"A Professional Relationship" Part 5
Fandom: Portal
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: Happy Halloween, and sorry about the inadvertent month-long hiatus. Have some morning sex.
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
Morning sunlight filtered in through the bedroom window. It painted golden streaks across the bed, playing quietly around the contours of the sleepers beneath the sheets. Curled together in a lovers’ embrace, oblivious to the world, they were the picture of post-coital contentment.
She woke first, slowly, rising through the fog of sleep to a placid half-consciousness. There was something peaceful about the soft light, and the stillness, and the heavy, musky smell that hung in the air. She breathed it deeply and sighed. It felt as if all the tension in her body had melted away. She lay there, limp and warm and thoughtless, and let her lips curve into a smile.
Happy. She felt happy. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long, long time.
Gradually she registered the other presence beside her-his much larger body spooned around hers, his arm draped across her waist, his breath slow and even on her neck. Still asleep, he shifted with a grumble and pulled her close. One hand moved to fondle her breast; the other pawed between her legs, making her shudder. She let out a wordless, breathy murmur and flexed her thighs around him. His fingers felt so good on her already wet slit… She itched to have him inside her again…
Mr. Johnson is touching me.
And in a blink, anxiety came crashing down on her. Mr. Johnson is touching me, and he’s seen me naked, and I went home with him, and oh my god I’m going to lost my job-
Her whole body went rigid with panic. Feeling the change, he shifted again, butting his head into her shoulder as he hugged her tighter. His hips thrust against her, and her eyes snapped wide open as she felt an erection jab into her backside. It set her thoughts back to racing. Oh god what if he wants to do it again that would be wonderful NO IT WOULDN’T-
“Nnhng,” he grunted, and ground against her harder. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do-but at the same time her back arched unconsciously to press her rear against him, and that felt good-Stop it, stop it, what are you doing, stop it! It took some effort, but she managed to hold herself in check enough to think. Part of her wanted to scream, and part of her wanted to ride him until her higher functions shut off, but she made herself stay calm and think.
How do I fix this?
He was going to fire her. This had to be an enormous breach of policy-there was no way a subordinate was allowed to sleep with the man she reported to directly. Especially-god, especially the CEO. It was nepotism in the making. What would people say?
But I didn’t do it for favors. I didn’t do it for anything. I did it for him.
Like anybody would believe that. She didn’t want to think about the gossip that would come of this. People had talked before, of course, in whispered speculations about the boss and his pretty young secretary, but now… Now it was true. It was all true. When they sniggered behind their hands about late nights at work, when they called her a brownnosing tramp, a gold-digger who opened her legs to earn everything she got…
She bit her lip hard against the tears pricking in her eyes. I really am a whore.
Suddenly his arms around her didn’t feel so comforting. All her life she’d been the good girl-even teased for it mercilessly back at the orphanage, while all her friends were doing their damnedest to break the rules-and now prim little Caroline was lying naked and sweat-covered beside the man who paid her salary. What a lady. What a respectable girl. Since the day she started work all she’d wanted was her boss’s respect, and there was no way she’d get it now. How could he respect a woman who’d begged him for sex, who had writhed and moaned like an animal as he touched her, who’d allowed her virginity to be taken on a desk in the middle of an office-?
This’ll be a story to tell my husband someday, she thought bitterly. No, dear, you’re not my first. I lost my virginity while working late. She thought back to the stinging pain when he penetrated her the first time. No amount of worry would make that go away. So much for saving myself.
And yet… would she really prefer the handsome stranger in her future to the man holding her now? She didn’t know this hypothetical husband-he had no substance, no face. She knew Mr. Johnson. She knew each one of his smiles, and the emotions that went with them. She knew the rough warmth of his voice, and his affectionate pride when he said, “That’s my girl.” She knew where his body held knots of tension, and how to rub them away. She knew how to make him laugh. She knew the way he liked his coffee.
He was the man she’d idolized since she was twelve. He was brilliant, and passionate, and stubborn, and strong. He made her feel needed. The happiest moments of her life were spent working at his side. And in the back of her mind, locked away where it couldn’t nag at her every second of the day-hadn’t she always wanted this? As much as she tried to suppress it, hadn’t she always wanted him to look at her that way he had last night? To hold her, and kiss her, and purr sweet nothings in her ear? To ensconce her in a protective embrace exactly the way he was doing now? Maybe it wasn’t a white wedding and a romantic honeymoon, but…
Were you saving yourself for someone special? Her hands slid over his, and she smiled. You’ve got someone special right here.
