As he says ‘deep down,’ he slides his hand down between my legs and gives my well-fucked pussy a squeeze.
“You can’t ask me that,” I whimper.
I can hear his triumphant chuckle. “That tells me the truth. You do want it. And not even all that deep down. You just don’t know how to admit it to yourself because you know you’re not supposed to. You’re supposed to be horrified, and quit and complain. Instead you spread your legs and beg me to fuck you, and you know what, sweetheart? That’s precisely what you’re supposed to do. You’re actually being a very, very good girl.”
His deep voice rumbles rare praise in my ear and I can feel my brain chemistry transforming as a direct result. He pets me between my legs and he murmurs sweet encouragement in my ear and I find myself grinding up against his fingers, wanting him again.
It is like when I enter this lab, I leave the real world behind and step into his realm. The rules are different here. Right and wrong shift, too.
I still don’t know how he snuck into my apartment, and I don’t think I want to know. The notes can help me imagine what he might have done, but who knows, he could have achieved that with a lock pick too.
“You can’t break into my apartment,” I say, trying not to moan. “That’s fucked up. It’s criminal.”
“It’s criminal how much I love being inside you,” he growls. “And it has to be illegal how hard you come when I fuck you. Some of those orgasms seem borderline lethal, little one.”
Now he does sink his teeth into the back of my neck and focuses the tips of his fingers on my clit, and I both moan and shiver at the same time as Simon works me adeptly toward another orgasm.
I’m fucked. I am so fucking done.
CHAPTER 4
Simon
Lydia really has been a very good girl for me. She deserves all the pleasure I give her and more. Sending her home at the end of the day with a warm ass and a pussy full of semen becomes a ritual for the two of us over the following weeks. She works, I work, I fuck her when I want to, or when she needs me to, rinse and repeat.
It’s not a relationship in the traditional sense. I have not taken her on any dates, which is a pity. I want to do that very badly, but I know we are both being watched. Veronica Valentine is invested in this workplace romance in ways she should not be, but for now she’s off my back, and that is letting me pursue a few other angles under her nose.
Eventually, however, she calls for me. I go, because refusing to see her would cause more trouble than whatever she has in mind, I can be sure of that. I do not like the corporate overlords I work for, but as I do not currently have funding for a lab withbillions of dollars of equipment, I need to occasionally dance the way the powers that be require.
Veronica is a smart woman. Possibly the most dangerous woman in North America. She’s the sort of person who always knows the answer to a question before she asks it. That means I pay very special attention to both what she is asking, and what she hasn’t thought to ask yet.
The first question comes before I have even sat down in her office.
“Is she fertilized yet?”
Strange way to ask the question, but okay.
“Possibly. Hard to tell until she tests.”
“She’s too human about it,” Veronica says. “Make her more animal. We need to see how the product works.”
“That would be illegal,” I deadpan.
“It would be. Which is why this conversation isn’t officially happening,” she responds. “We’ve spoken before about your extracurriculars, Dr. Seek. The technologies you should be noting for the company, but keep for yourself. I have turned so many blind eyes it’s starting to become untenable. I might have to report your actions to the board…”
There it is, the cold jaws of the trap closing.
She’s aware of at least some of what I am doing, but I doubt she knows all of it. She may even know none of it. The thing with people like this is they get a reputation for omnipresence that they sometimes leverage even when they have nothing.
“Pickleball?”
“Don’t be flippant with me,” she says. “You’re well aware of what you’ve been doing, of the experimentation you’ve engaged in, boundaries crossed. Z-Corp ensures that its tech is not leaked. You are under observation always. This was spelled out in your contract. I expect you to hold up your end of the deal, Dr. Seek.”
“Of course,” I say. “If you did have me under surveillance, you’d know I have been doing just that as enthusiastically as possible for a good long while now.”
She nods. “That’s why I’m wondering why we haven’t seen a pregnancy test yet.”
“Not everybody catches on the first month. Most people don’t,” I say. “We have to have patience.”
