Don't Fall In Love With Your Sex Robot
Chapter Thirteen
"Unless what?"
"You ask me what you really wanted to ask me."
Bwak. Bwak. Bwak. Chester blinked at her, his voice frozen with fear. He managed to swallow the knot clogging his throat, but his heart thrummed a nervous beat.
Logically, they should be trying to figure out what to do about the rampaging sex robots. Practically, they should be devising plans and refining solutions. Ideally…ideally, they should…they should …
"I want to fuck you, Shannon," he blurted. He flushed, his face burning with mortification. "That sounded crass. I'm sorry."
To his shock, Shannon unzipped her jeans then grabbed his hand and pushed it against her lacy panties. Panic shot through him.
"Feel that?" she said. "Your words did that, Chester. Tell me, sugar—what can your cock do to me?"
Chester took her into his arms and kissed her silly. She tasted like peaches. Yeah, like warm peach pie—all sweet and spice.
