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“I’ve been good,” I lied. “You?”
“Good, good. I thought we could do the batch reactor and the boys can do the CSTR.”
I nodded. “Yes. I agree with that. I don’t want to put on a face shield.”
We both laughed. The person who injected the acetic anhydride into the CSTR was required to wear a lot more PPE. Gloves, lab coat, full face shield. I didn’t want to do it.
Jackson and Nate were on board with our plan—they wanted to do ‘dangerous shit’ and were excited about the full face shield. The TA for this lab was named Sam, and he helped both pairs start getting set up with our reactors. Quinn and I already had everything planned out, along with our data collection spreadsheets ready. We were hoping to get out of here a few minutes early, especially now that we weren’t waiting on the boys.
Quinn worked on rinsing the walls of our batch reactor while I got scoops of ice from a bin on the side of the lab, pouring them into our water bath to get it to our first-run temperature morequickly. I felt jittery and weird, just waiting for Micah to show up. What was he going to do?
I grabbed two liters of tap water in a large container at the sink, then walked it over to the reactor and poured the liquid inside. Quinn set up our temperature and pH probes, then we waited for everything to reach the correct temperatures we’d inputted.
The sound of the door opening had my head snapping in that direction.
Fuck me.
I forced myself to stare at the batch reactor again, biting back a smile.God, he looked good. It would take some conscious effort not to stare at him too obviously, especially now that I was thinking about his big dick. And his mouth. And his hands.
He talked with the TA for a minute before approaching our groups.
“Masters,” he said coolly. I wanted to melt. “How’s it going?”
When I peered up at him, he raised an eyebrow. “It’s going well. We’re doing our first run.”
“Looks good. Keep it up.”
Dr. Killshaw headed over to the boys next, checking in on their beginning stages of progress.
Ugh, he’s such a teacher. Just…fuck. I love it.
We didn’t talk much throughout the lab—there wasn’t really anything to say other than reactor-related questions—but Micah looked at me a lot. He was in his natural habitat, being all professional and shit, but then glancing over at me like he was thinking about how my pussy looked covered in his cum, glistening in the front seat of the truck. My face was red almost the entire time, but at least he was professional enough to keep us on track, so we finished the day’s portion of the lab with minimal issues.
By the end of lab, all I could think about was going somewhere private with him and riding his cock again. His strong hands grabbing my waist, my wetness leaking all over him.
But, he had meetings in the afternoon, so my dreams were crushed.
Truthfully, I didn’t even know if he wanted to do anything else with me. Maybe it was a one time thing. He hadn’t acted that way in his truck, but what did I know? I’d read him wrong plenty of times before.
I chewed the inside of my cheek as I stuffed my hard hat and glasses into my locker, absently sayingbyeto my group before disappearing into the concrete stairwell. Motion in my periphery startled me, and I spun to see Micah standing there.
“Dr. Killshaw,” I whispered. It was almost like he’d been invisible, and somehow materialized right next to me.
“I’m not lying about having meetings,” he started. “I am busy this afternoon. But if you think I’m done with you, you’re dead fucking wrong.” He didn’t step any closer to me, nor did he raise the volume of his voice. We were alone in here, but that could change at any moment. Eagerness swooped in my belly, my head feeling fizzy with lust. ”That wasn’t a one-time thing—as much as it maybe should’ve been. It’s going to be an all the time thing. Alright?”
I nodded, nervous. “Yes.”
“You’re going to let me take care of you in my own way.”
Another nod.
“Good. You go ahead, I’ll wait a minute.” He motioned for me to continue up the stairs, so I did, turning only once at the top. The way he was staring at my ass made my cheeks flush, and I hurried out the door, knowing I should maybe stop this, but not wanting to.An all the time thing.
I was already dangerously attached, so it was too late anyway.
I’d been starving for affection for too long, and if this is how I could get it, I’d grab on with both hands.I’ll let you take care of me. Just please don’t break me in the process.
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