JR (11 page)
Authors: HP
“I want to feel it.” Turning towards him, she reached out, cupped the back of his thigh then tugged him closer.
Before he realized what he intended, he knelt on the bed next to Becca. His pants fell around his knees as he touched the tip of his erection to her breasts. She cupped one luscious mound in each hand, sandwiching his cock between them. The heated silk of her skin was more temptation than he could resist.
The liquid seeping from his cock eased the way when he began to stroke through the luxuriant valley. His balls brushed against her belly as he slid, long and slow, between her perfect tits. After a precious few heavenly strokes, his climax demanded release.
With one final pump, he exploded, sending his seed shooting out across her chest. Watching the first strand decorate her nipple made the orgasm intensify until he feared he might burst a blood vessel or have a heart attack.
Either way he’d go happy.
Spent, he half collapsed. His hands braced on the far side of Becca, preventing him from crushing her while his hips thrust in a shallow path across her chest. His cock glided through the hot ejaculate covering her, drawing his balls across the globes of her breasts.
Kurt dragged himself away from her even as his still-hard cock begged him to return, to bury it balls-deep inside her, to claim her once and for all. He stared, transfixed, when her tongue darted out to steal a quick taste of his cream off her own nipple. Then she massaged the rest into her chest like the most extravagant lotion on earth before nuzzling deeper into her pillow and closing her eyes, drifting off to sleep once more.
Now
that
was the hottest thing he’d seen in his life.
He retrieved the vibrator off the bed, headed to the bathroom, cleaned it—and himself—before returning to wash away the evidence of his lack of control. Swiping a damp cloth across her beautiful chest, Kurt couldn’t believe this had happened. No woman had ever affected him like this before.
Feeling bewildered, and more than a little guilty, he knelt to ensure she was okay one last time. He tucked the sheets around her, brushed his lips over her forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, Becca.”
The mother of all headaches greeted Rebecca in the morning. She considered the amount of light pouring in the windows with her slit eyes and determined she had overslept. Turning on her side, she reached for her clock radio to assess the damage but her hand bumped into a tall glass of water, spilling a few drops on the note pinned beneath it.
Becca, take these aspirin and drink all of the water. I have a nine o’clock appointment but I’ll meet you in
the laboratory around noon.
—Kurt
She froze in mid motion to stare at his familiar scrawl as hazy images of the night before resurfaced.
Oh,
God!
It hadn’t been a dream. She struggled to push aside the fog of confusion that had surrounded her on waking the last few days. Her ability to tell dreams from reality had become faulty with the stress of finals and her upcoming job search taking its toll.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, dropped her head in her hands then concentrated on remembering yesterday. The experiment! For a few minutes, the sexual adventure seemed like a dream, if an oddly familiar one, before she conjured details even the best nighttime mirage hadn’t rivaled. Details too vivid to be fantasy including the velvety texture of Kurt’s erection on her tongue and the enthralling scent of his skin.
The blurry recollection of divulging her family troubles alarmed her far more than the exploration of her long-subdued physical needs. Worst of all had been her naiveté in pretending he cared beyond some damn footnote explaining her reactions during the study. Had she really told him all about her mother?
In the full glare of morning, with the flickering light and his gentle support removed, the harsh implications of her actions staggered her. She’d worked all this time to prove her unsurpassed aptitude for both her job and schoolwork, to show Dr. Foster she deserved a chance in his firm. Now she may have jeopardized it all because she couldn’t think straight when he was near.
Just like her mother.
Disgraced and ashamed, she recalled the way she’d assaulted Kurt the night before. He’d been working a case. Instead of remaining calm and detached while communicating the necessary data, she’d demonstrated her inability to handle the pressure by getting drunk to cope. Still, he’d been kind enough to see her home. Then, to top it all off, she’d begged the man who’d been her mentor for years—the man she hoped would continue to be her boss—to fuck her. Again.
He’d been too nice to say no outright.
Not like this, Becca.
Crap! He couldn’t stand to touch her in a personal setting so he’d used her vibrator instead. She sneered at her overdramatic thoughts in self-disgust but she couldn’t deny he’d contained the more sexual aspects of their relationship to the study proceedings. His mechanical solution had maintained impersonality. When the spotty memory of him working the device into her made her pussy start to get wet all over again, even as she berated herself for wanting him, she debated giving up and climbing back into bed. She couldn’t imagine him ever taking her serious as a professional again.
But she couldn’t quit now.
I’ll be more focused than ever
. Unwilling to watch her dream fall apart so close to realization, she vowed to pull herself together. Today, her attraction to Dr. Foster wouldn’t affect their work together. She would demonstrate to them both she could remain detached regardless of the pathetic crush he must now know she had on him.
Please, God, don’t let him laugh in my face.
***
In the end, duty won out over selfishness.
The thirst clawing at his throat would only be quenched when he saw Becca again, even if he had to pretend the experiment necessitated their interaction. Confessing the depth of his longing wasn’t an option, not if he wanted to preserve their working relationship and definitely not if he wanted a successful experiment. If he didn’t see this through, the board would have him banned.
The truth would destroy everything.
An eternity passed between each heavy tock of the second hand, until the hour freed him from his patient.
Finally, he could begin work on the Dream Machine for the day. He grabbed Becca’s lust-inducing shoe off the table in his office, his dick filling again at the sight of it. On the way toward his laboratory, he chuckled, recalling the classic fairy tale, Cinderella.
