Page 45 of Conspiracies and Chemistry

Analyte

Analyte:The substance a test measures.

OLIVER

Regret was the farthest thing from my mind as I touched the hem of her black skirt. Everything had taken a backseat to lust. From my knees, I gazed up at her face. “Can I push this up?”

“Here.” She worked something behind her back, and a second later, her skirt shushed to the floor.

Her underwear were black too, high-waisted with tall openings at the legs that revealed the flare of her hips. I ran my hands over the soft skin there and curled my fingers over the waistband. “Can I?”

She rubbed her thighs together. “Please, Oliver.”

I tugged them down and worked them off over her ankle boots. Then I looked up. Her pussy glistened, darkly pink and plump. My dick throbbed against my pants, painfully constrained in my squatting position. I rose to my knees to adjust it. Then I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. Finally, I swiped a finger along her lips.

She groaned and thrust out her hips, which I took as enough encouragement to keep going. I smeared her wetness everywhere, then tasted it from my thumb. She was salty and sweet, and I couldn’t wait another minute. I spread her with my thumbs and dove in, tongue first.

After a couple of exploratory swipes with my tongue, she gripped my hair. “Don’t move. I-I mean, move your mouthright there.”

I’d always been an excellent student, so I followed her instructions, running the tip of my tongue along the inside of her right lip, then her left. I made figure eights, not going any deeper or leaving the spot that turned her on. Meanwhile, I reveled in her scent, in her softness, in the knowledge that I was the one making her thighs tremble.

She tugged at the roots of my hair, and I’d never been so glad I’d forgotten to get my hair cut (again) last week. The pain tingled down my spine, lighting up every nerve. The friction of my pants against my dick intensified, and pleasure coiled in my belly.

I hummed and brushed my nose against her clit. When she stiffened and made a choking sound, I glanced up to check that she was okay.

“Don’t…stop,” she groaned.

I went back to work, focusing again on her lips with an occasional swipe of my tongue on that sensitive nub. The third time I swiped, she shuddered and her fingernails scraped my scalp. The sound she made was a high-pitched, stuttering grunt that trailed off into a sigh as the tension left her body and she sagged against the door.

“God. Damn,” she muttered, releasing her grip on my hair.

I licked her one last time, then kissed her still-stiff clit goodbye. I hoped I’d see it again soon.

But now I needed to attend to my needs before I came in my pants. I unzipped them and pushed down my boxer briefs. My chin was still wet from Tessa, so I swiped my hand over my face before I took myself in hand. The lubrication was exactly what I needed to finish the job. I groaned as I caught my release in my other hand.

“Wow,” she said. “You were that close from eating me out?”

My cheeks burned. It felt cheap when she said it like that. “Yeah.” I looked around for something to clean up with. I found a package of disposable microfiber cloths and wiped my hands and groin. My glasses were cloudy, and I breathed on them before I wiped them on the edge of the cloth.

Before I tugged up my shorts, I glanced at her. She hadn’t moved from her resting spot against the door. Staring at my softening dick, she licked her lips. Maybe she hadn’t meant that little jab. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that I’d made her come in the lab supply closet. Maybe it was the teaser she needed to want more.

I refastened my pants, then grabbed another cloth. “Can I clean you up? These are pretty soft.”

She held out her hand. “I’ll do it.”

With a few businesslike swipes, she wiped down her inner thighs. She pulled up her underwear and refastened her skirt. She tossed the cloth into the trash and put her hand on the knob. But she didn’t turn it. She leaned back against the door and stared me in the eye.

“Out of our systems,” she said, dipping her chin.

Everything warm and bubbly inside me chilled like I’d plunged into a liquid nitrogen bath. That’s what this was? Her brilliant idea about one-and-done, like I could rid myself of my feelings as easily as I’d released my semen? Maybe that’s what it had been for her, but our minutes here in the supply closet had only given me a hunger for more.

I knew better than to argue with her after what she’d said at the hotel. So I said what she wanted. “Right.”

“Completely gone.”

“Uh huh.” She wanted the lie.

“Okay. We won’t do this again. And there’s no need to involve West.”

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