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  HOW YOU TAKE ME

  AN EROTIC ROMANCE

  (The Sex Machine: Book 3)

  By

  Natalie Kristen

  Copyright © 2013 Natalie Kristen

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are used fictitiously or are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual locales, events, establishments or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  The sex machine has done its job exceedingly well. But just as they near the conclusion of their contract and Julian's research, danger stalks right up to Julian's doorstep and shatters their world. What will they give to save each other? Can Sophia and Julian overcome their fears and hurt and fight for their happily ever after?

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  Chapter One

  Julian never thought he would hear those words from her. He stared at Sophia across the dining table, barely breathing, barely comprehending what she had just said.

  But I want you to do it. Not the machine. I want you.

  She wanted him. Wanted him to touch her, taste her, take her. Julian's eyes lowered from her quivering lips, down the curves of her body. He was aware that he was breathing rapidly through his mouth, to try to get enough oxygen to his brain. He couldn't breathe fast enough, couldn't wait to take her fast enough. From the very first moment he saw her, he had wanted her. Wanted her so bad it was a physical ache, an ache the pounded into his very core. But he couldn't have her. In the name of science and his work, he had to resist his desire and his urges. He had her in his house, under his roof, sleeping in the room just opposite his every night. He had never struggled so hard. He never had to. He had never wanted anyone this badly, this painfully, in more than half a decade. To relief his mounting passion which was consuming him alive, he had allowed his fantasies to play out only in the privacy of his bedroom. He had imagined her beautiful, naked body in his bed, writhing and moaning beneath him, and he had tried to get his rock hard erection under control.

  And Sophia had caught him in the act.

  She had walked in on him, walked right up to the edge of his bed as he lay there trying to relieve his painful erection which was driving him out of his mind and whispering her name. But—she hadn't flinched. That amazing, strong, incredibly sweet woman had stood silently in his bedroom, by the side of his bed, and watched him. When he opened his eyes and realized that he was not hallucinating, he had covered himself in a hurry but instead of shock or fear, he had seen only a gentle understanding and warmth on her face. When he pulled her into his arms, she had leaned in to him, accepting and trusting his touch. This woman was just so irresistible, so unshakable, and yet so fragile. And she never failed to surprise him.

  He had just told her that the next stage of his research on human sexuality would involve cunnilingus being performed on her. The deed could be done by the sex machine, or...by a person.

  He had expected his announcement to be met with rejection, apprehension, tears and fears. Instead, her response was clear and simple: I want you.

  It threw him entirely off balance.

  Julian only realized how long he had been staring at her, when she suddenly lowered her gaze and muttered, “If you...d-don't want to do it...”

  How could he not want her?

  How could she even think that?

  “Sophia. Don't you know how much I want you?” he said through gritted teeth. “I've wanted to put my mouth on you for so long. I've dreamed and I've fantasized and I've struggled so hard. To have my lips directly on you, on the most intimate part of your body. The thought is enough to drive me out of my mind. I want you. And I don't think I can wait.” Desire coursed through his veins like molten lava, straight to his groin. He wanted her naked and he wanted to taste her now. His chair toppled behind him as he stood. “I want to do it to you. Right. Now!” he growled.

  Julian saw Sophia's eyes widen and a whimper escaped from her pretty mouth as he pulled her up forcefully from her seat. He stormed out of the kitchen, gripping her tightly by the wrist and took the stairs two at a time. Sophia was gasping and twisting feebly in his grip, but her small sounds and shivering inflamed him even more. He pushed through the door to his home laboratory, and turned to face Sophia. She looked up at him, her soft, pink lips parted and her breath coming quick and shallow. He could see the expectation and the tiniest trace of fear in her large, doe eyes. She was trembling with excitement and anticipation, expecting so much of him yet not knowing what to expect at all.

