ran her hands along the back of a chair, watching me as I looked around. “What did you think of Hood?”
“Not what I expected in a scientist.”
“He’s very good at what he does.”
“So you tell me.” I glanced around. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“The shake he made speaks for itself.”
“What’s a bio-geneticist doing dabbling in protein shake formulas?”
Giselle turned her back, went to the window, pulled the blinds and looked down on the city. “He’s an amazing creature.”
I closed the gap between us, touched her elbow so she’d turn and look me in the eye. I hadn’t noticed it before, but she didn’t do that much. Tended to pin her gaze on my lips. “That doesn’t actually answer my question, does it?”
“He’s brilliant, gets bored, dabbles in other fingers of research.”
Slipping my hands to her hips, I tugged her close. After all, she’d been pretty friendly with me.
“He’s got full rein in Lobos.”
“What can you tell me about him?”
That made her a little uncomfortable. Her gaze dropped to my chest. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down.
And I wanted to kiss her.
I bent down to do it. Fuck Hood.
Maybe that shake hadn’t fully worn off.
Her arms slipped around my neck the moment my lips touched hers. A second later, what seemed a little desperate, she pressed herself against me and slid her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself. Not that I’d ever tried my semen before, but I knew that the flavor, it had the scent of me. It reminded me of what she’d done for me earlier.
Not all that long before. But eons, it seemed like, at that moment. Too long.
I let one hand wander to her ass, squeeze, draw her on top of my leg, which I’d insinuated between hers. And my other hand slid up under her jacket, to cup her breast. It, too, applied a little pressure.
She gasped and groaned a little behind the kiss and the possessive grips, and that encouraged me to be a little bolder. Before long, she was grinding against my leg, and my cock had swollen again.
Her skirt rode up. I realized then that she had no panties on.
My arm is long enough to reach around her ass and finger her clit--to feel how wet she was for me.
The hand on her breast slid down between us, undid my pants, and I turned her toward the glass, lifted her. Giselle wrapped her legs around my waist, cupped my jaw with both her hands and looked down at me. Her thumbs brushed my lower lip. I watched her swallow hard before she said, “You have bedroom eyes, Jack.”
“You think so?”
My hips thrust upward. I entered her with a deft move that had her wincing, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to mine. I held myself rigid inside of her, letting her come to terms with it.
When she opened her eyes again, I asked, “Okay?”
She nodded, licked her lips, and gave me a little smile, whispering wispily, “I wish you’d join the team.”
Okay, call me an egotist, but that spelled it all out for me. The chick wasn’t hot for my bod. She was doing her job. It pissed me off. I fucked her hard.
Anyone with binoculars aimed at that window could have watched.
Fucking Hood, with his video cameras everywhere--surely did.
When I got real close to coming, I asked Giselle, “Is this what’s required of a team player?”
She looked a little confused, and told me, “Stop.”
Ah, I was close. Fucking way too close.
But I did. Call me master of all men. Master of myself. I was used to driving myself to the edge.
I let her go, watched her take a few steps while my cock hung out, dripping. I had to squeeze it, placate it for what it had lost. Lost because of my mouth.
Giselle ran her hands through her hair. Smoothed her
“Not what I expected in a scientist.”
“He’s very good at what he does.”
“So you tell me.” I glanced around. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“The shake he made speaks for itself.”
“What’s a bio-geneticist doing dabbling in protein shake formulas?”
Giselle turned her back, went to the window, pulled the blinds and looked down on the city. “He’s an amazing creature.”
I closed the gap between us, touched her elbow so she’d turn and look me in the eye. I hadn’t noticed it before, but she didn’t do that much. Tended to pin her gaze on my lips. “That doesn’t actually answer my question, does it?”
“He’s brilliant, gets bored, dabbles in other fingers of research.”
Slipping my hands to her hips, I tugged her close. After all, she’d been pretty friendly with me.
“He’s got full rein in Lobos.”
“What can you tell me about him?”
That made her a little uncomfortable. Her gaze dropped to my chest. She sucked in her lower lip and bit down.
And I wanted to kiss her.
I bent down to do it. Fuck Hood.
Maybe that shake hadn’t fully worn off.
Her arms slipped around my neck the moment my lips touched hers. A second later, what seemed a little desperate, she pressed herself against me and slid her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself. Not that I’d ever tried my semen before, but I knew that the flavor, it had the scent of me. It reminded me of what she’d done for me earlier.
Not all that long before. But eons, it seemed like, at that moment. Too long.
I let one hand wander to her ass, squeeze, draw her on top of my leg, which I’d insinuated between hers. And my other hand slid up under her jacket, to cup her breast. It, too, applied a little pressure.
She gasped and groaned a little behind the kiss and the possessive grips, and that encouraged me to be a little bolder. Before long, she was grinding against my leg, and my cock had swollen again.
Her skirt rode up. I realized then that she had no panties on.
My arm is long enough to reach around her ass and finger her clit--to feel how wet she was for me.
The hand on her breast slid down between us, undid my pants, and I turned her toward the glass, lifted her. Giselle wrapped her legs around my waist, cupped my jaw with both her hands and looked down at me. Her thumbs brushed my lower lip. I watched her swallow hard before she said, “You have bedroom eyes, Jack.”
“You think so?”
My hips thrust upward. I entered her with a deft move that had her wincing, closing her eyes and pressing her lips to mine. I held myself rigid inside of her, letting her come to terms with it.
When she opened her eyes again, I asked, “Okay?”
She nodded, licked her lips, and gave me a little smile, whispering wispily, “I wish you’d join the team.”
Okay, call me an egotist, but that spelled it all out for me. The chick wasn’t hot for my bod. She was doing her job. It pissed me off. I fucked her hard.
Anyone with binoculars aimed at that window could have watched.
Fucking Hood, with his video cameras everywhere--surely did.
When I got real close to coming, I asked Giselle, “Is this what’s required of a team player?”
She looked a little confused, and told me, “Stop.”
Ah, I was close. Fucking way too close.
But I did. Call me master of all men. Master of myself. I was used to driving myself to the edge.
I let her go, watched her take a few steps while my cock hung out, dripping. I had to squeeze it, placate it for what it had lost. Lost because of my mouth.
Giselle ran her hands through her hair. Smoothed her
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