used, but not acknowledged.” “Deric blamed you for the delay, accused you of going to work for a competitor.” “Celestial Desires doesn’t design robots.” “Those sensors saved Deric’s company. You traded your skill, your gift to fuck for a living?” A piercing shot straight to the heart. Her fucking ex had blacklisted him, but Niko had always liked Anni and could never understand what she was doing with the bastard. What had he expected? He didn’t mean anything to her other than a passing enhancer-laced fuck. He jumped off the bed, grabbed his stupid Santa pants, yanking them on. “You bought me. Wasn’t I worth the price, Eve?” “I’m sorry. That wasn’t what I meant.” With the evolution of robotics, jobs were scarce and unemployment rates on Earth had soared. The Santas weren’t just pieces of meat, they needed the work, competed with pleasure bots on a daily basis. “I broke the rules. I’m sure Celestial will refund your money.” He strode to the door, slammed his palm against the lock release. She was at his side, her hand on his arm. “Niko.”

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The door slid open. He’d been fucked twice. Her husband had screwed him out of his designs and now she’d -He shook his head. She’d purchased a cock, nothing more. He clenched his fists. He’d fucked up big time. If he lost his job, he had no one to blame but himself. “I insulted you. I’m sorry. You were worth every credit.” She palmed his cheek, slowly turning his face toward her. “I chose you, Niko. I wanted you and I’d pay twice as much to see you again.” The robotic driven Santa sleigh glided to a stop before the door. “I’m sorry.” Niko placed his forefinger to her mouth. Her lips were so soft, so kissable. “I owe you an apology. You asked for anonymity and I should have respected your wishes. I’m sorry, Eve.” “Let’s start over. My name is Anni.” He reached out and tapped the lock disc. The door hissed to a close. She stepped into his arms. “Tell me what you like, Niko.” “What about your list?” “You are my list.” He pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips molded to his and her arms curled around his neck. He pulled her close, crushing her lush breasts to his chest. Her sweet body cradled against his, he deepened the kiss. His heart pounded, his body hummed, every sense aware of Anni. He stumbled toward the bed, taking her with him. Settling his hips between her thighs, he kissed her again. His cock nudged her pussy, the head seating in her hot center. Rocking his hips, he pushed into her slick, tight channel. She lifted her legs, dug her heels into his buttocks, holding him tight. He thrust slow, went deep. Niko lifted his head, opened his eyes and looked into hers.

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Gazes locked, he moved in measured strokes. If only for this one time, he wanted to make love to her, feel the innate, necessary human connection of mind, heart, body and soul. He clasped her hand, fingers locking, palms pressed. “Anni.” The intensity of each stroke rolled through him, each contraction of her slick walls around him taking him to a deeper, more powerful place. A coil of passion encircled his heart, squeezed. Nothing in his short life compared to this moment, this woman. He came, the physical release gripping his balls, his heart. As he poured into her, she said his name, a soft gasp telling him she’d climaxed.

*** Easing his grip on her hand, Niko rested his head on her chest. His breath feathered her skin, tingled her nipples. She slid her fingers through his hair. “I want to see you again.” “Are you gonna have a list?” Humor laced his words. “No list. Let’s make it freestyle.” He lifted his head, looked her in the eyes. “I’m not a sensual companion. I’m a stand-in. Santa Six had an accident. I’m a replacement.” “You don’t --” He shook his head. “I maintain the pleasure bots, work on their sensors, test their responses. I’m a technician.” “Test?” A sheepish grin curved his lips. “The only thing I’ve fucked in the last year is a robot.” He didn’t have a lover, lovers. A warm glow encircled Anni’s heart. “What are you doing for New Year’s?” “Working. I need the overtime.” “I could --” The look in his eyes stopped her cold. “Anni. Are we dating or are you wanting just a night?”

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She wanted Niko. Not just tonight and not just for sex. “Do you mind dating an older woman?” He palmed her face and brushed his lips to hers. “Do you mind dating a younger man?” She shook her head. “The holiday season is really busy, but after the New Year’s, I have a few days off. Meet me for dinner on-planet?” Smiling, Anni nodded and brushed her lips to his. Sometimes the best presents are unexpected.

B.J. McCall A multi-published author of contemporary and futuristic sensual romance, B.J. McCall is a West Virginia native now residing in Northern California. Thanks to an older sister who was a librarian, reading became B.J.’s favorite pastime. B.J.’s idea of the perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon or a day at the beach is reading a romance novel. The phrase “Do what you love” applies to B.J. -- she loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them. Visit her website at www.BJMcCall.com