Page 76 of Hale Yes
Again, Nicolette smiles. “Have you forgotten I was hired recently? I read the entire employee handbook cover to cover, so I know what it says.” She taps the side of her head, which houses that brilliant brain of hers. “There’s nothing forbidding any kindof relationship between employees at our level. If I were an assistant, yes, that would be a problem, but I’m in a managerial position.”
“Thank fuck,” I say, my mouth back on hers while I’m still uttering the last syllable.
We shrug out of our lab coats and drop them wherever-the-fuck. With our mouths still fused, I go to work on the buttons of her shirt with one hand while cupping her pussy with the other. The heat is evident even through her pants, and it makes my dick throb.
Nicolette, on the other hand, is not quite so dexterous. After a couple fumbling attempts to get my shirt off, she curses and rips the damn thing open, sending buttons pinging to the floor.
It’s undoubtedly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s as anxious for this as I am, and there’s nothing that turns on a man more than a woman who is feral for him.
We pull our mouths apart long enough for me to pull my suspenders down and for us to remove our shirts, and I stare down at her blood-red bra trimmed in lace. “This is sexy as fuck,” I tell her, dragging a single finger along the scalloped edges that barely cover her breasts. “Did you wear it for me?”
Her mouth quirks. “No, I wore it for myself. It’s the one thing I splurge on because?—”
“Pretty lingerie is your guilty pleasure,” I finish, echoing what she told me in our shared room at her parents’ house.
She nods, seeming surprised that I remembered. I flick the clasp open and slip her bra straps down her arms before tossing the garment onto the floor. Her body is fantastic. Her breasts are full and pink tipped, and her waist tapers in before flaring again at the hips.
I haul her against me, loving the feel of bare skin to glorious bare skin. Her tits are soft against my chest, other than the firmpeaks of her nipples. I enjoy the contact for a while until I have to touch her cunt. It’s not a want; it’s an undeniableneed.
After undoing her pants, I slide my hand inside and groan. I feel lace against the back of my hand, and my fingertips brush against silky skin and a tiny stripe of hair. I think it’s called a landing strip, which makes sense because it’s directing me exactly where I want to be like an aircraft controller waving a 747 toward its destination. Not that I need guidance. I know my way around a woman’s body.
Kissing my way down her chest, I look up at her and circle her nipple with the point of my tongue. Wetness meets my fingers as I continue to tease those pert tips, one after the other while my other hand pets her pussy with soothing strokes. I don’t touch her clit yet. I’m enjoying the tease too much.
My voice comes out as a soft warning. “I like being in control, Nicolette.”
Closing her eyes, she whimpers, “Yes.”
“Do what I tell you, and I’ll reward you. Now keep your eyes on me.”
Her lids snap open, and I graze my middle finger over her clit. Her hips jerk, and the nipple I’m currently occupied with hardens against my tongue.
“Yes, Helix. More of that. Please. I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”
“Hmmm, you’re a goddamn good fucking girl if I’ve ever seen one,” I purr, allowing another featherlight brush against that sensitive bud in her panties.
She nods, and her eyes go half-mast, though she keeps them on me like I directed. Her hips squirm and attempt to get more friction against her pussy, but I don’t allow it. Not yet.
“I need you, Helix. Just tell me what to do.”
Taking one nipple into my mouth, I give her a single, hard suck before releasing her with a pop. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Please,” she whispers, jutting her hips forward. “Please make me come. I promise I’ll be so wet for you.”
Taunting her, I ask, “And what would you like me to do with your wet cunt after I’ve made you come?”
Her breaths are rapid pants that make her chest heave back and forth directly in my line of sight. It’s a beautiful sight.
“I want you to fuck it. Hard. However you want.” She blinks with faux innocence and adds, “Please, Dr. Hale.”
God. Damn.
I haven’t come in my pants since I was thirteen and MaryJo Dubanowski showed me her tits behind the gym, but hearing those words from Nicolette’s kiss-puffed lips takes me right to the edge of embarrassing myself.
Finally giving in to her pleas, I rub a firm circle around her clit, and she emits the most delicious sound of pleasure. Wanting to hear more of that, I take one nipple into my mouth and apply enough suction to make my cheeks hollow. Nicolette’s knees wobble, and she grips the edge of the lab table with one hand and uses the other on the back of my head to hold me to her breast. Not that she needs to because I have no desire to be anywhere else.
“Yes, yes, that feels so good, Dr. Hale.”
Fuck, why do I like when she calls me that?