Maybe this wasn’t totally insane after all. Maybe this could be good. If nothing else, she could always fall back on the old Aperture standby: It seemed like a good idea at the time…
Cave’s thought process was somewhat simpler. He too woke slowly, and realized there was a soft, warm, breathing something in his arms. Girl? Yes, his hand was cupping a breast. Girl. And from the way her shape curved from chest to waist to hips, a knockout of a girl. Nice catch, Cave, he smirked. You still got it.
He’d started to worry about himself. It had been ages since he’d brought a woman home-not because he couldn’t, but because he just didn’t feel like it. Science took up too much of his time. And where would he find a bombshell like this who didn’t mind science?
Evidently he’d found one, though. She was here. And she was hot. And she was naked, so they’d done it at least once. He hugged her close and nuzzled into her hair. There was something familiar about her scent-shampoo and sweet perfume and the animal smell of woman, and something else. Something almost metallic, industrial and sharp, which gave him an instinctive adrenaline rush as it teased his nose. Something well-known and well-loved and dammit he should know this-
It clicked. The Enrichment Center. She smelled like the Enrichment Center.
God, that was sexy. He snuggled against her and brushed a kiss on the back of her neck. She shuddered at the touch of his lips. Her head lolled back as she cast a glance over her shoulder-and her dark chocolate eyes sent a shivering surge of heat deep into his core. She met his sleepy gaze for a moment-a hint of a smile tugging at her lips-before looking away almost demurely as she murmured, “Good morning, Mr. Johnson.”
He blinked in bemusement. “Hey, kid.” What’re you doing here? You’re not a woman, you’re Caroline. Prim little Caroline with the clipboard and the conservative dresses wouldn’t show up naked in his bed, would she? She was innocent and straight-laced and way too young for him, no matter how often he snuck a peek at her curves…
But she sure felt womanly with those curves cuddled against him, and that tempting little smile-he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to that smile. She purred wordlessly and melted into the kiss, worming around to face front and draping her arms about his neck as she parted her lips for him. He pulled her close and explored her with his tongue, delving deep, savoring the sense of possessing her. Cave, you old dog, you definitely still got it. Sucking gently at her lower lip made her whimper. Aww yeah.
He left her mouth and nosed under her chin, nibbling at her throat with a growl that vibrated through her chest. His hot breath on her skin prodded the coals still smoldering in her belly from the night before. As she felt something more literal prod her thigh, she whispered uncaringly, “This is a terrible idea.”
“Says who?” His words were muffled in her shoulder.
“You know people will talk.”
“Let ‘em. More people to fire, fewer salaries to pay. Everybody’s happy.” He kissed her collarbone and purred, “’Specially me.”
She let out a low moan that became a gasp as his lips moved lower. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” The words were barely a breath. Her back arched up to meet him, offering her chest to his mouth.
“I do what I want, kiddo.” His tongue ran across the underside of her breast, making her squirm. “And I know exactly what I want.” He closed his lips on one nipple, sucking gently, eliciting soft moans as he mouthed her flesh. She honestly had the most perfect tits he’d ever seen-he cupped them in his hands and buried his face in between. She giggled breathlessly. God, she was cute. He pinched her nipples and listened to her squeak.
“Mr. Johnson…”
Laying his head on her chest, he looked up at her from between her breasts and grinned smugly. “Yeah, kid?”
“Don’t stop, please…”
He chuckled into her cleavage and kissed his way back up her throat. “Not a chance.” One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. He rubbed her gently, slipping just his fingertips into her-oh, she was so wet-she thrust up onto him, clenching her thighs around his hand with a groan. His little secretary was loud. Another soft chuckle by her ear made her shiver. He could sure give her something to make noise about.
Sealing his lips again over hers, he ran a hand down her thigh, easing it up around his hip-she readily took the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection pressed hard into her crotch. He ground against her, aching to be inside her again-her sweet soft body was so willing, so recently untouched, and now she was all his-
“Aw, hell.”
“Sir?”
There was an edge of impatience to her squeak as he released her and hauled himself out of bed. “Kid, we gotta work on this,” he grumbled, fumbling again through his nightstand drawer. “Something better than condoms-more convenient, more effective. Aperture-brand. Ah!” He found what he was looking for. “Knew I had another one.”
