Page 30 of Lethal Game

“Um, I just... what should I do to her?”

There was a pause, then Connor sighed and said, “Holy fuck, Gene, have you never fooled around?”

“I’m a geek, Con, and I’ve never been comfortable talking to women I don’t know. If Jones hadn’t made the first move I wouldn’t have gotten to the point where I needed to have this conversation with anyone.”

There was a long pause, then Connor said, “Okay, here’s what you’re going to do. You tell her that it’s your turn for some dessert, and then you’re going to eat her out.”

“Uh...”

“Oral sex, Gene. You’re going to lick and suck on her clit while you finger fuck her. All you have to do is listen to her to know if you’re doing it right. You’re smart, you’ll catch on quick.”

Ohmygod.

“Oookay.” Eugene sounded as gobsmacked as she felt. Who needed to breathe when the image of Connor doing all that to her,his head between her legs,was all she could think about.

“Something tells me she’ll give you very specific feedback for the whole shebang.”

Sophia’s breathing was much too loud, but she couldn’t do a thing about it. Connor’s advice on how to give oral sex sounded good to her. Really good.

Movement from inside Max’s office had her rushing into her own as quietly as she could. She dashed across the room and sat behind her microscope, breathing much too fast for someone who was trying to pretend she hadn’t just overheard the sexiest sex advice ever.

A knock on her doorjamb jerked her gaze up.

Connor stood in the doorway. “Do you mind if I bring my reports in here to read?”

He looked perfectly normal, not like a man who’d just been mentoring a younger man on how to pleasure a woman. She managed a shaky smile. “Not at all, you can use the other desk if you like.”

He frowned. “Is there something wrong? You look a little stunned.”

She ignored the heat coming off her face and prayed he didn’t notice. “I’m okay, just lost in thought when you knocked.” Very lost. Who cares if she ever got found, lost.

“I’ll be right back.” He disappeared and Sophia finally let out the breath she was holding.

Connor came back a minute later, enough time for her to put an actual slide on the microscope. She took it off after he came in and put the whole tray of slides aside to be filed.

In an effort to get sexual fantasies about Connor out of her head, she pulled out a report sent to her from the CDC regarding the current incidence of a variety of infectious diseases around the world.

If people knew how many deadly infectious diseases were active on the planet, they’d be surprised—and a whole lot more paranoid about catching one.

Connor swore and she glanced at him. His voice sounded tight. “What?”

He looked up from the report he was reading, anger sharpening his features. “This Akbar asshole is nuts.”

“Yes, he is.”

“How did he not kill himself with that anthrax he messed with?”

“We don’t know. He doesn’t appear to take the proper precautions to prevent infecting himself with whatever he’s working with, but we could be wrong.”

Connor grumbled under his breath some more, then said clearly, “The problem with predicting what a madman will do is that they’re unpredictable. He won’t make rational decisions.”

She considered that. “He has no moral compass and wants revenge. What would a man determined to kill as many people as possible do?”

Connor stared at her, but she could almost hear the gears in his head turning. “He’s a chemist.”

She waited for him to continue his train of thought.

“Why isn’t he using chemical weapons?” Connor asked.

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