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KEELY

Despite the howling eddies of loss and rage that still grips us, I can’t help it; I smile. “You’re swearing.”

“Your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

I sway into him. “What else can I rub off on you?”

“Your trust. A little bit of it right now will please me.”

The lighter mood evaporates, and we’re back to raw intensity. “Mason…”

“Come with me, baby.”

The plea in his voice is what tips me over the edge. I take the hand he holds out, and I pray that whatever is going to happen in that partition, it’ll be over quickly so I don’t lose my shit.

We reach the corner of the room, and I stop. “That’s…”

“The first prototype I used last week. This one”—he points to the newer, shinier black one in front of me—“has never been used.”

My eyes widen. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he says with a wry twist of his mouth.

I’m a touch ashamed of my little display now, but not enough to not be seriously turned on and seriously disturbed that he’s as viciously possessive of me as I’m becoming of him.

I’m astute enough to know that doesn’t bode well for me, emotions-wise, so I focus on the gadget in front of me and decide to save the ponder-and-prod of what’s happening to me for later.

“What is it, exactly?” I ask.

Mason shrugs. “I don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s pretty much every sex toy you want it to be.”

My brows spike as I stare at the plain partitioning. “How is that possible?”

He presses his finger to a raised rectangular button and the center partition starts to vibrate. I look close and see that while the two sides are only a few inches thick, the center partition is almost twelve inches thick. Mason presses another button and a thin front layer slides back.

The membrane-like gel shimmers, and I reach out and touch it. “It’s warm. Oh,” I gasp as the lifelike skin molds and clings to my fingers.

“It’s something I developed a few years ago. I call it Memory Membrane. It retains dimensions and produces a sequence of programmed movements when required. Step up against it. I’ll demonstrate.”

I step onto the black square in front of the partition, and a wall of soft heat bathes my front. Mason slides one hand down my back as he presses a few buttons in the panel. An outline begins to form. I recognize Mason’s body shape in about ten seconds, then my mouth drops open when it begins to turn three-dimensional. In about half a minute, I have a body double of my lover in front of me, complete with abs, pecs, and that thick cock I’ve become addicted to in such a short time.

“Fuck, I think I’m going to come right now,” I say to the living, breathing one behind me.

“That’s the idea, baby,” he responds gruffly.

I hear the darkness in his voice, and I’m reminded of what he confessed a short while ago. I glance at him over my shoulder and see the turbulence jumping in his eyes.

Keeping my gaze on his, I step closer to the Mason-like outline and run my hand from its chest to thigh. Real-life Mason’s cock jumps as he watches my hand.

“Is it nuts to be so goddamn turned on and fucking jealous at the same time?” he rasps.

I wonder if he realizes he’s swearing again as I slide my palm down to the thick, very lifelike cock in front of me. “Show me what else it can do,” I encourage.

He drags his attention from my slowly cock-pumping hand and presses another button. Arms extend out and hover just above my waist.

“Wow. I so want to fuck that big brain of yours right now.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”