Page 50 of Unchained

She hiked her knees higher. “Yes,” she said on a gulp. “God, don’t stop.”

He licked his tongue into her mouth, and she cried out as her third orgasm climbed inside her. His hips pumped, and tension radiated over his body. She tilted her pelvis, taking his length deeper.

“Christ,” he groaned.

He moved back and forth against her clit and her body convulsed on another surge of pleasure. She screamed as her insides throbbed. Brooks thrust feverishly as she reached euphoria. She let out a hoarse scream and Brooks came, his body jerking with each penetration. Deep, guttural moans came from his throat.

He slowed to a gentle motion. Currents of bliss fizzled over her nerve endings as she came down from Nirvana. She slid her arms away from his neck and he kissed her cheek then her nose.

“You’re fucking incredible.”

She laughed, and the sound broke in her throat while she struggled to catch her breath. He rolled to his side, got out of bed, and padded to the bathroom. A minute later he returned and stretched out next to her. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she cuddled into his side. Her heart rate fell into sync with his. His hand moved in lazy circles on her back. “Sleep, babe,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes and drifted off to the rhythm of his breathing.

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Cam blinked against the bright light. Ugh. Morning already. The sensational memory of Brooks’s hand between her legs sent a delicious ripple through her body. Now that they’d had sex, there was no going back to how things had been before. Boundaries had been crossed. Regret should have ripped the pleasure away from her, but it didn’t. Even though she couldn’t get serious with Brooks, part of her still needed this indulgence. As she stretched her arm over the wrinkled sheets, her hand came up empty. Cracking open an eyelid, she surveyed the cool, vacant bed.

A glance at the clock showed it was midmorning. He’d probably been up for hours. Pushing out of bed, she pulled her discarded tank top on and then stepped into a pair of yoga pants, jabbed her feet into the women’s slippers she’d left next to the bed, and traveled downstairs.

The hiss of a coffee pot met her at the kitchen. Standing at the island, Brooks looked up from a laptop. “Coffee or tea?”

Skimming her hand over her bare arm, she slid onto one of the barstools. Tea was more her style, but the long, love-making filled night made her crave a pick-me-up. “Coffee is great. What are you looking at?”

He went to the coffee pot, filled a white mug with the caffeinated liquid, and passed it to her. “Morning to you, too.” He winked, the boyish grin belying the demons that clung to his past.

She caught the warm mug. Its heat penetrated her flesh. She sighed and inhaled. “Now I can say good morning.”

He chuckled and slid the cream and sugar her way. “You don’t want to know what I’m looking at.” Some of the playfulness left his eyes. He grabbed the computer, skirted around the island, and dropped into the seat next to her.

She frowned at the screen, leaning until she brushed against him to take in the words in the search bar: Axalantheum 500 mg.

She straightened in her seat.

“I found the syringe you took in the pocket of your duffel bag. I remembered that you offered it when I was fucked up by withdrawal.”

She brought her arm to his thigh and shook her head. “You’re the farthest thing from fucked up.”

He slugged back a sip of coffee, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. He put down his mug. “If you say so. I had a helluva time finding anything on this drug. It’s experimental, so there isn’t much literature. But then I found this.” He clicked on a tab and a picture of a bald man wearing glasses and a white coat popped up.

“Is that—?”

“The one and only Dr. Leonetti.”

She moved her tongue through her mouth, her brain not processing the caffeine fast enough. “What does it say?”

“It’s about Axalantheum. Read it.” He swatted the laptop closer to her and sat back in his chair.

She skimmed the words.

At his upcoming conference, biochemical engineer Dr. Raymond Leonetti is scheduled to speak on genetic modification of the human body. His studies may be controversial to some, but they show great advancement in medicine and engineering. He plans to speak about serums that may be of use to the military. His latest drug, Axalantheum, promises to give voluntary human subjects increased strength and endurance, rapid cellular- and muscular-repair abilities, and, even more contentious, power over impulses, making it an invaluable tool for military operations.

“Holy crap.” She clicked on the link that followed the article, and her stomach flopped over. “It says his studies were halted due to ethical concerns.”

Brooks snorted. “A lot of good that did. He found another way to do his experiments.”

Cam brought her hand to his shoulder. “Hey.”

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