  His hands moved to hold her waist, to steady her, and the softness and warmth of her body unleashed his straining lust. With a guttural sound that was almost like a low roar, he ripped the clothes off her, wrenching her t-shirt over her head. She yielded without struggle, and he knelt and pushed her shorts and panties down her long, shapely legs. Her legs were slightly parted and he almost groaned at the sight. Forcing his eyes and hands up her body, he traced his hands along the curves of her waist and bosom. His hands moved from the small of her back to the clasp of her bra. Looking deeply into her eyes, he unclasped her bra and let it fall at their feet.

  Holding her naked body in his arms, Julian walked her backwards until they reached the sex machine in the middle of the room. Slowly he raised her arms over her head and held her hands in his for a moment before letting the metal cuffs take the place of his hands.

  Punching in the numbers at the control panel took less than a minute. Julian let the curved glass walls of the machine seal him in with Sophia. She stood quivering before him, cuffed and naked and...so ripe and ready. For him.

  “Just a while,” he muttered, unsure of whether he was talking to himself or to her. “Let the machine record your breathing, heart rate and other patterns first before I...”

  Before I taste you, Sophia. Before I taste you and make you come so completely. Before I do what I have been dreaming of doing for the past two weeks.

  Once Julian heard the click and whir of the machine, and saw the blinking red light on the monitors change to green, he could hold off no longer. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he parted her legs and leaned in to devour her.

  Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her sex, he peppered the insides of her thighs with soft kisses, feeling her tremble and listening to her quickening breaths, before allowing himself to taste her. He reached out and took his first tentative taste of her. His tongue swirled round her glistening clit, and the fierce shudder which coursed through her body made his lips quirk up in a smirk. He dug his nails into her thighs and pushed his mouth against her delicious pussy. He lapped hungrily at her, circling and pleasuring her clitoris until it is hard and engorged in his mouth. She was so fucking wet, and her sweet juices were trickling down her thighs. Unable to control his raging hunger, he closed his mouth over her sex and kissed and sucked relentlessly, savoring every bit of the most intimate part of her. He bit at her swollen nub, taking it between his teeth and rolling it. When he soothed it over with his tongue, he heard her utter a cry of ecstasy above him.

  Wanting even more of her, Julian raised Sophia's legs and hooked them over his broad shoulders so that he could go deeper into her. His hands cupped the pert, round globes of her buttocks to hold her steady. Flicking his eyes up, he saw that Sophia was watching him with glazed, half-closed eyes, her face flushed with pleasure. God, how he wanted to kiss those full, quivering lips right now and hear her moan in his mouth. To force his mind back to the task at hand, a task which was hardening and torturing every inch of his cock, he attacked her pussy as though it was her mouth. He kissed the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina, teasing it and tasting it. He sucked at the wetness dripping from her slit, and it drove him wild. He wanted more.
He wanted to be inside her.

  Pushing his tongue at her opening, he explored her tight, wet hole. God, she was so sweet! With a sudden thrust, he pushed his tongue right inside her, and she gasped. He licked her wet, clenching walls, and moved in and out of her, tongue-fucking her, driving her towards her climax. She was so close; he could feel her. Driving deep into her one last time, he pulled out and suck fiercely at her pulsing clitoris. Tortured, pleading sounds escaped from her throat, and Julian licked and sucked her relentlessly. He kept up the pressure and the pace until he felt her shuddering. Immediately, he held her tight to support her bucking, writhing body. When her orgasm finally receded, he unwrapped her legs from his shoulders and stood up. She was still panting and shivering.

  Julian stroked her cheek. “Are you all right?”

  Sophia nodded, her breaths coming hard and fast.

  Turning to the monitors, he noted the readings and saw that everything was going well. She was fine. And she was ready to be stimulated again.