Her eyes widened as she watched him roll the condom on. Somehow that part of what they were doing only just hit her-she hadn’t been to Mass in years, but something so expressly taboo as birth control could still make her heart skip. She felt a perverse little thrill at the wrongness of it. I’m naked in a man’s bed, and he’s handsome and powerful and good at making love to me, and he’s wearing a condom and I don’t care. The thought was liberating. Oh, Sister Francis, if you could see prim little Caroline now… She allowed herself a giggle and a grin.
All the recent practice helped him sheathe himself in no time. He turned back to see her watching, lying on her side, with her alluring curves covered only by the sheet across her hips. Her dark doe-eyes peeked coyly out at him from beneath the curtain of her hair. It was hard to believe that this was the same shy girl who’d run out on him just last night. Grinning, he brushed her hair back behind one ear and tipped her chin up to kiss her-she responded voraciously, plunging her tongue into his mouth, her hands twining in his hair as she pulled him onto the bed. She really did learn fast.
Her legs opened eagerly for him to fall between them. He rubbed his head into her, making her squirm with need as he teased her clit-his lustful little girl wanted it bad. He chuckled, slipping in just a fraction of an inch, and murmured, “Say the word, kiddo.”
Her voice was weak with desperation. “P-please?”
That was enough for him. They both let out low groans as he slid into her. She was deliciously tight. Her hips bucked against his, begging for more-he grunted and gripped the mattress hard as she took him in up to the hilt. A whine escaped her lips. She was still a bit sore from the night before, but oh, he felt incredible, his cock hitting something new and hungry inside her-yes, yes, yes-she matched his rhythm as he pounded into her, riding the shockwaves of sensation that pulsed through her with each thrust. He caught his lip between his teeth and shifted forward, thrusting harder, his shaft stroking her clit as he slammed into her. Her nails dug into his shoulderblades as he rode her. Each thrust forced a whimpering moan from her lips, louder and louder as she neared climax, until she clenched around him with a cry that was almost a scream.
“MR. JOHNSON!”
He bit his lip hard and stifled a groan as he came. His body shuddered with orgasm for a blissful moment, and then he collapsed onto her, breathing hard, his strength spent. Beneath him his secretary went slowly limp. He could feel her panting for air and shivering with exhaustion. Clumsy with fatigue, he nuzzled into the side of her neck, running his mouth over her skin and drinking in the scent of her-an intoxicating blend of sex and science flooded his nose. He hugged her tight and murmured in her ear, “So how’s it feel to be my woman?”
A loving smile ghosted over her lips. “It’s wonderful, sir.”
He chuckled and kissed her throat, hesitating for a reluctant moment before pulling out and rolling off of her. Her eyes followed his naked body as he trashed the condom-everything about him drew her in like a magnet. He moved like an animal, lumbering, but easy and natural. Like a bear, maybe. She smiled. Her big teddy bear. He was powerful, though not sculpted-but there was a warm softness to his strength that melted her completely. She could cuddle in those muscular arms forever.
Her eyes were brimming with adoration as he met her gaze again. She looked incredible lying there, her sumptuous curves entangled in the sheets, her tousled dark hair spilling across his pillow. This was the same pretty young thing who brightened every morning with coffee and a smile, who made sense of Aperture’s massive filing archives when no one else could, who came up with genius ideas whenever they were in a pinch, who mixed his drinks and rubbed his feet. She always knew what he needed. She always got the job done right.
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. His little girl was perfect.
She caught his lips with hers and pulled him into bed, nuzzling into him as he lay down beside her. His fuzz of chest hair felt unusual but pleasant against her cheek. She sighed contentedly, the ghost of a smile returning-I could be happy waking up to this for the rest of my life.
The rest of my life?
She stopped herself from analyzing the thought. Now was not the time for thinking of the future. Now was the time for cuddling with her boss-her brilliant man of science. She idly wondered how much her heart sped up when she was near him, and what exactly went on in her body during the euphoric moment of climax. What chemistry made her knees go weak for him? Was there a formula that could measure love? That might be worth investigating. Especially if their experiments ended like this…
She inhaled the warm masculine scent of him and smiled. I love science. Almost as much as I love him.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon
Pairing: Cave/Caroline
Rating: M
Summary: Cave and Caroline spend a late night at the office.
