Page 39 of Pucking My Grumpy Roommate
I can’t stop thinking about how wet you were forme last night.
The heat that surged through my body was instant. I nearly knocked over my water glass, scrambling to recover as Dr. Barnes’ eyebrows shot up at my sudden clumsiness.
Austin calmly lowered the notepad and gave me a wicked smirk, like he hadn’t just detonated my last shred of composure.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, righting the glass. “Something...startled me.”
“As I was saying,” Dr. Barnes continued, clearly losing patience, “we need to adjust our protocol immediately if we want to salvage these cultures.”
I nearly jumped as Austin’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, hidden safely below the camera’s view. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against my spine, sending electric currents straight to my core.
“What if we introduced a second antibiotic class?” I suggested, desperately trying to sound intelligent while Austin’s other hand slid along my thigh beneath the table, his thumb slowly caressing the sensitive skin there.
“Interesting approach,” Dr. Barnes mused, oblivious to my torment. “Which class would you recommend?”
Austin’s fingers tightened gently, gripping my thigh just firmly enough to scatter my thoughts completely.
“Aminoglycosides,” I managed to say. “They have a completely different mechanism of action, so the existing resistance wouldn’t protect against them.”
“Excellent thinking, Dr. Ellis. That might work.” Dr. Barnes nodded approvingly. “I’ll prepare the new media tonight. Please be in the lab by seven tomorrow to check the results.”
“Absolutely,” I agreed, praying the call would end soon before I embarrassed myself completely.
Austin’s hand moved upward slowly, just enough pressure to send heat flooding through my body, making my toes curl in my shoes.
“One more thing,” Dr. Barnes said, and I bit back a groan of frustration. “Your presentation for the department meeting next week?—”
“Is nearly finished,” I lied smoothly, while Austin silently mouthed, “I’m going to fuck you on this counter when you hang up.”
I choked mid-sentence, coughing violently.
“Dr. Ellis, are you sure you’re all right?” Dr. Barnes peered at me suspiciously through the screen.
“Just swallowed wrong,” I gasped, my face burning. “Wrong pipe.”
“Perhaps you should drink some water,” she suggested, concern finally breaking through her professional demeanor.
“Great idea,” I said weakly, while Austin, still behind the camera, pantomimed exactly what he planned to do with his tongue later.
After what felt like an eternity of scientific discussion layered with silent sexual torture, Dr. Barnes finally ended the call. I slammed my laptop closed and whirled around to face Austin, who was leaning against the counter with a self-satisfied smirk.
“You,” I said, jabbing a finger at his bare chest, “are a menace to science and professionalism everywhere.”
“Me?” He widened his eyes in mock innocence. “I was just hydrating after my workout.”
“You were deliberately trying to make me lose my mind during an important call!” I snatched a dish towel off the counter and whipped it at him. “Do you have any idea how important Dr. Barnes is to my career?”
Suddenly his phone started ringing.
He glanced at the phone, hesitating. “It’s my agent. Might be important.”
I watched him stride across the room, admiring the play of muscles in his back as he snatched up his phone.
“Tom,” he answered curtly. “This better be important.”
“An endorsement with who?” he asked, his eyebrows rising. “That’s...unexpected.”
I moved to the refrigerator, suddenly aware of how hungry I was. Apparently, sexual frustration stimulated my appetite. As I rummaged for leftovers, I couldn’t help eavesdropping.
