Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“No,” she agrees, settling into her seat. “Not the one I use. But really, thanks for bringing me dinner. Ninety percent of the time I’m in here, I completely forget to eat.”
I shrug. “No problem. I like taking care of you.”
Lexi stills for a moment before turning to her computer and busying herself, and I make light work of finding all the chicken tacos first. If she wants to ignore my last remark, I will too.
For now.
“What has you here all hours today?” I ask instead, finding a topic I’m confident won’t make her uncomfortable. “What are you working on?”
She glances from the computer to me, clicking through a few things before closing it out. “I was helping Ginger with something on her dissertation earlier, and that led to a thought on my own. I was running a few tests on some of my data inputs to see if it would change the algorithm in my test app for my dissertation.”
I snort. “Oh, is that all?”
“Hey, you asked,” she says warmly, pulling her shirt down again to meet her jeans in the front and taking a taco from my outstretched hand.
“I know. And I’m interested. It just feels like you’re speaking Chinese half the time when you explain it. Normally, I could really wow a woman with some unknown football jargon, but I don’t think I have a leg up on that one either.”
“Listen, if you’re going to spend time with the smartest person in the room, you’re going to feel a little dumb sometimes.”
“Ha! Wow!” I hoot. “Really putting it all out there tonight, huh?”
She winks, and unable to resist anymore, I snag her hand full of taco on the way to her mouth, pull it out of the way, and touch my lips to hers. She startles, but she chases me when I pull away, so all in all, I’d say the move is a success.
“I like dating the smart girl,” I assure her while our lips still touch.
She pulls back and searches my eyes with her own. “Are we dating?”
I shrug. “We aren’t not dating, that’s for sure. Call it whatever you need to, I guess, but I plan to get a little one-on-one time with your pussy after we eat.”
“Blake!”
“What, Lex? You don’t like that word? Is there something else you’d rather I call it?”
“No,” she says quietly. “Pussy is fine.”
I laugh, sitting back in my seat and pulling a taco off the table for my own consumption. “Well, okay, then. There you have it. First, I’ll eat this taco, and then I’ll eat yours. Sound like a good plan?”
A soft laugh escapes Lexi as she shakes her head, but then she nods. Not just any nod either. It’s subtle, but it’s there, and it feels like the kind of victory that would make a touchdown celebration look subdued.
I lean back, taking a bite of my taco and letting the moment stretch, the grin tugging at my lips impossible to suppress. Cheers to motherfucking progress. For the first time, it feels like I’m not just running plays—I’m actually moving the chains.
In a quiet room filled with beakers, pipettes, and shiny silver hoods, I lean Lexi back on the solid black top of one of the bar-height table desks, skimming my fingers along the soft skin of her exposed side as I do.
I offered to relocate from Ferris to my apartment or hers, but Lexi was adamant we use one of the chemistry labs in the Caulder building. According to her, chemistry majors don’t share the relentless dedication of computer science majors, and their lab would be a ghost town all night.
Plus, she said. Isn’t sneaking around supposed to make things even more exciting?
The muffled sound of her soft panting whispers through my ears and migrates straight to my dick, hardening the length of it in my shorts and making a bid to rip right through the material like a fucking action hero.
But tonight isn’t about me, and it sure as hell isn’t about my dick. Tonight is about exploring Lexi’s sexuality in all the safest ways possible for both her and me as we navigate the budding possibility of an us.
“Blake,” she whispers into the darkness as I rub at the skin of her thighs with my hands, grazing the bikini line of her black cotton panties each time I do.
“Easy, Lex,” I comfort as her back arches off the cold surface beneath her. “I’m getting there, I swear.”
She sighs and I smile, the wickedness of the curve of my mouth extending straight into my tongue as I lick one long line over the material of her panties.
Her back spasms again, and I reach up to calm it, pressing a warm hand into her bare stomach. Gently, I tug her underwear off her hips, Lexi helping as I drag them over her ass and then down her legs to let them drop to the tile floor below. Kneeling in front of her, I pull her legs over my shoulders and let them rest there, closing my mouth over the heat of her sweet center and sucking.