Notes: Happy Halloween, and sorry about the inadvertent month-long hiatus. Have some morning sex.
Disclaimer: Portal and all associated characters belong to Valve. I just borrow them for my own sick pleasure.
Morning sunlight filtered in through the bedroom window. It painted golden streaks across the bed, playing quietly around the contours of the sleepers beneath the sheets. Curled together in a lovers’ embrace, oblivious to the world, they were the picture of post-coital contentment.
She woke first, slowly, rising through the fog of sleep to a placid half-consciousness. There was something peaceful about the soft light, and the stillness, and the heavy, musky smell that hung in the air. She breathed it deeply and sighed. It felt as if all the tension in her body had melted away. She lay there, limp and warm and thoughtless, and let her lips curve into a smile.
Happy. She felt happy. She hadn’t felt this happy in a long, long time.
Gradually she registered the other presence beside her-his much larger body spooned around hers, his arm draped across her waist, his breath slow and even on her neck. Still asleep, he shifted with a grumble and pulled her close. One hand moved to fondle her breast; the other pawed between her legs, making her shudder. She let out a wordless, breathy murmur and flexed her thighs around him. His fingers felt so good on her already wet slit… She itched to have him inside her again…
Mr. Johnson is touching me.
And in a blink, anxiety came crashing down on her. Mr. Johnson is touching me, and he’s seen me naked, and I went home with him, and oh my god I’m going to lost my job-
Her whole body went rigid with panic. Feeling the change, he shifted again, butting his head into her shoulder as he hugged her tighter. His hips thrust against her, and her eyes snapped wide open as she felt an erection jab into her backside. It set her thoughts back to racing. Oh god what if he wants to do it again that would be wonderful NO IT WOULDN’T-
“Nnhng,” he grunted, and ground against her harder. She bit her lip, not knowing what to do-but at the same time her back arched unconsciously to press her rear against him, and that felt good-Stop it, stop it, what are you doing, stop it! It took some effort, but she managed to hold herself in check enough to think. Part of her wanted to scream, and part of her wanted to ride him until her higher functions shut off, but she made herself stay calm and think.
How do I fix this?
He was going to fire her. This had to be an enormous breach of policy-there was no way a subordinate was allowed to sleep with the man she reported to directly. Especially-god, especially the CEO. It was nepotism in the making. What would people say?
But I didn’t do it for favors. I didn’t do it for anything. I did it for him.
Like anybody would believe that. She didn’t want to think about the gossip that would come of this. People had talked before, of course, in whispered speculations about the boss and his pretty young secretary, but now… Now it was true. It was all true. When they sniggered behind their hands about late nights at work, when they called her a brownnosing tramp, a gold-digger who opened her legs to earn everything she got…
She bit her lip hard against the tears pricking in her eyes. I really am a whore.
Suddenly his arms around her didn’t feel so comforting. All her life she’d been the good girl-even teased for it mercilessly back at the orphanage, while all her friends were doing their damnedest to break the rules-and now prim little Caroline was lying naked and sweat-covered beside the man who paid her salary. What a lady. What a respectable girl. Since the day she started work all she’d wanted was her boss’s respect, and there was no way she’d get it now. How could he respect a woman who’d begged him for sex, who had writhed and moaned like an animal as he touched her, who’d allowed her virginity to be taken on a desk in the middle of an office-?
This’ll be a story to tell my husband someday, she thought bitterly. No, dear, you’re not my first. I lost my virginity while working late. She thought back to the stinging pain when he penetrated her the first time. No amount of worry would make that go away. So much for saving myself.
And yet… would she really prefer the handsome stranger in her future to the man holding her now? She didn’t know this hypothetical husband-he had no substance, no face. She knew Mr. Johnson. She knew each one of his smiles, and the emotions that went with them. She knew the rough warmth of his voice, and his affectionate pride when he said, “That’s my girl.” She knew where his body held knots of tension, and how to rub them away. She knew how to make him laugh. She knew the way he liked his coffee.
He was the man she’d idolized since she was twelve. He was brilliant, and passionate, and stubborn, and strong. He made her feel needed. The happiest moments of her life were spent working at his side. And in the back of her mind, locked away where it couldn’t nag at her every second of the day-hadn’t she always wanted this? As much as she tried to suppress it, hadn’t she always wanted him to look at her that way he had last night? To hold her, and kiss her, and purr sweet nothings in her ear? To ensconce her in a protective embrace exactly the way he was doing now? Maybe it wasn’t a white wedding and a romantic honeymoon, but…
Were you saving yourself for someone special? Her hands slid over his, and she smiled. You’ve got someone special right here.
