Merry and Bright(12)

“Good.” He laved one nipple with special, tender care, then gave the other the same attention, until her hips were rocking restlessly, needing, desperately needing. His hands danced up the back of her thighs, cupped her bottom and squeezed. “That’s real good.”

She tried to tug off his T-shirt, murmuring in delight when he helped, pulling it over his head. When she leaned in to kiss his chest, he let his head fall back, his hand coming up to cup the back of hers, which tightened on her as she licked his nipple. Egged on by his shaky exhale and the way he moved hungrily against her, she did it again, lapping up his magnificent body, all lean, long, hard angles, so male, so hot. It was incredible, it was freeing, knowing this was just sex, that’s all, and for that moment she felt like a different woman, and she loved it. Loved how he made her feel. “I’m ready for the fast and hard portion of the program,” she whispered against his skin.

“Me, too.” He urged her hand lower to prove it, helping her unzip his pants to free the essentials.

“Oh,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around him. “You’ve definitely got the hard part covered.”

“Yeah. Let’s work on the fast.” Pressing his mouth to her shoulder, he hooked his fingers in her panties. “Lift up, Maggie.” He tugged the material off and over his shoulder. The table was cold against her butt, making her gasp, but he slid his hands beneath her.

She’d meant to do this quick, meant to get only what she needed and get out, but suddenly, getting out was the furthest thing from her mind. Awash in sensory overload, she wanted to do this for the next hour.

All night.

Straining against him, breathing like a lunatic, she murmured in surprise when he suddenly dropped to his knees and yanked her forward.

Right against his mouth.

He kissed her then, using his tongue, his teeth, and she lost herself.

Completely.

Lost.

Herself.

When she’d stopped shuddering, he surged back to his feet, produced a condom—God bless the condom—then in the next breath filled her so full she nearly came again on impact.

And then he began to move, and she did come.

Instantaneous orgasm.

It boggled her mind, coming like that, coming without even trying, certainly without straining for it. He brought her up again with fierce thrusts that took her so far beyond her own experiences, she wasn’t sure she could even bear it. But then he whispered her name in a voice that assured her she wasn’t alone in this, that he was just as lost in her as she was in him.

Right there in the very lab where she’d had endless fantasies about him for the past two months, he made them all come to life. And suddenly she wasn’t lost at all, but found, one-hundred-percent found.





Jacob was still trying to find his legs and gather his senses when he heard it, a soft click, like a door closing. With Maggie plopped against him like a rag doll, he lifted his head but the lab door was closed.

In his arms, Maggie stirred, and frowned. “Was that the door?”

“I thought so but—”

“No.” She peeked over his shoulder. “Couldn’t be. It’s locked. Oh my God, do you think someone saw us?”

“Who has the key?”

She blanched and straightened. “My bosses. And probably others. But they’re all gone for the day, or so I thought.” She pushed at him and he released his hold on her, stepping back as she hopped down and tried to put her bra back on. “Someone was in here.”

Yeah. Very likely, which pissed him off.

“But why? No one could have known we were going to . . .”

“What do you keep in here? Anything you don’t want anyone to see?”

She struggled with her blouse a moment, then whirled around, snatching her panties off a microscope with a sound of distress. “Plenty.”

Her answer had him taking a second look at her as she fumbled to right her skirt, which was all twisted around her waist, a hot look he might add. He knew Data Tech specialized in the latest technology and inventions, putting new and innovative things on the market, often years ahead of their competition, but he had no idea what Maggie did exactly except make edible honey lotion. She limped away and into her office, still trying to fix her clothes. “I don’t know what anyone could have been looking for . . .” Then she turned back to him. “My briefcase. I left it and my purse in your temporary office—”

“Wait here.” He ran back to the other side of the building, grabbed her briefcase and purse and turned to head back to her, but she’d come up behind him, standing there pale and quiet as he handed everything over.

“There’s no one on my floor,” she said. “No one who might have come into my lab. Everyone’s office is dark.” She opened up her briefcase, searching inside for . . .

A glass vial.

Looking extremely thankful to see it, she flipped through the rest of the briefcase, checked her laptop, and then took a deep sigh of intense relief.

“Important stuff?”

“Two years’ worth of work, and this sample is definitely valuable enough to steal. If you know what you’re looking for.”

“What is it?”

“Transdermal drug delivery.”

“Trans what?”

“It’s a way to get cancer prevention and gene repair medication through skin care.”