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“Keep going,” I said simply.
“Okay, so if he asked for access to your preprint, because he would have to ask for the full thing if he wasn’t already in your network, then he either had to impersonate a doctor or use an alias under the guise of someone conducting related research.” Laurel handed me the file folder. “He impersonated a doctor.”
I knew most of this, of course. It was how we had determined that the best bait would be data from our program that we uploaded to a cloud server under the guise of “moving” it somewhere safe. But for her to have figured that out when she had never conducted research of her own, didn’t know what program we used, and had no experience in the science sector whatsoever, was simply stunning. My fingers itched to squish her.
And the thing we hadn’t bothered to dig into was how he had gotten a hold of our preprint. Laurel had done that, somehow. And the reality was so much better than I had anticipated. I didn’t think he’d be dumb enough to impersonate a doctor.
Which was identity theft.
Which was a federal crime.
Laurel squeezed the folder between her hands. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I terrify you? Are you mad? I didn’t snoop into any of your perso—”
I cut her off by swooping down and fitting my lips to hers. I cupped her jaw, and little shocks of pleasure from the softness of her skin against the rough pads on my fingers went straight to my groin. I slanted starving kisses over her mouth, only dimly aware that she had dropped the folder and was leaning into me, her own breathing picking up in tempo as she met me kiss for kiss with hungry passion.
I hooked an arm behind her and lifted her off the couch cushion. I pulled her to me and fitted her on my lap with her legs straddling me and her warm center fitted snugly against my cock. Laurel moaned into my mouth while her hands tangled in my hair and her hips rocked against mine.
Fucking hell. This woman was magic. She was a love spell drunk on pheromones. She smelled like sleep and comfy Laurel mingled with coffee and sugar, and at this rate, I was going to develop a sweet tooth of my own. Our tongues danced, and I captured her lower lip in a punishing bite. She exhaled sharply, but then curved her arms behind my neck to bring herself closer to me.
I slid my hands under the hem of her shirt, causing her stomach to contract harshly. Her shirt came off as my hands caressed a path up her stomach, over her bare breasts and then the shirt was over her head and tossed to the side. She sat bare from the waist up, her eyes half-lidded with desire and panting softly.
My mouth literally watered.
She leaned forward with a lethal combination of sweet and sultry, and with the same tentative fingers that had undressed me the first time we’d made love, she shimmied my shirt off my torso so our skin lay flush against each other.
And then we were starving again. This wasn’t the same slow game I had played with her before. It wasn’t the teasing push and pull I had used to help her enjoy herself as much as I did. This was ravaging need that had wrapped itself around both of us so tightly, there was no chance of pausing to think about it.
The rest of our clothes were off in seconds, and then with reckless abandon, she straddled me again, pushing my chest so I reclined on her couch. She lowered herself over me with an uninhibited groan that echoed the bliss I felt as her tight pussy clenched around my cock.
I hoped against hope that Laurel had the presence of mind to take some contraceptive precautions on her end. If not… well… Shit, I couldn’t even think it through as a coherent thought.
She moved up and down on my length, gasping and moaning as her fingers worked her clit and her perfect ass slapped against my thighs with every stroke she lavished on my cock.
It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed all of her.
I sat up pressing her tightly to me, and then cupping the globes of her buttocks under my hands, I lifted us both and turned, pinning her beneath me on the couch. I had one knee braced on the couch beside her, and my other foot on the ground, and I filled her with needy strokes that pulled low, staccato moans from the base of her throat.
Laurel tensed, her free hand grabbing the couch cushion beneath her, and I knew she was there. With punishing strokes, I pushed her over the edge, and she gasped, her legs shaking and her pussy pulsing around me in rhythmic release.
I gritted my teeth as I felt my climax start from my balls and clench its way through the length of my arousal in waves of euphoric relief. I pulled out of her, snatching my shirt and hoping that I’d timed it well, but that was secondary to the mind-melting ecstasy of cumming all over Laurel Fucking Brook while she came down from her own orgasm.
Suddenly, the power came back on. The lights blinked on with glaring, harsh intensity, and they illuminated Laurel’s flushed cheeks and surprised features.
Then she laughed, and I felt my heart tumble straight into her hands.
Twenty Three
Laurel
Istared at Lachlan from the confines of my blanket burrito, and I wondered if maybe I was a witch. I’d been missing him so badly, I’d daydreamed about him all week. Once I’d discovered a way to shove Jason’s empty threats up his smelly asshole, the only thing I’d wanted to do was run to Lachlan and tell him that I might not be the harassment I thought I was. But I had hurt him. I had rejected him, and he’d kept his distance. Rightfully so.
Ugh, butstillI had wished for him. As I’d fallen asleep, I’d imagined him coming through my front door and telling me none of this bullshit mattered and that he wanted to keep some part of what we’d shared in the last two weeks.
And then… he had. Well, he fucked me first. Thank God. But then, he’d wrapped me in a fluffy blanket from my bed, insisting that I’d frozen myself half to death sleeping without blankets, and then he’d commandeered my kitchen to make us breakfast.
I stared at him with owlish eyes as he poured coffee in two mugs and tossed toasted slices of bread onto mismatched plastic plates.
Oh yeah. I had the gift. I wondered what else I could conjure. A dental plan, maybe?