If claiming his princess and convincing her of their perfect fit could be so simple, he’d slip the spike heel on her right now. But her stubborn streak, and lack of self-awareness, prevented such an easy solution. Hell, he didn’t know what to make of things himself. The potent energy between them shocked him. It had taken all of his willpower to walk away from her last night. He grinned at the thought of continuing their journey while he opened the door to the laboratory.
He had so much to show her.
Her innocence drew him but he was man enough to admit it scared him, too. Without practical experience, Becca might fall victim to society’s propaganda promoting romantic ideals of love in relationships. She might forget her training, her understanding of science, and believe a relationship between two people consisted of more than compatible hormones and animal magnetism. But, he didn’t have a choice.
If he wanted to compile official data in support of the Dream Machine by the council’s deadline, he had to act now. However, if he came clean with himself, he’d have to admit his primary goal had transformed from proving his invention worked, to using the Dream Machine to draw Becca out of her rigid confinement.
Besides, he had no doubt about the functionality of the Dream Machine, thanks to the fucking bastard who’d stolen his invention in the equivalent of taking it out joyriding for a night. He’d preyed on Becca as she dozed at her desk while Kurt had been called away on an emergency.
Then, soon-to-be-ex-Dr. Wexford had shared the privileged view into Becca’s delectable dreams with the board. Since every last one of her fantasies featured Kurt, they’d insisted he recreate the scenes and measure her responses to see if they truly comprised her greatest desires, as long as she consented to intimacy with him.
Which she eagerly had, even seeking him out before he could propose the arrangement. She’d provided all the confirmation necessary with her sweet approach.
No, the Dream Machine worked. He just had to verify it for the review board.
He entered the private workspace, pleased to see Becca waiting for him. Following quick on the heels of his elation, a surge of disappointment burst through him at her clothed state. The insolent glare, which pronounced her intentional disobedience, ratcheted his irritation to the next level.
He had a reputation for being laid-back in the classroom and at work. He enjoyed the company of women, especially strong-willed women, but a streak of dominance ran deep through his soul.
In private, he craved the thrill of the chase and the eventual surrender of an independent woman. Those he pursued had never resisted his will for long. His sexual preferences compelled him toward submissives.
Therefore, when he saw Becca—the one woman whose compliance he coveted—clothed, hands on hips, with pure defiance radiating from her expression, something inside him snapped.
He couldn’t suppress his nature around her.
Kurt crossed to her with two powerful strides then fisted his hand in her hair. Tugging the silky strands with enough force to sting, he compelled her to meet his gaze. Today she would get more than the patient teacher. Even he couldn’t disguise reactions this intense. He prayed she could handle the extremity of his temperament because he wouldn’t stop now unless she quit the study. Their own version of a safe word.
“Have you forgotten the rules so soon?” He spoke with a quiet command more forceful than a raised voice.
The beast inside him yearned to run free after years on a leash. Close enough to see his expression reflected—a little wild—in her eyes, catching her scent, he focused on controlling the need to tear off her clothes.
He’d like to teach her another kind of lesson right here and now.
Kurt watched excitement flare in the beautiful jade depths of her eyes as he studied them for hints of panic or discomfort. Though the shock and miniscule pain of his grip flickered across her expression, her arousal overrode the other reactions. Becca arched closer to him, her nipples growing tight where they poked his abdomen. Then she held still, never looking away but ceding to his challenge, allowing him to keep her close.
A shiver ran through her. So connected to her, each minute movement advertised her needs like a giant, glowing neon sign. She tried to hide but he understood pleasure, not fear, drove her response. If frightened, she wouldn’t hesitate to knock him back. Knowing she enjoyed his control only fueled his desire. Still, she wasn’t giving him anything for free today.
“You weren’t here yet. I didn’t feel like sitting around nude while I waited,
Doctor
.” She paused long enough to make the bastardization of his title apparent. While he demanded the use of his title in this room, he couldn’t construe it as a sign of respect or deference when it launched off her lips like an insult.
Damn!
They’d made such good progress last night. Now, despite her body’s betrayal of her obvious arousal, she’d returned to the cool distance and impenetrable formality that drove him insane. Kurt had to breach her resistance before she could withdraw further. Her retreat tested his control like a deer running from a wolf, but she couldn’t absorb the full force of his disposition yet. He had to earn her trust first.
Fortunately, he held all the cards in this situation. Hell, he’d always enjoyed a challenge. Whatever barrier held her back, he would find and destroy it. Tormenting Becca with desire until she begged for relief at his hand sounded like one of the most gratifying things he could imagine.
“Resistance is a waste of energy.” Dr. Foster’s voice, rough and graveled, raked across Rebecca’s senses.
“Get those clothes off so we can begin.”
She hadn’t wanted him to think her eager although, in truth, she might have died if anything had delayed him. Sheer determination veiled her desire. She refused to let herself get sidetracked again. Proving she could be professional in all circumstances, especially in their business dealings, was of utmost importance.
She stifled a gasp when he abruptly released his hold, attempting to ignore the pulsing ache left in its wake.
She stumbled back a step. A thrill of excitement raced through her, mixing with the tingling in her scalp that reminded her of his authority. She focused her attention on the task at hand in an attempt to distract herself from her body’s traitorous reaction.
With efficient precision, Rebecca removed, folded then stacked her clothes before scooting onto the examination table. Though she couldn’t prevent her skin from blushing under Dr. Foster’s observation, she concentrated on relaxing her fists at her sides when she reclined.
