judgment. Johns stammered his way through the conversation.
When Williams prepared to leave, Johns placed his hand on his shoulder and held him a few moments longer. His deliberate ploy to delay was obvious to Coy.After a few moments, Williams finally tore himself from Johns’ idle conversation. Watching him walk away, Johns then turned and locked eyes with Coy. He stepped toward the glass, shook his head, grinned, and then shook an accusing finger.
* * * *
Johns worked in his office through lunch. Pecking on his computer, he labored diligently at his desk.Hearing his doorknob turning, he elevated his head.Unexpectedly, the door opened quietly. Before he could gather his thoughts, Coy stepped inside his office and closed the door. Seeing the hungry expression on her face, Johns leaned back in his chair, rolling away from his computer. A smile seamed his shapely lips. “Well. The temptress strikes again.” He slowly rubbed his palms together.
The black stilettos moved Coy closer. After placing her hands on her hips, she moistened her full lips. “I’m sure you have no objections.”
He paused. “No. You’re quite the spoiled harlot. I can tell you’re accustomed to having your way.”
Walking slowly toward Johns, Coy unbuttoned the top button of her lab coat. “Is that a bad thing?” she whined.
“No—no, it’s just that one minute you’re demure and innocent, then the next minute, you’re a raging nympho.”
Coy walked up to the chair in front of his desk. She raised her skirt and placed her stiletto clad foot on the seat of the chair. With a deft touch she stroked the trimmed muff between her thighs.
Johns’ eyes widened. He inhaled deeply. There was no sign of panties at all. “So, is this proper lab attire?”
“No,” she cocked her head to one side, “but I brought your lunch.” She parted her lips, then ran her fingers between her legs to collect her wetness. “Can’t have you skipping meals.”
“Mmm, and a delectable dish you are.”He stood up and trotted around his desk. “You disgusting little sorceress.” With narrowed eyes he admitted, “You’re stuck in my mind and you know it. I’m under your vile spell. I must taste you, or die trying.”
Coy placed her glistening fingers to Johns’ lips. Helpless against her, he eagerly accepted her offering. Suckling the length of her fingers, he licked the sweetness of her remains. “How did I get so lucky?”
With a sigh, Coy narrowed her fiery eyes. “Don’t you know, Baron? We have chemistry.” Again, she shoved her fingers into the balmy cavern. Jabbing forcefully, she shuddered beneath her own pleasure. Parting her lips, she panted ferociously. On the wings of orgasm, she jutted forward. “Quench my fires,” she demanded.
Coy stimulating herselfexcited Johns.He gasped. When she dipped her fingers once more, his trousers grew too small. Quickly, he pulled back his lab coat. “There is no doubt about our chemistry.” Standing between her long thighs he kissed her ruby lips.
With her foot elevated on the chair, Coy displayed her meal, parting her moist folds. “Lunch is ready.”
Johns lowered himself on one knee, grasped her rear, and pulled it near his face. Blissfully closing his eyes, he inhaled the feast that sat before him. Tilting her fleshy folds, he then took a succulent pull.
Coy stiffened above him.Placing her hands in his hair, she then shoved her banquet against his face. Swaying slightly, she purred.
Johns tortured her, prodded diligently; he attempted to fill her needs.
Chapter Seven
A fulfilling lunch with Dr. Johns, and Coy was deeply satisfied. Now, she turned her attentions back to her beloved job. In need of lab supplies, Coy made a quick trip upstairs to Central Supply. Standing behind a high shelf, she patiently counted boxes of gloves and bonnets, stacking them neatly in her arms. Hearing familiar voices on an adjacent isle, Coy raised a brow.
Hector and Erin were not an item,
When Williams prepared to leave, Johns placed his hand on his shoulder and held him a few moments longer. His deliberate ploy to delay was obvious to Coy.After a few moments, Williams finally tore himself from Johns’ idle conversation. Watching him walk away, Johns then turned and locked eyes with Coy. He stepped toward the glass, shook his head, grinned, and then shook an accusing finger.
* * * *
Johns worked in his office through lunch. Pecking on his computer, he labored diligently at his desk.Hearing his doorknob turning, he elevated his head.Unexpectedly, the door opened quietly. Before he could gather his thoughts, Coy stepped inside his office and closed the door. Seeing the hungry expression on her face, Johns leaned back in his chair, rolling away from his computer. A smile seamed his shapely lips. “Well. The temptress strikes again.” He slowly rubbed his palms together.
The black stilettos moved Coy closer. After placing her hands on her hips, she moistened her full lips. “I’m sure you have no objections.”
He paused. “No. You’re quite the spoiled harlot. I can tell you’re accustomed to having your way.”
Walking slowly toward Johns, Coy unbuttoned the top button of her lab coat. “Is that a bad thing?” she whined.
“No—no, it’s just that one minute you’re demure and innocent, then the next minute, you’re a raging nympho.”
Coy walked up to the chair in front of his desk. She raised her skirt and placed her stiletto clad foot on the seat of the chair. With a deft touch she stroked the trimmed muff between her thighs.
Johns’ eyes widened. He inhaled deeply. There was no sign of panties at all. “So, is this proper lab attire?”
“No,” she cocked her head to one side, “but I brought your lunch.” She parted her lips, then ran her fingers between her legs to collect her wetness. “Can’t have you skipping meals.”
“Mmm, and a delectable dish you are.”He stood up and trotted around his desk. “You disgusting little sorceress.” With narrowed eyes he admitted, “You’re stuck in my mind and you know it. I’m under your vile spell. I must taste you, or die trying.”
Coy placed her glistening fingers to Johns’ lips. Helpless against her, he eagerly accepted her offering. Suckling the length of her fingers, he licked the sweetness of her remains. “How did I get so lucky?”
With a sigh, Coy narrowed her fiery eyes. “Don’t you know, Baron? We have chemistry.” Again, she shoved her fingers into the balmy cavern. Jabbing forcefully, she shuddered beneath her own pleasure. Parting her lips, she panted ferociously. On the wings of orgasm, she jutted forward. “Quench my fires,” she demanded.
Coy stimulating herselfexcited Johns.He gasped. When she dipped her fingers once more, his trousers grew too small. Quickly, he pulled back his lab coat. “There is no doubt about our chemistry.” Standing between her long thighs he kissed her ruby lips.
With her foot elevated on the chair, Coy displayed her meal, parting her moist folds. “Lunch is ready.”
Johns lowered himself on one knee, grasped her rear, and pulled it near his face. Blissfully closing his eyes, he inhaled the feast that sat before him. Tilting her fleshy folds, he then took a succulent pull.
Coy stiffened above him.Placing her hands in his hair, she then shoved her banquet against his face. Swaying slightly, she purred.
Johns tortured her, prodded diligently; he attempted to fill her needs.
Chapter Seven
A fulfilling lunch with Dr. Johns, and Coy was deeply satisfied. Now, she turned her attentions back to her beloved job. In need of lab supplies, Coy made a quick trip upstairs to Central Supply. Standing behind a high shelf, she patiently counted boxes of gloves and bonnets, stacking them neatly in her arms. Hearing familiar voices on an adjacent isle, Coy raised a brow.
Hector and Erin were not an item,
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