s**t. If that hadn’t been the best lay of his life, then he didn’t know what was. Blinking gray spots back from his vision, Johnny shifted his weight so that he didn’t crush the delicate woman beneath him and whispered sweet nothings as her heart rate returned to normal. As he did, his on board computer fed him all sorts of data from his sensors, all of them fixated on the curvy female beneath him. Fitness level, body-fat ratio, blood pressure, skin temperature…all catalogued and logged in the nonorganic part of his brain. He ignored the stream of information, preferring instead to label it “perfection”.
“You know, you don’t need to do that.”
She laid a small hand in the center of his chest to make him look at her. He broke off from his contemplation of the scents rising from her skin, t
