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I stopped, mind whirring over data about human beings and their concepts of sexual maturity, appropriate age of consent, and acceptable age disparities for romantic partners. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Ah, so Rohn wasn't lying when he called you a kid." I used the term teasingly. I may be programmed to be older than her—despite being newly minted—but Aubrey was still an adult and within an acceptable age range of my own, much to my satisfaction.
"I'm not a child." Her mouth was knit in a firm, defiant line. Even if she was annoyed with me, she was no longer frowning. I smiled at that and looked her up and down.
"No, you are not,” I tilted my chin in agreement, not wanting to irk her further. "But you are young, at least for your profession."
She sighed and set aside the parts in her hand, a partially formed penile attachment flopping to the table. I tried not to wince. It wasn’t attached to me yet, but that was my dick she tossed aside.
“Rohn and the others call me Kid, Kiddo, Pipsqueak. Roger even calls me "Baby Girl" on occasion.”
I growled, the angry thrum of my gears emanating from my chest. “That seems inappropriate for a work colleague.”
I was conveniently ignoring the fact that I was technically her work project and fighting my attraction to her… and now jealousy at this Roger.
She waved me off. “It would feel lecherous if they weren't all like brothers—well, more like uncles for most of them. I get them and they get me in that bond that comes with working together for years. Besides, they know I’m damned good at what I do.” She gave me a cocky grin then turned back to her work, picking up my discarded dick.
The sight of her fingers around the shaft pleased me. It looked much better in her hands than it had sitting lonely on the table, despite knowing in every fiber of my processors that it was illogical.
Aubrey stood and stretched, pulling each arm across her body in sequence so that her shoulders flexed under her tank. I followed the movement of every muscle. She shuffled over to her shelves, rifling through various bags of solution until she lifted one with a pale blue, viscous liquid inside. “This is the one they’ve ordered.”
I cocked my head. “The one what?”
Aubrey laughed, presenting the bag forward to me. “The prostatic fluid. You asked me about it earlier.”
Oh, that. I had completely forgotten…
“It has a warm, tingling sensation. It's supposed to prolong orgasm, and trigger an orgasm in your partner when you have one."
Images of human faces flushed with rapture, mouths in wide o’s or biting into their lips played through my mind. My database worked swiftly to help me understand the word.
I wondered what Aubrey would look…
No. I had to get a hold of myself. I cleared my throat, the grind of gears mimicking the natural sound. It wasn’t actually necessarily, but was a mannerism I saw humans make. “That’s nice. I’d like to keep that.”
The only reason I was interested in any of the features was the idea of her, skin pebbled with sweat and pressed against my plates, even if it would only ever be a fantasy.
She nodded and came back to review the rest of the features of the company’s plans, none the wiser to my inappropriate thoughts.
I planned to keep it that way.
Aubrey
Sparks flew asI hammered the metal nice and thin on the anvil, but they weren’t the only ones. But was I imagining it?
It felt like there was a chemistry building slowly in the workshop. I couldn’t help but look at AL.X, nor did I miss how his head quickly swiveled away when I did, as if he had been watching me. Small touches where his fingers trailed my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Energy seemed to crackle between us when he leaned over me to look over a feature I wanted his opinion on.
The sexual tension was as thick as the blue fluid now in AL.X’s mechanical balls, and I had no idea what to do with it.
Don’t think about his balls.
Even now I could feel his heated gaze, a shiver of awareness spreading through my body despite the blazing heat of my forge. My cheeks were hot, heart racing, and neither had anything to do with the molten metal in my tongs.
I should not be so tempted by him. There was no denying that he was a beautiful android—he was formed with desire in mind—but the thoughts that went through my head were far beyond appreciative acknowledgement.
They were ones I would revisit tonight in my bed when I could finally alleviate the ache in my pussy that seemed constant with him around. My curls tickled my cheeks as I shook my head to dislodge the thoughts, lust replaced with shame.
