Page 90 of The Equation of Us
“All I need you to do is lay there, and let me fill this perfect…tight…” he groans, “pussy with my come.”
He begins to move, establishing a rhythm that has us both breathing hard.
“You feel amazing,” he murmurs, one hand sliding beneath me to change the angle slightly.
The new position hits something deep inside me that sends sparks of pleasure racing along my nerve endings. “There,” I gasp. “Right there.”
Dean complies, maintaining the angle while increasing his pace slightly. The tension builds rapidly, coiling tighter with each thrust.
“Yeah, sweetheart? Feel good?” his voice is tight.
“Dean,” I warn, feeling myself approaching the edge. “I’m going to—”
“Look at me,” he commands softly. “I want to see your face when you come.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze as the tension finally breaks. Pleasure washes through me in waves, my body clenching around him as I cry out his name.
The sight of my release pushes Dean over the edge as well. His rhythm falters, his grip on my hip tightening as he finds his own completion with a low groan.
For several moments afterward, we stay connected, both breathing hard. Dean’s forehead rests against mine, his weight supported on his elbows to avoid crushing me.
“That was…” I begin, unable to find the right words.
“Yeah,” he agrees, understanding what I can’t articulate.
He withdraws carefully, disposing of the condom before returning to pull me against his chest. His heart beats steadily beneath my ear, his breathing gradually slowing.
“You okay?” he asks, fingers tracing patterns on my bare back.
I nod, too content to form words. The worries that plagued me all day seem distant now, insignificant compared to the weight of Dean’s arm around me, the warmth of his body against mine.
We’ll figure out the Archer situation. We’ll navigate the complications of our relationship. For now, this is enough—this quiet moment of connection, of being seen and known and wanted exactly as we are.
Just Dean and Nora. No competition. No complications. Just us.
At least for tonight.
Chapter Thirty-One
False Positives
Nora
I’m halfway through calibrating the oxytocin receptor binding assay when my phone buzzes against the lab bench. Dean’s name lights up the screen.
Need to talk. Are you free?
Something about the brevity sends a chill down my spine. Dean isn’t normally cryptic.
Me:In the lab. Everything okay?
His response comes immediately.
Dean:Not really. Can I stop by?
My stomach tightens. He’s never visited me in Wexler’s lab.
Me:Of course. Neurosci building, room 306.
