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Her head fell back as I slid one finger inside her, then two. “God, Austin...”
“Feel how perfectly you respond to me,” I murmured, curling my fingers to stroke that spot inside her that made her tremble. “Distance can’t change this.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, beginning to rock against my hand. “Don’t stop.”
“I want to hear you say it,” I urged, my thumb working her clit while my fingers maintained their rhythm. “What do you need?”
“You,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Only you.”
“No matter where?” I pressed, increasing the pressure.
“Anywhere,” she panted, her eyes locking with mine despite her pleasure-hazed expression. “Everywhere. Just—please?—”
I kissed her deeply, swallowing her desperate sounds as she began to tighten around my fingers. She clutched at me, her movements growing more frantic as she chased her release.
“That’s it,” I encouraged as her rhythm faltered. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
“I’m going to—” she gasped, trembling on the edge.
“Come for me,” I commanded, curling my fingers just right while pressing firmly on her clit. “Now, Kate.”
She shattered against me, crying out as her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around my fingers. I continued stroking her through her climax, only slowing when she collapsed against my chest, breathing hard against my neck.
When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were soft with satisfaction but also filled with something deeper that made my heart race.
“Bed,” I said, standing with her still wrapped around me. “Right now.”
She nodded, clinging to me as I carried her down the hallway.
CHAPTER 15
KATE
Istared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. I’d actually taken time with my appearance today—taming my wild
auburn hair into something resembling professional, wearing the one wrinkle-free blouse I owned, and even applying mascara without poking myself in the eye. A minor miracle.
“You’ve got this,” I whispered, gripping the edge of the sink. “Just explain how your bacterial enzyme innovations could literally save millions of lives in a way that doesn’t make you sound like a nervous chipmunk on caffeine.”
My phone buzzed on the counter with a text.
Austin
Knock ‘em dead, Dr. Ellis. Those faculty members won’t know what hit them.
A smile spread across my face as I typed back.
Either my research will blow their minds or I’ll accidentally knock over the projector. Either way, something explosive is happening today.
Austin
My money’s on the first option. Call me after?
Will do. Thanks for believing in me.
I tucked my phone away, warmth blooming in my chest. Even with trade rumors hanging over our heads, Austin had been my rock the past week, listening to me practice my presentation multiple times despite understanding maybe ten percent of the scientific terminology.
When I arrived at the lecture hall, my stomach lurched at the sight of the assembled faculty—twelve pairs of critical eyes ready to dissect my research. Dr. Barnes nodded curtly from the front row, her expression giving nothing away.
