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A single nod of acquiescence. “Then I will.”

My fingers slide up her arms and into her hair, then I’m kissing her. I’m not gentle with it. I know her pain threshold now and I mean to straddle it hard. The pressure in my head decreases when she moans into my mouth and strains closer. My hand slides down her body to grip below her ass. It’s all the urge she needs to jump up and curl her legs around my waist.

I stumble with her out of the kitchen and into the living room. I have a keen sense of direction and I know where the furniture is located, but I’m heady from kissing her, and I don’t want to risk Keely getting hurt from one of the many bizarre sculptures Cassie left dotted around the place, so I reluctantly raise my head.

“Seven, lights please.”

“Of course, Mr. S. What mood would you prefer?” A sultry voice fills the air.

Keely’s eyes widen in the semi-darkness.

“You still have all your settings?” I ask.

“Updated to zero one hundred, eastern standard time.”

“Good, let’s go for Fuck Mood Three Point O.”

My mouth twitches at Keely’s shocked gasp.

“Right away, Mr. S.”

A second later, the room is bathed in black and gold streams of light. They focus on the large double-wide sofa in the center of the room.

Keely’s gaze swings from the sofa to my face. “You’ve trained a robot to provide you with mood lighting to suit you during sex?”

“Careful, you’ll hurt her feelings if you call her a robot,” I whisper in her ear as I carry her to the sofa and lay her down. A soft gold spotlight frames her face and she looks almost angelic. I stare for a moment longer, enthralled by her stunning beauty.

“Oh? What is she, then?”

“We’ve never really discussed it.” I pull back, and when she eases her legs from my waist, I grip her knees and spread her wide. “I think she believes she’s a cross between my physics professor and my assistant.”

“And her name?”

I smile and pull the T-shirt over her head. “She’s named after the sexiestStar Trekalien ever to grace a TV screen, of course.” My dark mood evaporates as I stare at her body. The lighting isn’t hitting her quite right, so I snap my fingers.

“Yes, Mr. S?” Seven responds.

“A dozen more gold beams around me, please.”

“Right away, sir.”

Black light turns to gold and washes over Keely. She gasps and looks up at me with awe.

“Wow, consider me well and truly blown away, Mr. S,” she says with exaggerated bats of her lashes.

I lower my head to kiss her. “Now that I know what really turns you on, I mean to impress you with my very big and very clever brain.”

Her hands slip between us and she finds my cock. “Not just your big brain, I hope.”

My mouth leaves hers to trail down the side of her neck. Her smell intoxicates me, makes me want to glue myself to her skin forever. “Everything big that takes your fancy is yours.”

She giggles and I adore the sound. “So what else does Seven-of-Nine do?”

“Amongst other things, the usual—liaising with housekeeping services, temperature regulation, security.” I debate whether to reveal the finer details of Seven’s role. “She also keeps an audio file of every conversation that contains my voice.”

Keely stares up at me for a few seconds before she jerks upright. “Are you saying she recorded us in the kitchen?”

“Yes. And when you stroked me off by the front door. And when we rowed. When I spanked you. When I encouraged you to suck my cock in the shower.”