Page 63 of Conspiracies and Chemistry

I trailed my other hand to her hip and spoke against her skin. “What can I touch down here?”

“Any…anything. I’m wearing a m-menstrual disc. We can even do p-penetration. If you want.”

God, did I want. I wanted everything. With one last draw on her nipple, I pulled away. “Lie down.”

“Bossy.” She pulled a thin, dark blanket from the bottom drawer of her bedside table and spread it over the sheets.

“Is that a sex blanket?” I’d never seen one in real life.

“Things could get messy.” Her russet eyebrow lifted, daring me.

“I like messy when it comes to sex. And I love being prepared.”

“Of course you do.” She sat on the edge of the bed and reclined onto the blanket.

Her body was perfect. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, and her nipples were red. And, damn, her freckles. I could spend hours counting them, if she’d let me.

She grabbed two pillows from the other side of the bed and set them next to her hip.

“What’re those for?” I asked.

She flashed me a sultry smile. “What, we’re not building a barrier tonight?”

I scratched my chin. “Well, if you’d rather I stay on my side and not eat you out, then?—”

“Wait.” She rubbed her thighs together. “I want the eating out. I was joking.”

“Thank god.” I grabbed the pillows from her joke of a fort and nudged them under her hips, spreading her legs wide. “Comfortable?”

“Yes, though if you ask me for a set of stirrups?—”

Her cheeky comment turned into a gasp when I licked her swollen labia. I explored her with my tongue, remapping all the places I’d learned in the supply closet. But this time there was no fear of anyone walking in, no burning sense of guilt about having sex at work. So I got comfortable on my knees and reveled in her soft skin, her sweet taste, and the tangy scent of her arousal. I licked, nibbled, and caressed until her thighs trembled and she slid her fingers down her stomach.

I batted them away. “This one’s mine,” I growled as I tapped the nub with my thumb.

She stiffened. “I’m so close,” she rasped.

I wanted to stay here forever, edging her, worshiping her. But I couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said. “I’ve got you.” Then I couldn’t talk anymore because my mouth was on her clit. I sucked the way I’d done with her nipples.

She groaned, then her hips quaked under me. Finally, a yell ripped from her throat as she tensed. I eased up on the suction but didn’t stop licking and fingering her until her body went limp and she tapped weakly against my forehead. I kissed the inside of her thigh, then scooted up the bed and grinned. “Tired yet?”

“Don’t be smug. Also, why are you still not naked?” Her hand landed lightly on my erection where it tented my boxers.

My vision went gray around the edges. “I didn’t want to presume.”

She clenched the head, and the room faded until there was only her hand on my dick, electrifying every cell in my body. Even my hair follicles were sensitized. I was going to explode. I pressed my hips into her hand. She wasn’t touching my skin yet, and I was dying. “Lube? And a condom?”

“Top drawer.”

I opened the drawer of her bedside table and found the bottle, plus a handful of condoms and a selection of vibrators.

“My god, you look like a kid in a candy store,” she said.

“Your bedroom is the most amazing place. Can I use one of these on you?”

“Later. Right now, I want you.”

My heart was going to fly right out of my body, and I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.

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