“It’s your cock,” she says.
My brows shoot skyward. “Excuse me?”
“It’s not the translator,” she says. “It’s…your dick. It’s just your dick. I like you, Ireallywant you. I want you to fuck me again. Like…non-stop. Like I am sitting here across from you right now and Iwant youto bend me over this desk and just fuckingdestroymy pussy.”
Now it’s my turn to be speechless. I was considering the advisory committee, department chairs, lab permissions and supervision…
…her mind was somewhere else entirely.
“You want me to?—”
“—destroy my pussy,” she says again, helpfully. Like I hadn’t heard her the first time. I stare at her, stunned. The silence drags long enough that she winces and adds, “I mean, not literally. Not—medically. Figuratively. Enthusiastically.”
“Lyn,” I murmur, half-strangled.
“But it’s not just the pussy-destroying,” she goes on, the words tumbling out of her now. “It’s…the brain-melting. It’s the liking you thing? It’s weird, I didn’t think I liked you as apersoneven, but now?—”
I raise my hand in a clear signal to stop, and she manages to calm herself just enough to wind down. She swallows hard; I narrow my eyes at her.
“You’re using a lot of words to say that you have feelings for me,” I say.
She sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Um…yeah. Yeah, I guess I havefeelingsfor you or whatever that means.”
I fold my hands in front of me, considering how I want to tell her what happens next. She sucks in a breath like she’s ready to fill the silence, even if it’s with more babbling, and I cut her off.
“Solvi knows about us,” is what I end up saying.
Her eyelashes flutter, blinking rapidly. “So…there’s an ‘us’ to know about?”
“You spent the night in my bed, Lyn.”
“Yeah, but people sleep together all the time.”
“Not me.”
She cocks her head at me. “You…you don’t?”
I frown. “I have a daughter,” I tell her. “I don’t do casual.”
“So we’re not…casual,” she stutters.
“We arenot, no.” I lean back in my chair and cross my arms. “So I understand if you want to end this?—”
“Did you not hear the part about destroying my pussy again?” she cuts me off.
I sigh. “Lyn.”
She leans forward, and her scent hits me like a rogue wave…and I'm tasting her again, sucking on her clit, watching as she falls apart at the smallest touch…
“I'm sorry,” she says softly. “I pretty much only do casual, so…this is new. But I don't want to stop.”
I lean forward too, meeting her eyes. “Neither do I,” I murmur.
I don't add that I'm not sure if I could, even if I wanted to.
We stay like that for what feels like a long and agonizing stretch of time. I consider touching her. Kissing her. Doing just what she asked and bending her over the desk and?—
“I did have one question,” she says.