  Julian glanced down her naked body and at her beautiful, heaving breasts. With a growl, he pulled her hard to him and took her breast full into his mouth. She twisted in his arms, but he didn't let her go. He sucked hard on her nipple, drawing it up to its full length and rigidity. When he circled her dark, long nipple with his tongue, he felt her arch her back to him, urging him to take more of her. His erection throbbed painfully in his pants as he tugged at her nipples with his teeth and laved them slowly with his tongue.

  She was so sweet and she tasted so damn good. Every inch of her was heaven to his senses.

  He could feel her fierce arousal and her impending climax. Kneeling quickly, Julian lifted her leg up and subjected her swollen clit to the same treatment and torment that he had just inflicted on her nipples. As he worked his tongue furiously over her clit, he felt Sophia start to tremble. He pushed his tongue deep into her wet slit and thrust hard. Her muscles clenched tightly as her orgasm pulsed through her body. Her screams, his name, her rich, sweet scent—everything was a heady, addictive brew that Julian knew he would never get enough of.

  He wanted to continue pleasuring her, to make her come again and again. But he was a doctor, a scientist, and Sophia had entrusted her safety and well-being to him. Turning away, Julian worked the buttons and controls to release Sophia from the cuffs with one hand. His other hand was wrapped protectively around her. Freed from the machine Sophia collapsed into his arms, her eyes closed.

  He grabbed a blanket from a side table to wrap it around her shaking body. “Sophia, darling, how are you feeling?”

  Very slowly, Sophia opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “I'm good, so good. Did you...get what you want?”

  Julian started. After what she had just experienced, the first question she asked was whether his research, his work had gone well. She was simply unbelievable. He just couldn't believe that he was holding this amazing, wonderful woman in his arms. His face twisted as he fought in vain against the fierce longing and unbearable ache in his heart.

  But it was useless. His feelings were too strong and too real to be denied.

  “Yes,” he told her at last. “And what I want, is this.” Holding her chin, he slanted his mouth across hers and kissed her. His lips crushed hers, forcefully parting her soft, full lips. The kiss was demanding, longing, hungry and he could feel her yielding to him. But he also felt her stiffen and shiver in his arms. Reluctantly, he released her and saw that her eyes were round with confusion.

  “Did you just kiss me?” she whispered at last.

  “Yes, and I am going to kiss you again,” he said with a glint in his eye.

  “B-but, but...your research...”

  “The machine got everything, all our responses. My breathing, your heart rate, our pulses, every change and reaction in both our minds and bodies. It's all good. It is perfect. It's done.”

  She swallowed. “Done? So...are you saying that—that your work is done? And...I—I am no longer needed?”

  “Not needed?” Those words felt like a punch in his gut. “Sophia, I need you. I need you and I want you,” he said unequivocally. I want you to be mine, for always.

  He watched her blush deepen. She was really so pretty. After a long while, Sophia said softly, “Julian, you just gave me the most earth-shattering orgasm. I can hardly stand up right now.”

  He laughed. “I'm glad to hear that.” And I will make you come, again...in my bed. Fighting to control his surging desires, Julian grabbed her and growled, “I will give you more and I will take you, Sophia.” His voice and expression softened. “But not tonight. Tonight I just want you to sleep with me. Just sleep, and feel safe with me. I just want to hold you and have you in my bed. And wake up with you in my arms. Tonight, and every...”

  He stopped, seeing the uncertainty in her large, wide eyes.

  Inwardly, he cursed himself for withdrawing from her the past two weeks. He had hurt her by keeping his distance from her. He didn't want to push her away anymore. He would let her know how he truly felt about her.

  Taking a shuddering breath, he began slowly, putting into words the feelings he had tried so hard to fight off. But he just couldn't fight them any longer. They were too damn strong, and too damn real. She listened in silence as he told her everything—his feelings, his fears, his hopes, his wants. “I'm still falling, Sophia,” he finished quietly. “I don't think I will ever stop falling for you.”

  He gazed at the top of her bent head, wondering what was going through her mind right now. Had he pushed her too far? He had glimpsed the hurt and deep fear that she tried so hard to hide from everyone, including herself. Maybe he should have given her more time.