Maybe this wasn’t totally insane after all. Maybe this could be good. If nothing else, she could always fall back on the old Aperture standby: It seemed like a good idea at the time…
Cave’s thought process was somewhat simpler. He too woke slowly, and realized there was a soft, warm, breathing something in his arms. Girl? Yes, his hand was cupping a breast. Girl. And from the way her shape curved from chest to waist to hips, a knockout of a girl. Nice catch, Cave, he smirked. You still got it.
He’d started to worry about himself. It had been ages since he’d brought a woman home-not because he couldn’t, but because he just didn’t feel like it. Science took up too much of his time. And where would he find a bombshell like this who didn’t mind science?
Evidently he’d found one, though. She was here. And she was hot. And she was naked, so they’d done it at least once. He hugged her close and nuzzled into her hair. There was something familiar about her scent-shampoo and sweet perfume and the animal smell of woman, and something else. Something almost metallic, industrial and sharp, which gave him an instinctive adrenaline rush as it teased his nose. Something well-known and well-loved and dammit he should know this-
It clicked. The Enrichment Center. She smelled like the Enrichment Center.
God, that was sexy. He snuggled against her and brushed a kiss on the back of her neck. She shuddered at the touch of his lips. Her head lolled back as she cast a glance over her shoulder-and her dark chocolate eyes sent a shivering surge of heat deep into his core. She met his sleepy gaze for a moment-a hint of a smile tugging at her lips-before looking away almost demurely as she murmured, “Good morning, Mr. Johnson.”
He blinked in bemusement. “Hey, kid.” What’re you doing here? You’re not a woman, you’re Caroline. Prim little Caroline with the clipboard and the conservative dresses wouldn’t show up naked in his bed, would she? She was innocent and straight-laced and way too young for him, no matter how often he snuck a peek at her curves…
But she sure felt womanly with those curves cuddled against him, and that tempting little smile-he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to that smile. She purred wordlessly and melted into the kiss, worming around to face front and draping her arms about his neck as she parted her lips for him. He pulled her close and explored her with his tongue, delving deep, savoring the sense of possessing her. Cave, you old dog, you definitely still got it. Sucking gently at her lower lip made her whimper. Aww yeah.
He left her mouth and nosed under her chin, nibbling at her throat with a growl that vibrated through her chest. His hot breath on her skin prodded the coals still smoldering in her belly from the night before. As she felt something more literal prod her thigh, she whispered uncaringly, “This is a terrible idea.”
“Says who?” His words were muffled in her shoulder.
“You know people will talk.”
“Let ‘em. More people to fire, fewer salaries to pay. Everybody’s happy.” He kissed her collarbone and purred, “’Specially me.”
She let out a low moan that became a gasp as his lips moved lower. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” The words were barely a breath. Her back arched up to meet him, offering her chest to his mouth.
“I do what I want, kiddo.” His tongue ran across the underside of her breast, making her squirm. “And I know exactly what I want.” He closed his lips on one nipple, sucking gently, eliciting soft moans as he mouthed her flesh. She honestly had the most perfect tits he’d ever seen-he cupped them in his hands and buried his face in between. She giggled breathlessly. God, she was cute. He pinched her nipples and listened to her squeak.
“Mr. Johnson…”
Laying his head on her chest, he looked up at her from between her breasts and grinned smugly. “Yeah, kid?”
“Don’t stop, please…”
He chuckled into her cleavage and kissed his way back up her throat. “Not a chance.” One hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. He rubbed her gently, slipping just his fingertips into her-oh, she was so wet-she thrust up onto him, clenching her thighs around his hand with a groan. His little secretary was loud. Another soft chuckle by her ear made her shiver. He could sure give her something to make noise about.
Sealing his lips again over hers, he ran a hand down her thigh, easing it up around his hip-she readily took the hint and wrapped her legs around his waist. His erection pressed hard into her crotch. He ground against her, aching to be inside her again-her sweet soft body was so willing, so recently untouched, and now she was all his-
“Aw, hell.”
“Sir?”
There was an edge of impatience to her squeak as he released her and hauled himself out of bed. “Kid, we gotta work on this,” he grumbled, fumbling again through his nightstand drawer. “Something better than condoms-more convenient, more effective. Aperture-brand. Ah!” He found what he was looking for. “Knew I had another one.”
