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I start to peak for a third time. I'm so close that I can feel it coming.
"Oh my God," I moan. "Don't stop!"
The orgasm rips through me. I let out a shriek that sounds like nothing I've ever heard before.
"Holy fucking shit," he growls as he releases with me.
"Yeah," I sigh, catching my breath as the pleasure slowly fades again.
My clit is still pulsing between my legs as he hovers over me and kisses me deeply.
So much for being nothing but professional colleagues.
17
Vanessa
The lab is so quiet you could hear a pin drop, especially now that we've stopped moaning through our labored breaths and cries of ecstasy - which I now realize were far too loud for comfort.
Neither of us moves or says a word. My heart quickly grows heavy with fear. Fear of getting caught, fear of getting hurt. How could I let myself cross this line with him again?
As soon as I ask myself the question, the answer comes to me clear as day. I haven't stopped yearning for this from the moment I left him in that hotel room. I've spent every single day since wanting more.
So really, the better question is...how did we manage to go this long without crossing the line?
Joshua studies me, looking at me like he can read my mind. I hate when he does that because a decade ago - it often felt like hereally couldread my mind.
"Don't apologize and don't say it shouldn't have happened," he commands. "It was perfect. Just let it be that." He kisses me on the forehead, then steps back to pull his pants up.
I can't argue with the man. But it's irritating to know he can still read me so easily.
I'm clueless about how to behave after that. I straighten my hair and clothes and find a mirror to fix my makeup in. But now what? Am I supposed to go back to work like nothing happened?
I look at the centrifuge where our hands accidentally touched. Who knew such a small thing could spark such a huge misstep? Like a spark in dryer lint.Poof. It all goes up in flames so fast.
I look to the time on my phone for some kind of saving grace. Technically, I don't need to leave to pick up Addy for dance for another half hour, but I figure if I needed to pick something up on the way…I'd have to leave now. The problem is my brain is complete mush and absent of absolutely anything I might need to pick up right now. But…he doesn't have to know that.
"It's time for me to go," I announce.
"It's early," he shoots back without missing a beat.
"I have to stop by the store," I argue, resisting the urge to over explain. It's none of his business what I may or may not need at this fake store run.
The new Ashford takes over again. He simply smiles and says, "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow."
I bolt from the lab before he can get any bright ideas about how to talk me into staying.
I scurry home so I can pick up Addy for dance, but I take my time in getting there since I have a half hour to kill. But the last thing I need right now is idle time on my hands. It leaves too much room for my mind to wander back to what we just did...everything that was horrible about it, and everything that was wonderful about it.
I stay as busy as possible for the rest of the night. Addy gets irritated with me as I zip around from cleaning to laundry to pestering her about homework and anything else she might need from me.
All the busy work and the mental stress is good for one thing: when my head hits the pillow that night, I instantly fall into a deep, deep sleep. Of course I'm plagued with dreams about Joshua's body all night, but I wake up feeling rested the next morning.
There's a sweetness to the air of the lab as I walk in to work, which is a relief. I'll take anything just so long as it doesn't smell like sex, ratting us out to anyone who steps foot in here. I walk over to my station and move my bag from my shoulder to the back of my chair. I'm in such a frazzled daze, that it's only as I sit down that I notice the source of the smell - a vase of fresh pink roses is waiting there for me.
I read the card and glance over to Joshua. He doesn't seem apologetic and he doesn't shy away from me. He just smiles and starts talking about work.
I play along and try to get my head in the game.Focus, Vanessa. Focus.My pen taps furiously on the desk, and my eyes keep drifting back to the flowers.
