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varying degrees of curiosity on his face. Marque was positioned at the head of the table, but Chavis Smith was standing to his right, obviously addressing the group. Marque glanced up at him. “What did you say?”
    “Not me. You . You sort of… moaned. Are you feeling okay?”
    Fuck. She’s done it again.
    Marque felt his face flush. “I’m fine,” he snapped. “Where were we?”
    “The production schedule.”
    “Continue.”
    Marque heard Chavis start speaking again, but for the life of him, Marque couldn’t follow a word the man was saying. Were these meetings really so incredibly boring? Why did he hold them daily , for God’s sake? His brain was much more interested in the intriguing topic of J’s suction device.
    Okay, so kissing her had probably not been the best way to probe for the apparatus in her mouth. His tongue hadn’t been able to discern anything other than her mechanical teeth and tongue. But damn, when he’d tasted her tongue…
    It could so easily have been a human tongue. She’d played with him, teased him, responded to him, and dear God, when she’d taken control it had become an almost human kiss. He’d lost himself in it, willingly surrendering to her soft wet heat and her clever velvet tongue. That is, until he’d realized once again that he’d lost command of the situation, and then shoved her away from him.
    Shit.
    Marque ran a hand through his hair.
    Even fucking her from behind hadn’t helped to reestablish his control. She was so damned tight. Perfect in every position. He’d been at her mercy just as much as she’d been at his.
    Okay, so maybe he’d been a little rough with her during anal sex. But it’s not like he could hurt her. She was a machine, for Christ’s sake! She’d been deliciously tight but also damn easy to slide into. Pre-lubricated; she’d said so herself. And wasn’t it the very mechanical tightening of her beautiful ass that had made him come with the force of a roaring cannon?
    Fuck. I’m hard again just thinking about it. He shifted uncomfortably on his conference room chair.
    So then, why had she acted like he’d hurt her? And why could he have sworn there were tears in her eyes when she’d turned her head on the mattress to look at him?
    He’d apologized, and then cursed himself for a fool. The illusion of tears was surely just a trick of the light reflecting off those very mechanical starburst eyes of hers. She was a robot. Once again, he was the one giving her human characteristics.
    Idiot.
    He’d resolved right then and there to be done with her. He would not let anyone, much less a Beautiful Doll, get under his skin like this. No matter how much of an expert she was at sex.
    Still… her parting words had brought him up short, and haunted him even today.
    Come back tomorrow, Marque. Please.
    Why had she outright begged him like that? Would things go badly for her if he didn’t return? Would she be given to another man, since Marque had bailed before his week was up?
    Why would she care if that happened? Why should he care?
    He frowned, considering.
    If he didn’t go back to Beautiful Dolls, J would most likely become the plaything of another high-powered businessman. J…Beautiful Dolls’ most life-like model…with another man’s hands on her perfect body. Another man fucking her in any position he chose. Another man’s cock inside her amazing mouth.
    “Not acceptable. Don’t you agree, Marque?”
    Marque’s jaw tightened.
    J with another man? Damn right it wasn’t acceptable.
    Wait a minute…
    “What?” Marque’s vision came back into focus. Shit, was this production meeting still going on? “What now?”
    Chavis momentarily looked taken aback at Marque’s brusque tone, and then he straightened. “We’re short again this month.”
    Marque went cold. “Short? That’s impossible. We were running exactly on schedule last week.” 
    Last week. Before J. Before his life had been thrown into upheaval. A lifetime