Torrid Teasers Volume 21
Page 5
Epilogue
"Maybe we could do a little fine tuning on Zand One,” Teena remarked, as she gazed down at the plans on the desk Zand had installed at his new and much bigger home unit. He grinned knowingly, as he watched his senetted mate pour eagerly over the additional plans he had for his first pleasure ‘droid. The plans would have consumed the old Zand; but since Teena had come into his life, he was learning to take the time to enjoy the pleasures he'd afforded other people with the purchase of his ‘droids, but had denied himself.
She looked lovely and soft in the flowing sheer material of the zanthus she wore, and Zand couldn't resist the urge to stand behind her and slide his arms around her swollen belly, nibbling on her neck as he did so.
Teena giggled and complained, “I'm serious, Zand,” and swatted at his groping hands.
"I know you are, desmar. Only my little tech would be considering a circuitry overhaul on a pleasure ‘droid with her imminent birthing at hand."
"Oh, you ... “she squealed when Zand's searching hand tweaked an engorged nipple. “Mmmmm...” She relented and turned in his arms so she could slide into them.
She let Zand have his way until they both got so carried away, that soon he had her stretched out on his desk, covering the robotics plans with her body.
When Zand began a slow sensual journey down her face toward her neck, Teena asked breathlessly, “Zand?"
He looked up at her face. “Yes, sweet?"
"You are happy about it, aren't you?” she asked uncertainly.
Zand chuckled. His little techie was still insecure in some ways, but Zand knew, with patience, he could convince her of how much she meant to him. Leaning back upward to kiss her lips, he told her, “Deliriously happy, desmar. Why else would I have forfeited all that revenue and demand I be given to you as mate?” Between kisses, he added, “I couldn't...” another kiss, “stand,” another, “the thought of,” nibble, “anyone else mated to you."
Teena squirmed when Zand rubbed his hands up under the diaphanous material of her zanthus, caressing her legs, moving ever closer to her heat. “Zand?"
"Yes?” he murmured, as he enjoyed the feel of her responsive body, kissing her face down to the line of her jaw.
"You are my soul,” she whispered to him.
Zand looked down at her impassioned face with awe. “As you are mine, love,” he said to the mate of his soul. He thanked Jardem every day for having delivered her to him.
Teena slid her arms around his neck and whispered, “Take me, Zand."
He smiled again as his lips hovered above hers. “It would be my pleasure, love.” And he resumed his caresses until he had her mindless and responsive beneath him once again.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Michelle has been writing science fiction erotic romance for a few years now, and can't think of a better way to have fun. She has several credits to her name, including the novella The Love Machine published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.
She is a member of the Winter Park Writers Group. You can visit her website at www.michelle-oneill.com.
Cheri learned to love reading romances of all genres at a young age. In her mid-twenties, she realized the spicier the romance the better she liked it. So, it's no surprise she likes to write as spicy as she likes to read.
Cheri was born in South Louisiana, but after years of traveling with her military husband of twenty-two years, she now resides in Maryland.
For your reading pleasure, we invite you to visit our web bookstore
* * * *
* * * *
WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
www.whiskeycreekpress.com
* * *
Visit www.whiskeycreekpress.com for information on additional titles by this and other authors.