Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I cry out again, and I don’t care.
“Fuck,” he grunts, withdrawing his fingers.
Before I can whimper in protest, he slides a condom onto his cock and thrusts into me.
The cold steel table below me is soon forgotten as I get lost in his touch, his warmth seeping into me and igniting a fire with each deep thrust.
His lips find mine again, swallowing my gasps and cries, turning them into a shared secret between us. There’s only his mouth on mine—a hot, desperate kiss that says more than any words—and his dick inside me—a primal fuck that brands me like the cattle on our ranch.
At least that’s what it feels like.
I’m his. At least in this moment, I’m purely his.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, driving him deeper. His breath hitches, his movements become erratic, and as he thrusts, each nudge against my clit drives me further, further, further…until—
“Oh my God, Jason!” The orgasm hits me with the force of a thousand hurricanes.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and breathes heavily as I soar to the moon and then back, plummeting into my body as everything culminates in my pussy pulsing around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me, Angie. Only for me.”
“Only for you,” I echo.
Then, with one final thrust, a low growl escapes his lips, and he shudders against me.
Another wave of pleasure crashes through me at the same time, making me cry out. It’s overwhelming, a sense of completion unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. For a moment, we stay like that, holding on to each other as we ride out the aftershocks.
Slowly, reality seeps back in.
The coldness of the lab table. The acrid smell of formaldehyde.
But there’s something else too—the scent of us, of our shared moment. It’s musky, earthy, and the most delicious fragrance I’ve ever smelled.
The sweet and seductive smell of our secret.
Without saying a word, Jason reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through mine. In a strange way, holding his hand is more intimate than what just happened. A quiet understanding passes between us as we stand there, naked.
My phone rings once more, breaking through the heavy silence. The reminder of the world beyond the lab walls is intrusive. But I can’t bring myself to break away from him, to reach for it and face whatever message awaits me.
He turns toward me. His green eyes are unreadable under the fluorescent lights. He squeezes my hand lightly and then moves away from me and gathers his clothes.
“I should probably check that,” I say quietly, nodding toward the sound of my phone.
He says nothing while I find my phone inside the pocket of my discarded jeans.
Oh, God.
It’s Aunt Melanie.
Two missed calls, and a text.
Surprise! I’m coming to Boulder. Flight gets in at four. Dinner tonight, my treat!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jason
Angie’s eyes go wide as she chews on her swollen lower lip.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah, fine. It’s just my aunt.”
“The psychiatrist?”
“Yeah. She’s coming to town.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. But apparently she’s flying in, and she’ll be here this afternoon. She’s invited me to dinner.”
“Free dinner is always good,” I say.
But I want to smack myself. Angie doesn’t have to worry about paying for food or anything. She’s a trust-fund baby.
I’ll do well to remember that.
She begins to dress, so I do the same.
I want to say something to her. I want to tell her that this meant something to me. But honestly, I don’t know what to say.
The fact that it’s all so wrong still lies heavy on my mind.
And the feelings that are creeping up on me—things that I haven’t felt in so long, maybe never felt—have me disoriented.
“See you later, Angie,” I mumble, forcing a smile onto my face.
She returns it, but her eyes are distant. She’s already preoccupied with thoughts of her visiting aunt.
She leaves the lab first, while I stay behind for another fifteen minutes to keep up appearances. I look around. The cadavers no longer seem to be judging me.
No.
I’m only judging myself.
And the fact is that Angie being a student isn’t the thing that’s weighing the most on my mind.
No.
What’s weighing most on my mind is that I’m feeling something new. Something more intense than I’ve ever felt.
And Lindsay didn’t cross my mind once.
As I leave the lab, I feel a cold wave of loneliness. I shake my head, swallowing down the lump in my throat. It’s not like Angie and I are dating or anything.
Do I want that?
There was a time when I was certain I’d never be with a woman again. I’d live out my life in solitude.
But now? If Angie weren’t my student, I believe I’d want to pursue this. Find out if we’re compatible in ways other than physically.
I trudge down the hall, my steps heavy and slow. Laughter and chatter from students fill the hallways as I make my way to my office.