  When she jerked her head up, mischief and defiance flashed across her face. “Tell me what you told me in my room, when you tucked me into bed and watched me sleep. Tell me what you said to me when you thought I was sleeping,” she demanded. “Tell me what you could only say when you thought I couldn't hear you.”

  Her open challenge threw him off. But he couldn't help smiling. “Oh, Sophia.” He kissed her hair. “You heard everything.”

  “Yes I did.”

  “Okay, so—since you heard everything, tell me,” he challenged back. “Tell me what I said.”

  “You...” she huffed and began to chew her lip. “You said...you said that...”

  “I love you,” he whispered in her ear.

  Sophia jolted at his words.

  Julian took her face in both his hands. “I love you, Sophia.” Pressing his forehead to hers, he said, “Talk to me, about you.”

  She frowned, her defenses rising instinctively. “Why?”

  “I want to know more about you. I want to know all about you. I want to know you, Sophia,” he told her tenderly.

  Refusing to let her look away from him, he held her chin and tilted it up. “Look at me, Sophia. Look at me. What do you see?”

  “I see you, Julian,” she whispered at last. “And...I see me.”

  “Let me know you, Sophia. Let me see you.” Let me love you.

  He was about to kiss her but the loud buzzing at the door made Sophia jerk back from him. She looked shaken. “Go see who it is, Julian. It must be an emergency. I'm okay. I'll be in my room,” she said, backing away.

  At the top of the stairs, Julian looked over his shoulder again to see Sophia standing by the door to her room. She gave him a small smile and retreated hurriedly into her room. Seeing her door close, he jogged down the stairs to answer the insistent buzzing. Who could be at his gate at this late hour?

  He pressed the intercom and a voice he didn't think he would remember came floating out of the speaker like a ghost from the past.

  “Hello Julian. Aren't you going to open the gates for me?”

  Chapter Two

  Julian closed the door to his office and turned around to face the curvy, blond woman who had just materialized at his gate in the middle of the night. He had opened the gates for her and allowed her into his house. Since he want
ed to make it clear that this visit should be of an official and not personal nature despite the late hour, he had suggested they talk in his office. He gestured stiffly towards the leather chairs. “Take a seat...”

  “Aleisha.” The woman arched a thin, well-drawn eyebrow. “Are you faking it, Dr. James? You really don't remember my name?” She let out a sharp, brittle laugh. “After what you did to me that night...are you sure you can't remember me?”

  “I remember you, Aleisha,” Julian replied. And he remembered—and regretted like hell, what he did that night. But somehow he hadn't caught her name. Either that or he hadn't wanted to remember her name.

  He stared at her. Light, blond hair, heavily made up face with bright red lips, ample tits and butt, flashing green eyes that narrowed as she looked around his messy office. She was an attractive enough woman, bold, brash and bosomy. But—he didn't feel the fierce attraction and longing that he felt for Sophia, a deep, piercing ache that grew and ate into his heart and his soul. Aleisha was sexy, yes, but she wasn't Sophia. So what in the world had made him do what he did that night? That had been a fucking mistake!

  “Aleisha...” he began.

  “So how's your work with the sex machine?” she cut in breezily, swiveling round in the black leather chair. “Is the machine having the sex...or are you?” She twirled a long, red fingernail through her hair and smirked.

  “What do you want, Aleisha?”

  “What do I want?” She tilted her head at him. “What do you think I want, Julian?”

  “I've already paid you for your work with the machine. And...more.” The last word came out in a strangled whisper.

  “More?” she scoffed, leaning forward. “And you think that was enough? That I don't deserve any...more?”

  Julian shook his head. “What exactly do you want, Aleisha? You tested the sex machine for one day, as agreed, and you were paid the agreed amount. After that...you...we...” He stopped abruptly, sucking in a long breath.