Before I can whimper in protest, he slides a condom onto his cock and thrusts into me.
The cold steel table below me is soon forgotten as I get lost in his touch, his warmth seeping into me and igniting a fire with each deep thrust.
His lips find mine again, swallowing my gasps and cries, turning them into a shared secret between us. There’s only his mouth on mine—a hot, desperate kiss that says more than any words—and his dick inside me—a primal fuck that brands me like the cattle on our ranch.
At least that’s what it feels like.
I’m his. At least in this moment, I’m purely his.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, driving him deeper. His breath hitches, his movements become erratic, and as he thrusts, each nudge against my clit drives me further, further, further…until?—
“Oh my God, Jason!” The orgasm hits me with the force of a thousand hurricanes.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and breathes heavily as I soar to the moon and then back, plummeting into my body as everything culminates in my pussy pulsing around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me, Angie. Only for me.”
“Only for you,” I echo.
Then, with one final thrust, a low growl escapes his lips, and he shudders against me.
Another wave of pleasure crashes through me at the same time, making me cry out. It’s overwhelming, a sense of completion unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. For a moment, we stay like that, holding on to each other as we ride out the aftershocks.
Slowly, reality seeps back in.
The coldness of the lab table. The acrid smell of formaldehyde.
But there’s something else too—the scent of us, of our shared moment. It’s musky, earthy, and the most delicious fragrance I’ve ever smelled.
The sweet and seductive smell of our secret.
Without saying a word, Jason reaches for my hand and threads his fingers through mine. In a strange way, holding his hand is more intimate than what just happened. A quiet understanding passes between us as we stand there, naked.
My phone rings once more, breaking through the heavy silence. The reminder of the world beyond the lab walls is intrusive. But I can’t bring myself to break away from him, to reach for it and face whatever message awaits me.
He turns toward me. His green eyes are unreadable under the fluorescent lights. He squeezes my hand lightly and then moves away from me and gathers his clothes.
“I should probably check that,” I say quietly, nodding toward the sound of my phone.
He says nothing while I find my phone inside the pocket of my discarded jeans.
Oh, God.
It’s Aunt Melanie.
Two missed calls, and a text.
Surprise! I’m coming to Boulder. Flight gets in at four. Dinner tonight, my treat!
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jason
Angie’s eyes go wide as she chews on her swollen lower lip.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah, fine. It’s just my aunt.”
