Page 60 of Bombshell

“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I lost control.”

“It’s okay. I mean, it’s safe. Right? I am due to start my period in three days. That’s”—I paused, feeling my face flush—“not an, uh, fertile time.” Yes, I had Googled it.

“Can’t say that has ever been an issue for me. Not something I’ve had to worry about, seeing as you’re the only female I want to shoot my load in like a fucking caveman.”

I buried my face against his chest and giggled. Yes, I giggled.

His deep chuckle made me feel warm inside as he held me tighter to him. “You’ve got my head all kinds of fucked up, Tink.”

A knock at the door reminded me where we were, and I dropped my hands and looked up at Micah, panicked. He just grinned like we hadn’t just had sex at my job.

“Hey, uh, Dolly. I hate to interrupt, but Professor Yow is here, looking for Lewin’s Essential Genes. He said you had held it for him,” Zander called through the door.

I shoved Micah back and scrambled off the desk, straightening my panties and then pulling down my skirt. “Oh, yes, I’ll be right there,” I told him.

“Okay.” Zander’s tone suggested he knew exactly what we had been doing. He seemed to be on the verge of laughter.

I covered my warm cheeks with my palms, scanning the room for the book I had set aside for the professor.

Micah walked over and bent down to pick up a book, then held it out to me. “Looking for this?”

I grabbed it and sighed in relief. “Yes.”

He reached out and pulled me to him, kissing my forehead. “Make this quick,” he told me. “I’m ready to put you on the back of my bike.”

I stared up at him. His bike. He’d had a new battery put in my car, and he had been bringing me to work in my car the past few days. I’d thought he had changed his mind about my riding on his bike. He’d been so against it, as if it were a privilege he wasn’t willing to hand out to anyone.

“You brought your bike?” I asked.

“Yeah, Tink.” Then, he nodded his head toward the door. “Let’s give this to the guy who has a hard-on for me and leave.”

I let out a laugh. “You mean, Zander?”

“He’s not subtle. Let’s just say that.”

I patted his chest. “Stop walking around like a sex god, and folks won’t drool.”

This time, it was Micah who laughed.

Zander was busy helping someone when we left, but he winked at me, then waggled his eyebrows. Micah kept his arm over my shoulders on the way outside to the bike. When we got there, I saw the pink helmet on the seat of the bike.

I paused and looked up at him.

“What?” he asked, trying not to smile. He was pleased with himself.

“You bought me a pink helmet?”

He shrugged. “I assumed that was your favorite color since half the shit you own is pink.”

“It is. But that isn’t the point, is it, Micah Abe? The point is you BOUGHT me a helmet to ride your bike. You didn’t borrow one. You went and picked out one for me.”

He smirked then. “You seem real damn pleased about it too.”

“It might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me,” I admitted.

He picked it up and slipped it on my head, then fastened it like I was a child. When he was satisfied it was on safely, he brushed his knuckles over my chin, but said nothing. I didn’t need him to. His actions were far stronger than his words anyway.

I watched as he threw his leg over the bike, then held out a hand for me to take as I climbed on behind him. Once I was settled, he squeezed my thigh, then leaned forward as I wrapped my arms around his middle.

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