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I had not been casual with Auryn.
Auryn had invited me on a date. I’d ended up back at his place. The sex had been outrageous and that beanbag chair had stories. It’d all been way too intense, and I figured I’d just be another notch on an outrageously handsome doctor’s belt, and I better not let myself get attached. So I’d informed him I was grabbing a shower, then leaving. He hadn’t asked me to stay. I hadn’t expected to hear from him again, except I heard from him before lunch.
Keon poured himself a cup of tea, then came and sat next to me before reaching for his tablets. He pulled out one and gave me the side-eye.
I stuck my tongue out at him, then pushed my feet into his thigh like he was an ottoman. “Come on. Tell me just alittleof what you’re working on.”
“I’m studying the erosion rate of—”
Keon had that sexy Ph.D. in marine systems engineering. He and I could talk flow rates for hours. “No, you aren’t. You’re reading ancient texts from an alien planet.”
“That may, in fact, be about erosion.”
I pouted. “Are you trying to make yourself irresistible?”
“No, but what happens if I recite the Navier–Stokes momentum equation for you?”
I tossed my tablets aside, shimmied closer, and oozed my way onto his lap. “That depends, Doctor. Convective or conservation?”
He slid his hands higher until his fingertips pushed my bunched up dress hem right under the curve of my ass. “Your choice.”
I traced the line of his clavicle while I shifted all my weight forward, trapping his cock between our bodies. “Convective.”
His finger shifted. I wriggled, brushing my body against his, and he managed to get through the first parts of the equation before I ducked into kiss him.
It wassupposedto be a simple kiss. But it didn’t stay simple long.
Goddamn. He was a good kisser. Professional.
He resumed the equation, brushing my lips with each softly spoken syllable.
I could not have added two plus two at that moment, much less calculated ????.
Keon’s fingers moved to the knot of my dress behind my neck. There was a question—almost shy—in his blue eyes.
I rocked back out of his grasp at the same time I kept my weight firmly on his crotch. I reached to untie my own dress, pulled it over my head while he watched with hot wonder, and tossed it away.
He curled forward and cradled one of my breasts in his palm, almost like he couldn’t believe it, then bent forward and kissed it, gently. His thumb moved over my nipple, and he traced the curve with a chain of precise kisses.
I sighed. “More.”
“Patience.”
“Persistenceis more my forte.”
He chuckled and switched to the other breast, leaving me aching. Another precise chain of breath-soft kisses, a tender thumb moving over my nipple, his other fingers cradling the weight, pressed lightly into the underside curve. I slid myself along his cock, shivering at the damp linen layer between us as it rubbed my clit and pussy.
He left off my breasts to run his hands all over me before kissing me a final time.
Time to make my move.
I slithered off him, evaded his hands, and hooked my fingers around his abused shendyt. His cock shoved against the fabric. I dropped to my knees and snaked forward, wrapping my lips over the damp linen where I estimated the base was. He hissed and his cock twitched. I worked him through the linen and pulled at the tie because it was—
He pulled me off him.
Then he stood, but before I couldenjoythe cock getting shoved in my face as the linen of his shendyt slid away, he moved and drew me back to my feet.
He scooped me up in both arms.
