She shook her head. “Not a chance.”
“Well, seeing as how we’re already late…”
Her dimple deepened. “Are you thinking to add to my vocabulary?”
“Ever heard the phrase ‘going down’?” he asked, quirking a wicked eyebrow.
Marika’s eyes glittered with happiness. “I’m assuming it has a meaning other than directional?” At his nod, she whispered, “Tell me.”
“Better yet, I’ll show you, cher.”
About Delilah Devlin
Delilah Devlin is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of erotica and sexy romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing deliciously edgy stories with complex characters. She has published over a hundred sixty erotic stories in multiple genres and lengths, and she is published by Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Grand Central, Harlequin Spice, HarperCollins: Mischief, Kensington, Kindle, Kindle Worlds, Montlake Romance, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.
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If you love a longer science fiction romance story, check out Delilah’s PLANET DESIRE series:
Desire’s Prisoner
Love on the edge of the galaxy…
For Captain Adam Zingh, the mission is simple—acquire one hundred wives for him and his crewmates to help colonize a new planet, far from Dominion rule. Rescuing prisoners from penitentiary in deep space should have been a simple in and out operation. The women would be grateful for a second change at freedom, or so he thought. However, he hadn’t yet encountered the stubborn captain of the prison ship.
When pirates overtake their ship, Evena McClure resists, mindful of her duty to protect the women under her command as well as her impending pardon.
The pirate and the prisoner have only a week to seduce the other side to their will.
A pirate’s parlay has never been so sweet!
Desire’s Slave
Love on the edge of the galaxy…
After a fellow convict is murdered on her watch, Calandra Jones escapes the ship of the pirates who liberated the convicts, determined to make it on her own. She doesn’t need anyone and doesn’t want anyone depending her ever again. Just as she’s attempting to arrange passage on another ship headed for a mining colony, she’s abducted by a handsome trader bent on offering her for sale at a potentate’s auction.
Drago Chavez doesn’t understand Calandra’s opposition to his plan. As a concubine or wife to a powerful man, she would be pampered and influential. No woman he’s ever placed has complained about being sold into the arms of a caring owner. Besides, his acquisition of the rebellious beauty is his entrée into a lucrative and exclusive market.
Calandra considers Drago’s goal nothing short of sexual slavery and vows to seduce the trader into changing his mind about offering her for sale. A sensual storm erupts during their desert odyssey that culminates when Calandra is sold, and Drago must decide whether he trusts their love enough to launch a rescue.
Planet Desire
Love in a brave, new world…
Ex-pirate, now Governor Cantor Marlowe is drowning in femininity. Perfumes assail him morning, noon, and night. And the voices! High and trilling when calling to attract his interest. Low and throaty when whispering dark and sexy promises in his ears. Loud and strident when bringing their never-ending complaints for him to resolve.
As colonists on a new world, Cantor and his fellow pirates have entered a pact to set down roots, self-govern without Dominion interference, and raise families on an uninhabited planet at the edge of the known universe. Who would have thought the female convicts they’d liberated to make their wives would have so much to complain about in paradise? It’s no wonder he itches to be free and return to pirating.
Martha knows how to pick a lock. What the little thief can’t figure out is how to steal Cantor’s heart. When Cantor’s head is turned by the arrival of an innocent harem girl, Martha fears she’s lost her chance at love—until the young woman turns to Martha for a little lesson in love.
While Martha and her new best friend set out to seduce the stubborn pirate, Cantor discovers a dragon lurking in paradise…
The Pleasure Bot
Bringing new meaning to battery operated boyfriend…
Priscilla Potter rents the latest sex toy, a better-than-lifelike pleasure robot, for a little weekend R&R. However, her fantasy companion isn’t quite what she expected. He’s unshaven, uncouth, and doesn’t seem to understand she’s in charge of her own pleasure. But she soon decides the on-line shop got the order just right. As the weekend draws to a close, she has to find a way to keep her robot past its return date.