Her eyes widened as she watched him roll the condom on. Somehow that part of what they were doing only just hit her-she hadn’t been to Mass in years, but something so expressly taboo as birth control could still make her heart skip. She felt a perverse little thrill at the wrongness of it. I’m naked in a man’s bed, and he’s handsome and powerful and good at making love to me, and he’s wearing a condom and I don’t care. The thought was liberating. Oh, Sister Francis, if you could see prim little Caroline now… She allowed herself a giggle and a grin.
All the recent practice helped him sheathe himself in no time. He turned back to see her watching, lying on her side, with her alluring curves covered only by the sheet across her hips. Her dark doe-eyes peeked coyly out at him from beneath the curtain of her hair. It was hard to believe that this was the same shy girl who’d run out on him just last night. Grinning, he brushed her hair back behind one ear and tipped her chin up to kiss her-she responded voraciously, plunging her tongue into his mouth, her hands twining in his hair as she pulled him onto the bed. She really did learn fast.
Her legs opened eagerly for him to fall between them. He rubbed his head into her, making her squirm with need as he teased her clit-his lustful little girl wanted it bad. He chuckled, slipping in just a fraction of an inch, and murmured, “Say the word, kiddo.”
Her voice was weak with desperation. “P-please?”
That was enough for him. They both let out low groans as he slid into her. She was deliciously tight. Her hips bucked against his, begging for more-he grunted and gripped the mattress hard as she took him in up to the hilt. A whine escaped her lips. She was still a bit sore from the night before, but oh, he felt incredible, his cock hitting something new and hungry inside her-yes, yes, yes-she matched his rhythm as he pounded into her, riding the shockwaves of sensation that pulsed through her with each thrust. He caught his lip between his teeth and shifted forward, thrusting harder, his shaft stroking her clit as he slammed into her. Her nails dug into his shoulderblades as he rode her. Each thrust forced a whimpering moan from her lips, louder and louder as she neared climax, until she clenched around him with a cry that was almost a scream.
“MR. JOHNSON!”
He bit his lip hard and stifled a groan as he came. His body shuddered with orgasm for a blissful moment, and then he collapsed onto her, breathing hard, his strength spent. Beneath him his secretary went slowly limp. He could feel her panting for air and shivering with exhaustion. Clumsy with fatigue, he nuzzled into the side of her neck, running his mouth over her skin and drinking in the scent of her-an intoxicating blend of sex and science flooded his nose. He hugged her tight and murmured in her ear, “So how’s it feel to be my woman?”
A loving smile ghosted over her lips. “It’s wonderful, sir.”
He chuckled and kissed her throat, hesitating for a reluctant moment before pulling out and rolling off of her. Her eyes followed his naked body as he trashed the condom-everything about him drew her in like a magnet. He moved like an animal, lumbering, but easy and natural. Like a bear, maybe. She smiled. Her big teddy bear. He was powerful, though not sculpted-but there was a warm softness to his strength that melted her completely. She could cuddle in those muscular arms forever.
Her eyes were brimming with adoration as he met her gaze again. She looked incredible lying there, her sumptuous curves entangled in the sheets, her tousled dark hair spilling across his pillow. This was the same pretty young thing who brightened every morning with coffee and a smile, who made sense of Aperture’s massive filing archives when no one else could, who came up with genius ideas whenever they were in a pinch, who mixed his drinks and rubbed his feet. She always knew what he needed. She always got the job done right.
Smiling, he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. His little girl was perfect.
She caught his lips with hers and pulled him into bed, nuzzling into him as he lay down beside her. His fuzz of chest hair felt unusual but pleasant against her cheek. She sighed contentedly, the ghost of a smile returning-I could be happy waking up to this for the rest of my life.
The rest of my life?
She stopped herself from analyzing the thought. Now was not the time for thinking of the future. Now was the time for cuddling with her boss-her brilliant man of science. She idly wondered how much her heart sped up when she was near him, and what exactly went on in her body during the euphoric moment of climax. What chemistry made her knees go weak for him? Was there a formula that could measure love? That might be worth investigating. Especially if their experiments ended like this…
She inhaled the warm masculine scent of him and smiled. I love science. Almost as much as I love him.
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
EPILOGUE: Coming Soon