Bootlegging “entrepreneur” Declan O’Hanlon needs a place to lay low until he can figure out how to liberate his crew and ship from Customs impound. The “uninhabited” house he picks for his hideout actually belongs to a sex kitten who mistakes him for her latest toy. Intrigued by the idea of being a woman’s fantasy come true, Declan does what any red-blooded man would do—he pretends to be her acquisition. But he doesn’t count on Priss being quite so irresistible. As the time depart nears he wonders how he can ever leave her behind.
Raptor’s Desire
She’s held captive by her dream lover…
After a month-long sleep filled with dreams of a dark-skinned lover in a glass castle beneath the sand, Captain Andromeda O’Keefe awakens in her suspension chamber to discover her dangerous cargo has escaped. Worse, naked and at his mercy, she learns her sexy, forbidden dreams weren’t hers alone.
Khalim Padja of the Raptor Clan has a date with a prison cell. Using his dream-share gift, he invades the wary captain’s dreams to seduce her. But time is running short to win her heart and his freedom.
Read an excerpt from THE PLEASURE BOT…
“Aaa—gnes!” Priscilla shouted again, and then paused to kick off her heels before continuing on to her bedroom. “What’s with you? Are you still sulking about me threatening to pull your grid?”
“Of course not,” Agnes replied, in a monotone. “I’m just a hunk of cells, no real intelligence, no feelings to hurt.”
Priscilla rolled her eyes and reached for the first button at the top of her white blouse. “So when is it arriving?”
“It?”
“My Pleasure Bot.”
“Oh, about your new toy…”
“Aaa—gnes?” Her hands froze on button number three. “Don’t tell me they can’t deliver.”
“No, no.”
“Whew! You had me worried there.” She continued unbuttoning her blouse, letting her mind roam to the coming hours. Already her body was juiced at the thoughts of the wicked things she wanted to try with her life-like, better-than-life-sized robot.
“Well, I just wanted to remind you of a few things first.”
“Like?” She hoped like hell Agnes wasn’t going to give her the list of the manufacturer’s disclaimers.
“You were promised life-like.”
“Yeah, yeah. Down to the wet tongue and hangnails, I’m sure.” She finished with the last button and peeled off the shirt.
“Just so you know, it’s also programmed to believe it’s a real person—to enhance the experience.”
The word “enhance” was the only one her mind registered. All day long, the thought of all that “enhanced” hardware aimed at providing her the ultimate pleasure had put heat in her cheeks and a bounce in her step. Her skirt joined the heap on the floor. “All right. Is there more?”
“Um…it’s in the kitchen.”
Priscilla’s body revved into hyperdrive, and she headed out of her bedroom. “Why didn’t you say so? It eats?”
“Probably does a lot of things even more disgus
ting in the name of realism.”
“Wow! Pinnacle’s going to make a fortune. I wonder if they need an ad woman.”
She reached to push the kitchen door, but it swung toward her, and she stepped back with a gasp. A tall, disheveled—shirtless—man stepped through. Her gaze swept over him in shock. “Agnes! Just what did you put in my profile?”
“Why, boss?”
Her hand swept over his shoulder and a muscle rippled beneath her palm. She jerked away her hand. “It’s…brawny. I prefer lean.” She backed away and looked up. “Dark hair? I like blond. And it’s hairy.” She sniffed. “Oh, and it stinks! Did you tell them I wanted a dark stinky man?”
The bot’s narrowed brown gaze followed her as she paced in front of him. His face grew a blustery red.
“They have a few kinks to work out in this model.” She waved an encompassing hand at him. “It does understand English, doesn’t it Agnes?”
“Sure does,” Agnes said, her voice sounding a little strangled.
The bot’s eyes slitted.
“Well, at least they got that much right.” Priscilla eyed his wide, hairy chest. The muscle beneath the sun-dark skin looked well developed…hard. She might be able to get past all the dark hair—the body was mighty distracting. “Let me see what my money’s buying. Take off the rest of your clothes.”
When the bot didn’t move, she huffed and reached for the leather belt. A large, hard hand closed over hers and pushed her away. She glanced up in alarm. The look on the bot’s face could have curdled milk. “Agnes? It looks angry.”
From between gritted teeth, the bot said, “It prefers to be called he.”
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